[Silco was right, of course. Richard was looking at what he had been deprived his entire life, always going after it. Be it light or, in case with them, intimacy. But even if he was hungry for it, feeling someone's touch, to have that love and acceptance that Richard could never offer towards himself. But that didn't mean he was a pushover. He still had his pride and dignity, and would not sacrifice those just for a moment of heat. But the arguments between them had died down, leaving them in this afterimage of a storm.
Richard can feel the passion rising in his lover's body, it was present in his breath, pulse and increasing warmth. And well.. It is safe to say that Silco wasn't the only one affected here. Really, the burning pain both on his scalp and chest only added more to the moment, exciting Richard just further. With a sultry grin on his lips, Richard rolls his hips forward, grinding himself against his lover and pushing his chest into the man's hand all while deepening their kiss.
His tongue passes through Silco's lips, mixing the after taste of whiskey and cigars (that the man no doubt had been enjoying before coming here) with their blood. Breathing heavily through his nose, Richard kept drinking the man's taste, getting drunk on it. And when he finally breaks their kiss, there's a slim thread of saliva between their lips.]
You. [He whispers, voice airy and exhausted. It is simple as that. He has no need for sweet words, beautiful gifts, tender poems and whatsoever. What Richard wants is Silco and what he has to offer. The anger, violence, darkness, greed and broken chains. He wants the monster.
Without elaborating his answer any further, he leans back in -- drowning them back in another kiss.]
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branchandroot
nsfw. we are in the filth zone now
Date: 2024-11-15 01:10 am (UTC)Richard can feel the passion rising in his lover's body, it was present in his breath, pulse and increasing warmth. And well.. It is safe to say that Silco wasn't the only one affected here. Really, the burning pain both on his scalp and chest only added more to the moment, exciting Richard just further. With a sultry grin on his lips, Richard rolls his hips forward, grinding himself against his lover and pushing his chest into the man's hand all while deepening their kiss.
His tongue passes through Silco's lips, mixing the after taste of whiskey and cigars (that the man no doubt had been enjoying before coming here) with their blood. Breathing heavily through his nose, Richard kept drinking the man's taste, getting drunk on it. And when he finally breaks their kiss, there's a slim thread of saliva between their lips.]
You. [He whispers, voice airy and exhausted. It is simple as that. He has no need for sweet words, beautiful gifts, tender poems and whatsoever. What Richard wants is Silco and what he has to offer. The anger, violence, darkness, greed and broken chains. He wants the monster.
Without elaborating his answer any further, he leans back in -- drowning them back in another kiss.]