[By this point, he had learned much of what Richard liked and didn't particularly care for when it came to intimacy. Of course, this might be the first time they engaged one another like this after an actual conflict because it was so infrequent that they hit this level of disagreement previously. He had come to understand that Richard often just left him on read and ignored him rather than engaging or talking him down, which was not an unusual tactic. This time their emotions had built inside the argument and not shifted over to whatever this happened to be. Unexpected but not unwelcomed.
He knew that once Richard was aroused, the younger man was hard pressed to stop until the finish line. He knew how to take advantage of that, watch the flush appear on his lover's face, the way that he moved against his hand, the shift of that lithe body and the demands of those lips. It did amuse him to think that the new owner of the inn was going to christen such ownership by climaxing in his own pants in a side room of the establishment.
The corner of his lips pulled in a smirk at the counter, not bothering to reply as he continued to stroke Richard as his lover attacked his vest. There were plenty of clasps, of course, which was classic Zaun fashion. He made an unhappy noise when his shirt was forced open, spying at least two buttons fly off across the room, but honestly, he felt a new flare of heat in his guts at the roughness. It was a good thing he owned the tailor.
He raised his eyebrow at the demand, and his hand stalled for a moment as he considered if he would obey. Slowly he did withdraw his hand as a shuddering sigh escaped him when Richard's hand dropped to cup his very obvious erection still in his own trousers. He leaned forward instead, kissing and biting at the edges of the wound. No hands, only mouth.]
welcome to smutty Chernobyl
He knew that once Richard was aroused, the younger man was hard pressed to stop until the finish line. He knew how to take advantage of that, watch the flush appear on his lover's face, the way that he moved against his hand, the shift of that lithe body and the demands of those lips. It did amuse him to think that the new owner of the inn was going to christen such ownership by climaxing in his own pants in a side room of the establishment.
The corner of his lips pulled in a smirk at the counter, not bothering to reply as he continued to stroke Richard as his lover attacked his vest. There were plenty of clasps, of course, which was classic Zaun fashion. He made an unhappy noise when his shirt was forced open, spying at least two buttons fly off across the room, but honestly, he felt a new flare of heat in his guts at the roughness. It was a good thing he owned the tailor.
He raised his eyebrow at the demand, and his hand stalled for a moment as he considered if he would obey. Slowly he did withdraw his hand as a shuddering sigh escaped him when Richard's hand dropped to cup his very obvious erection still in his own trousers. He leaned forward instead, kissing and biting at the edges of the wound. No hands, only mouth.]
You are the boss in your own house....