[Break the chains. Silco has spent a lifetime fighting against his oppressors, the seed of rebellion propagating early and growing strong. Then he had nearly lost his life, faced the choice of a lifetime thanks to Vander, and he had chosen to burn it all down so that he could grow stronger anew. There were very few that forward faced as he did, and he knew only certain types of people could keep up with him once he actually set down roots and began to spread.
What attracted him to Richard was that the younger man could be inspired to great violence. There was a path they could walk together which was different yet still in the same direction. They were perfectly ordinary people, and yet who could actually stand in the way of their wills?
The thought alone when combined with the sting of the small laceration on his neck rose the heat and focus he had for the younger man. He hadn't felt inspired since... no, there was no room for such thoughts here and now. He leaned into their kiss harder instead, fingers pinching a nipple with a light twist for a hint of pain.
As their mouths parted and Richard rose, he dropped his forehead to rest against the younger man's shoulder, and he breathed warm air across the injury that continued to weep blood. The hand creating friction between Richard's legs moved to accommodate and the new freedom, stroking his lover through the fabric of his clothing.]
...you're going to make a mess. [Said like a promise.]
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branchandroot
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Date: 2024-11-23 04:26 pm (UTC)What attracted him to Richard was that the younger man could be inspired to great violence. There was a path they could walk together which was different yet still in the same direction. They were perfectly ordinary people, and yet who could actually stand in the way of their wills?
The thought alone when combined with the sting of the small laceration on his neck rose the heat and focus he had for the younger man. He hadn't felt inspired since... no, there was no room for such thoughts here and now. He leaned into their kiss harder instead, fingers pinching a nipple with a light twist for a hint of pain.
As their mouths parted and Richard rose, he dropped his forehead to rest against the younger man's shoulder, and he breathed warm air across the injury that continued to weep blood. The hand creating friction between Richard's legs moved to accommodate and the new freedom, stroking his lover through the fabric of his clothing.]
...you're going to make a mess. [Said like a promise.]