[The answer that Richard had given to Silco had been vague on a purpose. He did want the other man at the moment, yes. As much should be evident with the raise of a pulse and swelling between his thighs. But his desire for the other man went deeper than the moment, which is what kept Richard from wanting to give up on this connection. Hell, there had already been a handful of opportunities for them to walk to different directions, such as their argument just a minutes ago, but here they were.
Silco had said that Richard had barely taken a glimpse at the rebellion that the man was capable of, and the young man did not doubt it. The words had been like a promise of something darker, a warning for the inevitable storm that was gathering somewhere in the far distance. It made Silco appear more dangerous, and make Richard want the other man even more - as he, too, refused to give up the fight and would not despair. Not even in the presence of someone like him.
The palm pressing his crotch, feeling the already well pronounced erection over the layer of clothing, wrung out a quiet whimper from Richard. Luckily, he could drown the sound to their kiss. This was no Last Drop and the staff hadn't been trained the same way to turn a blind eye to a certain visitation. However, as long as they didn't draw attention to the world behind that door the privacy should be guaranteed.
Knowing the risks, Richard straightens his back as he pulls out from the kiss and sits up from the other man's lap, placing his weight on his knees that were still spread on the chair against Silco's legs. All just so that he could roll his hips better and grind his thighs against that hand, seeking more pressure and friction.]
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this is the containment zone
Date: 2024-11-18 03:05 pm (UTC)Silco had said that Richard had barely taken a glimpse at the rebellion that the man was capable of, and the young man did not doubt it. The words had been like a promise of something darker, a warning for the inevitable storm that was gathering somewhere in the far distance. It made Silco appear more dangerous, and make Richard want the other man even more - as he, too, refused to give up the fight and would not despair. Not even in the presence of someone like him.
The palm pressing his crotch, feeling the already well pronounced erection over the layer of clothing, wrung out a quiet whimper from Richard. Luckily, he could drown the sound to their kiss. This was no Last Drop and the staff hadn't been trained the same way to turn a blind eye to a certain visitation. However, as long as they didn't draw attention to the world behind that door the privacy should be guaranteed.
Knowing the risks, Richard straightens his back as he pulls out from the kiss and sits up from the other man's lap, placing his weight on his knees that were still spread on the chair against Silco's legs. All just so that he could roll his hips better and grind his thighs against that hand, seeking more pressure and friction.]