[Somehow this felt like an acceptable end point to this entire twisting conversation, though he never ever relied on the idea that things with his lover would end with making out or even sex. Richard did have a habit of wanting intimacy more often than not, but an argument where both of them were engaged in savaging each other verbally. That moment had passed and things seemed to be smoothed over, if this could be called smoothed over.
He watched with a keen gaze, eyes following each movement that Richard made perched on his lap. He was not unaware of the symbolism of rubbing his and Richard's blood together nor that his lover licked the redness from his fingertips. There was a definite and probably obvious stirring between his legs, and he shifted slightly in the chair so he could part his thighs a little more to accommodate.]
And what do you want, hmm?
[He knew what it was that Richard wanted right now, of course. It was the same as him, and his gaze momentarily skated towards the door of the office. How thick was that, he thought. They had not practiced much at being quiet, not that either of them were particularly noisy lovers; Richard lived in secrecy and Silco wasn't noisy as a rule. Still, there was an added thrill to the risk, no matter how small, of them being discovered.
His attention was brought back around again as their lips sealed together, and he raised a hand to cup the back of Richard's head in response, twisting some dark hair around his fingers to return to that moment before they had cut each other. He tasted more blood, letting it invade his senses and allure him as his other hand slipped up Richard's shirt so he could cup and fondle his lover's breast.]
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He watched with a keen gaze, eyes following each movement that Richard made perched on his lap. He was not unaware of the symbolism of rubbing his and Richard's blood together nor that his lover licked the redness from his fingertips. There was a definite and probably obvious stirring between his legs, and he shifted slightly in the chair so he could part his thighs a little more to accommodate.]
And what do you want, hmm?
[He knew what it was that Richard wanted right now, of course. It was the same as him, and his gaze momentarily skated towards the door of the office. How thick was that, he thought. They had not practiced much at being quiet, not that either of them were particularly noisy lovers; Richard lived in secrecy and Silco wasn't noisy as a rule. Still, there was an added thrill to the risk, no matter how small, of them being discovered.
His attention was brought back around again as their lips sealed together, and he raised a hand to cup the back of Richard's head in response, twisting some dark hair around his fingers to return to that moment before they had cut each other. He tasted more blood, letting it invade his senses and allure him as his other hand slipped up Richard's shirt so he could cup and fondle his lover's breast.]