[Look, what Silco might call an overreaction is fully warranted and makes sense in Richard's mind!
If he had thought that the grip of a hand on his flesh, tongue and mouth on his chest and fingers penetrating him had felt hot, then the lips wrapping around his erection and sinking down further was nothing short of the inferno itself. It was, perhaps, the first time when Richard even considered telling his lover to stop -- just so that he could get used to the sensation. But he was far too mesmerized by the man between his legs, swallowing him down inch by inch, that for a moment he completely forgot himself. Honestly, if there were any lingering doubts about whether Richard had experienced this before should be finally eradicated by now.
Because yes, even though he stood as a man in his own society and in the eyes of his Kingmaker, the truth was that his previous experiences with the intimacy had more or less focused only one aspect of it. "Has the woman part ever been loved before?" Buckingham had asked him all those months ago, when he had taken Richard for the first time, prying his tied body open and breaching it with that overwhelming, shattering force. And even after that the encounters had more or less followed the certain steps with some alterations. And somehow he doubted that Buckingham would ever be too interested serving Richard quite like this.
But guess that was yet one of the defining differences between his two lover, one saw him as a man. The other saw him as a demon.
As Silco's sped up and set up a steady pace, moving down before pulling back up, Richard could feel the sparks flying in his body, small electric shocks making his thighs tremble and spasm around his lover's head. His fingers curls tighter around the sheets, pulling on the cloth around him as he grew only harder and wetter, making a mess on the just made bed. The pleasure kept growing and pushing him. However, unlike before, it was not gradually building up like a wave, but threatening to burst out of him like an uncontrollable lightning.]
H-ha--! Sil.. Ah, [Richard tries to find his words again, something to alert the other one that he would not be able to last if this kept up. But the only thing sounds leaving him are confused sounds and broken syllables between his frantic breaths as his chest kept raising up and down.]
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Date: 2024-11-19 12:44 am (UTC)If he had thought that the grip of a hand on his flesh, tongue and mouth on his chest and fingers penetrating him had felt hot, then the lips wrapping around his erection and sinking down further was nothing short of the inferno itself. It was, perhaps, the first time when Richard even considered telling his lover to stop -- just so that he could get used to the sensation. But he was far too mesmerized by the man between his legs, swallowing him down inch by inch, that for a moment he completely forgot himself. Honestly, if there were any lingering doubts about whether Richard had experienced this before should be finally eradicated by now.
Because yes, even though he stood as a man in his own society and in the eyes of his Kingmaker, the truth was that his previous experiences with the intimacy had more or less focused only one aspect of it. "Has the woman part ever been loved before?" Buckingham had asked him all those months ago, when he had taken Richard for the first time, prying his tied body open and breaching it with that overwhelming, shattering force. And even after that the encounters had more or less followed the certain steps with some alterations. And somehow he doubted that Buckingham would ever be too interested serving Richard quite like this.
But guess that was yet one of the defining differences between his two lover, one saw him as a man. The other saw him as a demon.
As Silco's sped up and set up a steady pace, moving down before pulling back up, Richard could feel the sparks flying in his body, small electric shocks making his thighs tremble and spasm around his lover's head. His fingers curls tighter around the sheets, pulling on the cloth around him as he grew only harder and wetter, making a mess on the just made bed. The pleasure kept growing and pushing him. However, unlike before, it was not gradually building up like a wave, but threatening to burst out of him like an uncontrollable lightning.]
H-ha--! Sil.. Ah, [Richard tries to find his words again, something to alert the other one that he would not be able to last if this kept up. But the only thing sounds leaving him are confused sounds and broken syllables between his frantic breaths as his chest kept raising up and down.]