[Being no one's choice was the expectation, and he leaned into it. If he was to be the monster that the Undercity and even Aldrip needed him to be, he would wear it with pride and throw it in the faces of those that considered him little more than an old human or powerless or untrustworthy. He would show them. He would show them all that he was completely capable here or anywhere. He was not ashamed of who he was or what he could and would do.
Perhaps Richard was the same. Perhaps not. They had found each other, and even for a fleeting moment of weakness between them, they had showed a little of their hands to one another. Did he expect this to last? Of course not. A night, a few days, maybe a few weeks and Richard would walk away. Curiosity would give way as it always did.
For now though, he would indulge. He rode the younger man harder yet had enough sense and experience to keep his belly low to stroke Richard's cock with each thrust of his body. His head bowed until he could press his face into Richard's smooth column of neck, breathing in little puffs from between his teeth as he felt and groaned with those fingers gripping the back of his neck, the bite of nails bright points of pain that shot down his spine and settled in the pooling warmth of his belly.
His thrusting became almost animalistic in nature at the end, losing a set rhythm and his one free hand dropped down to grip the back of one of Richard's thighs, his own nails digging it as he hiked the appendage up to change the angle of his thrusting as he aimed for that bundle of nerves inside Richard. Within another minute, his shoulders tightened as he found the edge of the proverbial cliff and fell right off as he came inside the younger man with a hissing groan of pleasure.]
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Perhaps Richard was the same. Perhaps not. They had found each other, and even for a fleeting moment of weakness between them, they had showed a little of their hands to one another. Did he expect this to last? Of course not. A night, a few days, maybe a few weeks and Richard would walk away. Curiosity would give way as it always did.
For now though, he would indulge. He rode the younger man harder yet had enough sense and experience to keep his belly low to stroke Richard's cock with each thrust of his body. His head bowed until he could press his face into Richard's smooth column of neck, breathing in little puffs from between his teeth as he felt and groaned with those fingers gripping the back of his neck, the bite of nails bright points of pain that shot down his spine and settled in the pooling warmth of his belly.
His thrusting became almost animalistic in nature at the end, losing a set rhythm and his one free hand dropped down to grip the back of one of Richard's thighs, his own nails digging it as he hiked the appendage up to change the angle of his thrusting as he aimed for that bundle of nerves inside Richard. Within another minute, his shoulders tightened as he found the edge of the proverbial cliff and fell right off as he came inside the younger man with a hissing groan of pleasure.]