[It was not often that he and Richard found disagreements that they couldn't simply smooth over. While he didn't have the entire complexity of Richard's relationship, he did know how to read people and it seemed to him that this Kingsmaker was someone that his lover would return to regardless of a crown. They had forged a bond in taking over from what he had gathered, usurping and gathering power. Two people couldn't fill that role in Richard's life, and there was something to be said about shared life experiences.
His own relationships were complex, messy and most where held to arm's length. They had seemed to fill a strange void with one another, and he admitted to being hard pressed to let that go without a fight. They had cobbled together enough emotional, mental and physical connection to enjoy each other, to smooth out some of the rough edges each of them had. In the end, they were still damaged, flawed men.
He's never been possessed before, though his daughter had jealous tendencies related to abandonment issues.
Oh.
Oh.
Silco's chin lifted as Richard suddenly stood up, and it took him a moment to put his little silent epiphany into context. It didn't help that anticipation for a mouth on his cock and the previous build up was distracting and fogging his mind, but it slowly ebbed away enough that he had enough of a grasp of the situation. He breathed a long audible breath, refraining from biting back because ninety percent of his life was a defiance of most demands on him by those who chose to stand over him.
It took a strength of will not to stand and even out their positions. Instead, he shifted and crossed one ankle over the other as he watched his lover.]
No, I don't suppose that you do. Swearing is an oath, a pledge of loyalty we have already committed through secrets. I have no other than you, Richard.
[He tried to sound reasonably, but his voice was bit slurred and roughened by previous pleasure and their argument. He reached out to offer a hand to his lover, to draw Richard back to him still seated in the chair.]
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Date: 2024-12-07 09:44 pm (UTC)His own relationships were complex, messy and most where held to arm's length. They had seemed to fill a strange void with one another, and he admitted to being hard pressed to let that go without a fight. They had cobbled together enough emotional, mental and physical connection to enjoy each other, to smooth out some of the rough edges each of them had. In the end, they were still damaged, flawed men.
He's never been possessed before, though his daughter had jealous tendencies related to abandonment issues.
Oh.
Oh.
Silco's chin lifted as Richard suddenly stood up, and it took him a moment to put his little silent epiphany into context. It didn't help that anticipation for a mouth on his cock and the previous build up was distracting and fogging his mind, but it slowly ebbed away enough that he had enough of a grasp of the situation. He breathed a long audible breath, refraining from biting back because ninety percent of his life was a defiance of most demands on him by those who chose to stand over him.
It took a strength of will not to stand and even out their positions. Instead, he shifted and crossed one ankle over the other as he watched his lover.]
No, I don't suppose that you do. Swearing is an oath, a pledge of loyalty we have already committed through secrets. I have no other than you, Richard.
[He tried to sound reasonably, but his voice was bit slurred and roughened by previous pleasure and their argument. He reached out to offer a hand to his lover, to draw Richard back to him still seated in the chair.]