[Richard's obvious delight at his personally struggle to step over the line only served to incense him further and his shoulders tightened with his barely suppressed rage. There had been times in the past where he allowed himself to fall into similar oaths, but each one of them had failed, withered and rotted. Blisters and bedrock, he thought viciously, a reminder of one of the pinnacles of his young adult life that had driven him for years since.
He curled his upper lip in a snarl as he stared at Richard, a single moment away from dumping the younger man from his lap and walking out of the room. Petty, angry, bucking at his own words even as they passed out of his mouth in a damning statement. It seemed far less intimidating when the shoe was on the other foot, of course, when he was in control of what and when and how this relationship narrowed down to this.
Yet, his hand didn't stop, and if anything, his own breathing rate increased with both lust and anger as he glared at his lover. He sneered openly at the reply, though considering that this was some form of reciprocation on Richard's part.] These scars I will take, but your body will always be yours. I want your ambition, your cruelty, the quiet moments you share with me and perhaps no one else. Don't give me any less.
[He had worked hard to make Richard take ownership of that body, which he would never find unsightly. Those scars though told a story of pain from ambition, and he could relate. It was the kind of experience that bonded them together to start and one he was hard pressed to give up now.
He increased the pace of his hand between them, tightening his grip so there was more friction between them, and he didn't stop as his own breathing rate followed Richard's. His eyes focused on the other man, the world beyond this room shut down and ignored. He breathed each hot breath across his lover's lips, working their cocks faster even as his hips were slipping to a desperate erratic chase for that coveted finishing moment. He could practically taste it; he wanted to watch Richard come undone because of his hand but also staring at his furious face.
Already he chaffed against the oath. Never the contents, the fact he had made it in the first place.]
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Date: 2024-12-14 05:56 am (UTC)He curled his upper lip in a snarl as he stared at Richard, a single moment away from dumping the younger man from his lap and walking out of the room. Petty, angry, bucking at his own words even as they passed out of his mouth in a damning statement. It seemed far less intimidating when the shoe was on the other foot, of course, when he was in control of what and when and how this relationship narrowed down to this.
Yet, his hand didn't stop, and if anything, his own breathing rate increased with both lust and anger as he glared at his lover. He sneered openly at the reply, though considering that this was some form of reciprocation on Richard's part.] These scars I will take, but your body will always be yours. I want your ambition, your cruelty, the quiet moments you share with me and perhaps no one else. Don't give me any less.
[He had worked hard to make Richard take ownership of that body, which he would never find unsightly. Those scars though told a story of pain from ambition, and he could relate. It was the kind of experience that bonded them together to start and one he was hard pressed to give up now.
He increased the pace of his hand between them, tightening his grip so there was more friction between them, and he didn't stop as his own breathing rate followed Richard's. His eyes focused on the other man, the world beyond this room shut down and ignored. He breathed each hot breath across his lover's lips, working their cocks faster even as his hips were slipping to a desperate erratic chase for that coveted finishing moment. He could practically taste it; he wanted to watch Richard come undone because of his hand but also staring at his furious face.
Already he chaffed against the oath. Never the contents, the fact he had made it in the first place.]