[His own partnership where emotions were involved as a long time ago, and Silco spent a decade after it ended seeking to burn the other down. He needed to topple that figure to take control, and there had been pleasure in it as much as it had reopened old emotions. He wanted to see what Vander was made of. After that, intimacy was a matter of business or personal learning opportunities. After all, it wasn't as if people in the Undercity were lining up to cuddle with someone where half of their face was a mess of pustules and sloughing skin.
By the point of having scarified skin and an eye few enjoyed looking at, he had moved on to plot his revenge and gather resources to take back the Undercity for the fight of its life. Sex was something people did to escape, but he never forgot what it was to be held nor the discomfort of first times or the pleasure of the stupid things the young did to feel good.
At this point, his thoughts were like molasses in his head, following instinct more than a convinced knowledge of anything. He had fallen into a rhythm of motion, using the noises that Richard made to source out where that pleasure was best so he could repeat the noise and the pleasure he hopefully generated to create it in the first place. He wanted to overwhelm, to let them both escape the torment of guarded lives, to come undone together even if it was for a fleeting few seconds and then back to guarding against the world.
He responded to the younger man's body, feeling the pressure around his cock and shuddering in response each time. He jammed his knees harder into the mattress to keep purchase of his position even if he slowly but surely began to sag so he was covering Richard's body with his own. His hand had to move to cup the side of Richard's head so he could feel those breasts against his chest, and he went from reminding himself to make noise to naturally groaning and sighing.
Pleasure was hot and welcoming, something to chase down but also wrapped his mind and body in a sense of being accepted. That was an odd sensation. Two monsters just enjoying each other; he didn't dare put stock in the idea they would find each other this way again.
His thrusting began to lose some of its rhythm as his pleasure built, and it suited the mess of kisses that they barely managed. His mouth found skin and that seemed good enough. He added more pressure to the cock trapped between them, remembering what that was like and providing whatever rising pleasure he could. At this point, he wanted to orgasm and there was a desperate edge to striving for that, like at any moment Richard might tap his shoulder or tell him to stop and he'd have to abide only to be left isolated and frustrated all over again. He wanted to prove to them both this was a worthwhile show of vulnerabilities.]
...close... [It was a partially nonsensical word, just a gasp of warning or maybe plea to let this come to its natural conclusion.]
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By the point of having scarified skin and an eye few enjoyed looking at, he had moved on to plot his revenge and gather resources to take back the Undercity for the fight of its life. Sex was something people did to escape, but he never forgot what it was to be held nor the discomfort of first times or the pleasure of the stupid things the young did to feel good.
At this point, his thoughts were like molasses in his head, following instinct more than a convinced knowledge of anything. He had fallen into a rhythm of motion, using the noises that Richard made to source out where that pleasure was best so he could repeat the noise and the pleasure he hopefully generated to create it in the first place. He wanted to overwhelm, to let them both escape the torment of guarded lives, to come undone together even if it was for a fleeting few seconds and then back to guarding against the world.
He responded to the younger man's body, feeling the pressure around his cock and shuddering in response each time. He jammed his knees harder into the mattress to keep purchase of his position even if he slowly but surely began to sag so he was covering Richard's body with his own. His hand had to move to cup the side of Richard's head so he could feel those breasts against his chest, and he went from reminding himself to make noise to naturally groaning and sighing.
Pleasure was hot and welcoming, something to chase down but also wrapped his mind and body in a sense of being accepted. That was an odd sensation. Two monsters just enjoying each other; he didn't dare put stock in the idea they would find each other this way again.
His thrusting began to lose some of its rhythm as his pleasure built, and it suited the mess of kisses that they barely managed. His mouth found skin and that seemed good enough. He added more pressure to the cock trapped between them, remembering what that was like and providing whatever rising pleasure he could. At this point, he wanted to orgasm and there was a desperate edge to striving for that, like at any moment Richard might tap his shoulder or tell him to stop and he'd have to abide only to be left isolated and frustrated all over again. He wanted to prove to them both this was a worthwhile show of vulnerabilities.]
...close... [It was a partially nonsensical word, just a gasp of warning or maybe plea to let this come to its natural conclusion.]