[It wasn't that Richard was unfamiliar with the concept of quick sex, one that would end in both parties leaving their separate ways. He had seen it happen plenty in the camps where soldiers would spent all their leftover energy and highs from the battles on women they could find. Edward surely had partaken in such activity more than once, carelessly leaving his legacy vulnerable.
But this hadn't been like that. At least not to Richard. He would not turn the man around and show him the door just because the deed was done, like one would do with a prostitute. While Richard wasn't foolish enough to lean into illusion that they had reached something big and world altering feeling of love or any other ridiculous bullcrap like that. But there had been something -- a bond of trust as they came together by finding unity in their own scars. Both emotional and physical.
And then there was the more selfish side of him. As Richard knew that there was no way he could return to that bed all alone. Not now that after he had been held and shown the warmth of another body.
Richard gets up from the floor along with Silco, holding his hand on his own. Once they're back up in their feet Richard is about to turn around and lead them back to bed but is stopped by the hand gently pulling on the blanket draping over his shoulders. His eyes widen at the words, a distressed shock washing over his features before settling in something that could be described as raw. Vulnerability, hope, earning. His lips part as he tries to get a word out but it feels there's a weight on his chest holding him back.
Such unsightly, disgusting body.
To wit, an indigested and deformed lump./i>
Richard tips his head forward, leaning his forehead on Silco's shoulder and whispers out a shy request.] Then touch it more.
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But this hadn't been like that. At least not to Richard. He would not turn the man around and show him the door just because the deed was done, like one would do with a prostitute. While Richard wasn't foolish enough to lean into illusion that they had reached something big and world altering feeling of love or any other ridiculous bullcrap like that. But there had been something -- a bond of trust as they came together by finding unity in their own scars. Both emotional and physical.
And then there was the more selfish side of him. As Richard knew that there was no way he could return to that bed all alone. Not now that after he had been held and shown the warmth of another body.
Richard gets up from the floor along with Silco, holding his hand on his own. Once they're back up in their feet Richard is about to turn around and lead them back to bed but is stopped by the hand gently pulling on the blanket draping over his shoulders. His eyes widen at the words, a distressed shock washing over his features before settling in something that could be described as raw. Vulnerability, hope, earning. His lips part as he tries to get a word out but it feels there's a weight on his chest holding him back.
Such unsightly, disgusting body.
To wit, an indigested and deformed lump./i>
Richard tips his head forward, leaning his forehead on Silco's shoulder and whispers out a shy request.] Then touch it more.