[Well, Silco just simply can't talk about placing Richard in the position of a power and not to expect it to rouse his spirits?
Richard can already feel the hunger and excitement both wake in his body. The nimble fingers make quick work of rest of buttons on Silco's shirt and he leaned closer to press his lips against the column on his lover's neck. The touch on his sides send a shiver running down his spine, making him gasp softly against the thin layer of skin. His own hands wandered down to feel the buckle of Silco's belt, finger curling around the metal.]
Yes. The second of October. [Which was like.. tomorrow or so? Richard was quite sure that he had not mentioned such mundane detail to Silco before. Now, if his thoughts weren't preoccupied elsewhere he might actually even question the man where he had heard of it. Maybe he had talked to Charles? But ah, that could wait.
With a couple quick and powerful tugs Richard undoes the belt, pulling the other man against his own body by the hip. There's a determined look in his eyes. What Richard wants now is not smouldering and gentle agony that would fill up the cracks on the marble with the warm pleasure. No. What he was after right now was something more intense -- a burning fire that would melt the iron, leaving him boneless and spent.]
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Date: 2024-10-17 10:20 pm (UTC)Richard can already feel the hunger and excitement both wake in his body. The nimble fingers make quick work of rest of buttons on Silco's shirt and he leaned closer to press his lips against the column on his lover's neck. The touch on his sides send a shiver running down his spine, making him gasp softly against the thin layer of skin. His own hands wandered down to feel the buckle of Silco's belt, finger curling around the metal.]
Yes. The second of October. [Which was like.. tomorrow or so? Richard was quite sure that he had not mentioned such mundane detail to Silco before. Now, if his thoughts weren't preoccupied elsewhere he might actually even question the man where he had heard of it. Maybe he had talked to Charles? But ah, that could wait.
With a couple quick and powerful tugs Richard undoes the belt, pulling the other man against his own body by the hip. There's a determined look in his eyes. What Richard wants now is not smouldering and gentle agony that would fill up the cracks on the marble with the warm pleasure. No. What he was after right now was something more intense -- a burning fire that would melt the iron, leaving him boneless and spent.]