[Richard can feel his heart rate increasing, the organ beating hard and loudly within its cage as Silco kissed his wound, tongue scraping along the thin edges of the laceration as it licked off the blood. There was something almost sacrilegious in the act, to have another man suck the blood off his chest as they both sealed a silent vow between them. It all only added to the thrill, intensifying the rush of blood in his veins. Richard was certain that Silco could feel it -- taste the excitement in him.
The air returned to his lungs as the hooks of his binder were opened one by one, Richard's upper body relaxing as the binding pressure was lifted. Surprisingly enough, sex hadn't been first in Richard's mind when he had decided to add his own personalized, tempting twist to their encounter. But now that they were here, lips smeared in each others blood and sharing the same heat, it only felt only natural conclusion to this otherwise... bizarre and tumultuous confrontation.
A satisfied grin spread to Richard's lips as the last hooks were nearly ripped open, ruining the cloth. His hold on his lover alleviates, and he leans his head a back just a bit. With a daring look on his eyes, his stained fingers reach out to rub on his own injury -- catching the fresh red. Then he begins to rub his thumb at his index and middle fingers, smudging their blood together before licking them clean.]
I don't want romance. [No. Romance was for weak, idealistic fools. For people like his brothers.
What he wants is intense heat, something that burns the ice around him and set his soul on fire. To ablaze the darkness within him. He wants to experience the high and excitement of committing this act together.
Then he cranes his neck down, granting Silco's wish sealing their lips together.]
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Date: 2024-11-14 04:11 pm (UTC)The air returned to his lungs as the hooks of his binder were opened one by one, Richard's upper body relaxing as the binding pressure was lifted. Surprisingly enough, sex hadn't been first in Richard's mind when he had decided to add his own personalized, tempting twist to their encounter. But now that they were here, lips smeared in each others blood and sharing the same heat, it only felt only natural conclusion to this otherwise... bizarre and tumultuous confrontation.
A satisfied grin spread to Richard's lips as the last hooks were nearly ripped open, ruining the cloth. His hold on his lover alleviates, and he leans his head a back just a bit. With a daring look on his eyes, his stained fingers reach out to rub on his own injury -- catching the fresh red. Then he begins to rub his thumb at his index and middle fingers, smudging their blood together before licking them clean.]
I don't want romance. [No. Romance was for weak, idealistic fools. For people like his brothers.
What he wants is intense heat, something that burns the ice around him and set his soul on fire. To ablaze the darkness within him. He wants to experience the high and excitement of committing this act together.
Then he cranes his neck down, granting Silco's wish sealing their lips together.]