[A brief moment silence falls upon them as Richard peers into Silco's face, trying to decipher where his lover's mood had landed on for the day. And to his relief it seemed like the other man was not interested in raising a ruckus nor looking for another, petulant and pointless argument. A small breaks on his rosy lips as he extends his right hand to brush against the side of the other man's neck, gloved fingertips ghosting over the white, thin line left by the healed scar.
And unsurprisingly, Silco wasn't the only one who had been affected by the night spent apart. The first one had gone past in a blink, as Richard had occupied with himself with other tasks and people. But the following? Cold, restless and confusing, filled withe the voices that would heckle and doom him.
The finger moves along the shape of the scar, feeling the pulse beating under the thin skin and tender skin. Oh, how Richard hated himself for being this weak.]
If I leave you might regret it.
[And with that, Richard removes his hand from Silco's person and reached up to undo his cloak. When the heavy cloth drops off his shoulders, falling right on top of the desk, it reveals a black straight dress underneath rather than Richard's usual leather gear. But just like his normal clothing, the dress covers his entire body from the head to toe with the hems scraping the floor and the collar buttoned all up to reach his ears. Though what's more rare than him wearing dress is what he isn't wearing, which is the binder. The shape of his breasts being pronounced and obvious through the fabric of his dress.]
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And unsurprisingly, Silco wasn't the only one who had been affected by the night spent apart. The first one had gone past in a blink, as Richard had occupied with himself with other tasks and people. But the following? Cold, restless and confusing, filled withe the voices that would heckle and doom him.
The finger moves along the shape of the scar, feeling the pulse beating under the thin skin and tender skin. Oh, how Richard hated himself for being this weak.]
If I leave you might regret it.
[And with that, Richard removes his hand from Silco's person and reached up to undo his cloak. When the heavy cloth drops off his shoulders, falling right on top of the desk, it reveals a black straight dress underneath rather than Richard's usual leather gear. But just like his normal clothing, the dress covers his entire body from the head to toe with the hems scraping the floor and the collar buttoned all up to reach his ears. Though what's more rare than him wearing dress is what he isn't wearing, which is the binder. The shape of his breasts being pronounced and obvious through the fabric of his dress.]