[Before Richard can stop himself there is a sharp gasp escaping from him at the harsh and biting pinch on his nipple. The quick flare of almost teasing pain only heightens the adrenaline fueled arousal in Richard's body, making him whine in need into their shared kiss. And needlessly to say, the excitement and hunger for more only increased along with the sped up friction between his legs. The hot puffs of air making him more aware of the sting on his chest, as the sweat and blood mixed together against the grinning cut on his body.
And well, Silco was right, of course. He was already making a mess of himself as he could tell the wetness growing along with the hardness of his erections. And as how things were going it would not be difficult task at all to make Richard reach the climax here and now before he could even remove the last piece of his clothing. And, yes, there was some allure to the thought -- but Richard had more than enough self-respect not to let himself come undone within his trousers like some fumbling youth at the face of his first sexual encounter.]
We'll see about that. [Richard counters, voice thick of desire. Normally, he is very content with allowing his lover to take the reigns and guide him through each experience, while providing some vague direction himself. But this time was different --who knows, maybe it is the energy from their previous argument and clash of wills that is still fueling him -- and he did not want to stay passive while and just follow along.
He brings his own hands down on Silco's front and begins to open his vest. But after that's done he is really running out of patience. With violent tugs he undoes the yellow cravat and begins to tear older man's shirt open with force -- if there's button or two flying around, he does not care.]
Hands off, Silco. [He says, summoning the sternness to his voice, trying to mask away his own desperation as he brings his own palm down to cup against his lover's groin -- feeling the other man through the fabric.]
i'd dare to say that it's close to nuclear waste even
And well, Silco was right, of course. He was already making a mess of himself as he could tell the wetness growing along with the hardness of his erections. And as how things were going it would not be difficult task at all to make Richard reach the climax here and now before he could even remove the last piece of his clothing. And, yes, there was some allure to the thought -- but Richard had more than enough self-respect not to let himself come undone within his trousers like some fumbling youth at the face of his first sexual encounter.]
We'll see about that. [Richard counters, voice thick of desire. Normally, he is very content with allowing his lover to take the reigns and guide him through each experience, while providing some vague direction himself. But this time was different --who knows, maybe it is the energy from their previous argument and clash of wills that is still fueling him -- and he did not want to stay passive while and just follow along.
He brings his own hands down on Silco's front and begins to open his vest. But after that's done he is really running out of patience. With violent tugs he undoes the yellow cravat and begins to tear older man's shirt open with force -- if there's button or two flying around, he does not care.]
Hands off, Silco. [He says, summoning the sternness to his voice, trying to mask away his own desperation as he brings his own palm down to cup against his lover's groin -- feeling the other man through the fabric.]