[Oh. Richard didn't need to see his lover's expression to tell that he was angry. It was apparent in the hot air that left his lips, the fastened pulse and heartbeat that was not quite the same as his usual state of arousal. It was present in his voice, his words spitting vitriol and toxic despite their promise.
Maybe it made Richard worse person but seeing the man push past his own resentment and to struggle to give in to his demands, with anger and all, only delighted him. The corners of his lips tug into a wide grin as he peppers kisses on Silco's neck. He kept bucking his hips along the rhythm to Silco's hand, rubbing his erection against the other while chasing after the release.
It's kinda funny, in a way. Richard was deep down possessive and geedy man, always desiring that what he shouldn't. Yet he had never felt such strong yearn to have another person like this. With Henry he had been sated to just stay quietly by his side. And with Buckingham? Well, he had his own wife that he would embrace regularly when he could. They only owned one half of the other's soul, something that they sacrificed on the altar of the sin. But Silco, on the other hand? He wanted to have the older man only to himself, going even as far as demanding it like from the other. There was a strange kind of entitlement that he felt and it was driving him high at the moment.
The oath given to him was not a proper one, but it would suffice.]
In return, [Richard pulls back just a hair, so that he could see his lover's face. The delighted eyes looking into the maddened one.] -- I give you this body. You may have it as you please. We've shared blood together, more ways than one. I will not reject you.
[He would not be able to give his heart. But this wretched, unsightly form of his? He'll gladly surrender it to Silco's hands - both literally and figuratively
Richard then leaned to press their foreheads together and closed his eyes. His breath came out as eccentric puffs of hot air through his lips and the sweat was prickling on his clothed back as his thrust began to lose the rhythm, slowing down and gaining more momentum on each push. The edges of the chair's armrests pressed heavily against his legs. There would be welts and bruises there, no doubt, but he cared not. Not when he was getting close to the climax of this strange encounter.]
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Date: 2024-12-14 12:48 am (UTC)Maybe it made Richard worse person but seeing the man push past his own resentment and to struggle to give in to his demands, with anger and all, only delighted him. The corners of his lips tug into a wide grin as he peppers kisses on Silco's neck. He kept bucking his hips along the rhythm to Silco's hand, rubbing his erection against the other while chasing after the release.
It's kinda funny, in a way. Richard was deep down possessive and geedy man, always desiring that what he shouldn't. Yet he had never felt such strong yearn to have another person like this. With Henry he had been sated to just stay quietly by his side. And with Buckingham? Well, he had his own wife that he would embrace regularly when he could. They only owned one half of the other's soul, something that they sacrificed on the altar of the sin. But Silco, on the other hand? He wanted to have the older man only to himself, going even as far as demanding it like from the other. There was a strange kind of entitlement that he felt and it was driving him high at the moment.
The oath given to him was not a proper one, but it would suffice.]
In return, [Richard pulls back just a hair, so that he could see his lover's face. The delighted eyes looking into the maddened one.] -- I give you this body. You may have it as you please. We've shared blood together, more ways than one. I will not reject you.
[He would not be able to give his heart. But this wretched, unsightly form of his? He'll gladly surrender it to Silco's hands - both literally and figuratively
Richard then leaned to press their foreheads together and closed his eyes. His breath came out as eccentric puffs of hot air through his lips and the sweat was prickling on his clothed back as his thrust began to lose the rhythm, slowing down and gaining more momentum on each push. The edges of the chair's armrests pressed heavily against his legs. There would be welts and bruises there, no doubt, but he cared not. Not when he was getting close to the climax of this strange encounter.]