[The thing is, if someone were to ask whether Richard thought to be attractive he'd have to answer negatively. There weren't many physical qualities in the man that would inspire admiration or attraction. He wasn't a beautiful man of the legends that he and his brothers' were told by the wet nurse in their childhood. But it hadn't been the handsome face that had drawn Richard close, quite the opposite. It was the mark of darkness in his face that the man wore like a badge of honor, without trying to cover up his deformity that had caught Richard's attention. It had been one of those moments where a soul recognizes a kindred spirit in another.
And even more than that Silco had been able to see past his own defenses and guards, past the lump of flesh that was his body and saw Richard. He had called him beautiful. And those mattered more to him than a beautiful face blessed with light. After all, there was comfort in coming together in darkness like this. God had forsaken them, leaving the two monsters celebrating in the ceremony of sin.
Richard gasped for air in between the wet kisses, voice strained with lust and desire to be consume and be consumed. Faintly, he is aware that Silco was speaking to him but he could not make out of the sounds enough to understand it. So focused he was in his own pleasure that had again spread all over his body, making his legs and hips twitch and spasm under the overwhelming warm pressure. Richard slid his hands up along Silco's arms to wrap them around the man's neck and shoulder, blunt nails clawing on the skin on his back as he tried to match the rhythm set by the other one with his own movements. It's clumsy and hardly perfect. But that is fine -- neither were they as they were lost in the heat of one's touch.]
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And even more than that Silco had been able to see past his own defenses and guards, past the lump of flesh that was his body and saw Richard. He had called him beautiful. And those mattered more to him than a beautiful face blessed with light. After all, there was comfort in coming together in darkness like this. God had forsaken them, leaving the two monsters celebrating in the ceremony of sin.
Richard gasped for air in between the wet kisses, voice strained with lust and desire to be consume and be consumed. Faintly, he is aware that Silco was speaking to him but he could not make out of the sounds enough to understand it. So focused he was in his own pleasure that had again spread all over his body, making his legs and hips twitch and spasm under the overwhelming warm pressure. Richard slid his hands up along Silco's arms to wrap them around the man's neck and shoulder, blunt nails clawing on the skin on his back as he tried to match the rhythm set by the other one with his own movements. It's clumsy and hardly perfect. But that is fine -- neither were they as they were lost in the heat of one's touch.]