[The seduction was definitely the main card on Richard's hand at the moment. Although this time it also came with a play for power and control. There was no denying that the older man held the reins more often than not in this strange relationship of theirs, with the man being more experienced and able to see the past Richard's defenses and what not. Though, while Silco played the mental game, Richard could dominate the physical one. Whether it was with the threat of violence, or seduction.

When Richard feels the sharp of the cool blade poking against his skin, he only leans in closer. He pushes the sharp edge of the weapon along the area above his binder, drawing a curved line along his collar bone. The blood pushes through the incision, pearling up to surface in red smile. Then, he lets go of the weapon and quickly reaches out to grab Silco's short hair to pull his lover's head to the side and expose his neck.

And without saying anything he dibs his own head so that he can close his lips around the small cut on his throat. Tongue pressing flat around the edge of the injury, he begins to suck. The tangy iron taste, accompanied by the saltiness from the dried sweat on the man's skin, hits him like a high -- making his own heart beat faster from excitement and ears ring.

But there is only so much he can get from such small opening. So, it doesn't take even a half of minute for Richard to extract himself from the man -- but not before giving him a harsh bite. His gloved hand still remains in Silco's hair, while the other one moves to smudge the bare fingertips on his own blood.]

I never again want to hear the words "dirty little secret" leave your lips. Do not think that I would ever pick myself a lover that I would treat as less than me. [Then, almost as a sign of a vow, he presses his bloodied fingers against his lover's lips.]