[It's true that Richard was one to easily withdraw than engage. It was a habit that was forced on him by the society around him. Silence was his way to protect himself from the world that would reject him if he were to speak out. He had schooled himself not to wish anything nor to expect anything. A silent and agonizing death in form of repression. But then, Buckingham had broke him free from that, dragged out his darkest and most twisted desires - urged him to celebrate his true self as he reached out to take what he wanted.
And Silco had been doing the same. Pushing him forward and building up his appetite until presenting the meal. Light or no light, he could have power here. He could have bring devil's paradise into reality. The thought of it had breathed life into that flame in his soul, making him to embrace the fight again. He would not be silent.
The edges of the teeth scraping around the bleeding laceration sends a sharp jolt of electricity along his spine right into between his legs. His nipples hardens even more and he swears that his breast just grew a tad bit more heavier. Richard can tell that he is soaking wet and he wants nothing quite as much as to feel more of that friction and reach his climax.
But he decided to ignore those desires in favor of another voice. One that urged him to claim control and watch the man under him squirm. The fingers make a quick, hasty work to free Silco's erection out of the confides of his trousers. He wanted Silco inside him, he wanted to please him with his mouth and watch him come undone. He wanted to make him bleed even more.]
I am. [Richard whispers, voice full of arousal as his hand moved to stroke firmly the hard cock between their bodies.] I'm going to hurt you. And you will like it.
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Date: 2024-12-02 02:59 pm (UTC)And Silco had been doing the same. Pushing him forward and building up his appetite until presenting the meal. Light or no light, he could have power here. He could have bring devil's paradise into reality. The thought of it had breathed life into that flame in his soul, making him to embrace the fight again. He would not be silent.
The edges of the teeth scraping around the bleeding laceration sends a sharp jolt of electricity along his spine right into between his legs. His nipples hardens even more and he swears that his breast just grew a tad bit more heavier. Richard can tell that he is soaking wet and he wants nothing quite as much as to feel more of that friction and reach his climax.
But he decided to ignore those desires in favor of another voice. One that urged him to claim control and watch the man under him squirm. The fingers make a quick, hasty work to free Silco's erection out of the confides of his trousers. He wanted Silco inside him, he wanted to please him with his mouth and watch him come undone. He wanted to make him bleed even more.]
I am. [Richard whispers, voice full of arousal as his hand moved to stroke firmly the hard cock between their bodies.] I'm going to hurt you. And you will like it.