[Richard climbs up on top of Silco with an ease and graceful movement, intending to keep their bodies as bound and connected. It's as if he was afraid that the magic of the moment would disappear immediately if they were to let go and allow distance to swarm between them. It is the ancient memory of the abandonment, of a hand letting go of his, that keeps lurking in the back of his mind.
But the fear is once again, thwarted by a soothing hand sliding down his chest. The brief pinch on his nipples makes Richard inhale sharply and close his eyes, leaning into those fingers as he sits up to properly straddle on top of the older man's lap.
He reaches his own hand forward, the slender fingers returning to circle around the round scars on his chest.]
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But the fear is once again, thwarted by a soothing hand sliding down his chest. The brief pinch on his nipples makes Richard inhale sharply and close his eyes, leaning into those fingers as he sits up to properly straddle on top of the older man's lap.
He reaches his own hand forward, the slender fingers returning to circle around the round scars on his chest.]
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