[It was hardly the first time when Richard had worn a dress. In his childhood he had thought that there could be no greater humiliation than dressing up as woman. But the older he got and more he had donned in the feminine clothing the more used to it he had gotten. The feelings of anguish and humiliation had subsided as he became aware the benefits that having a body his could bring. A lot of people were more talkative and less guarded-up when they had a pretty girl on their lap, after all.
Of course, there was a lot of self-loath and twisted hatred present in those moments. But he had also learned that it was less because of the dress itself but rather based on the perception of others. Silco knew his body through and through at this point, having a free access to all parts of it. And yet, despite knowing it all he did not treat Richard any differently from the time they had met.]
What else? [He says, smirking in satisfaction as he watched his lover beneath his long eye-lashes.] There are no political nor physical opponents for us. [That they knew of, that is. Their both individual plans might have been successful and they were gaining both control and power through their own respectable lanes. And so far there hadn't been any critics. Though, Richard knew better than to lull in the sweet bliss of feigned safety. But it did feel good to be successful. And they ought to indulge in it for now.
There's a soft hum from him when Silco's fingers snake up along his calf, lifting up the hem to reveal the bare skin. Did he have plans? Sort of, yes. Richard still could remember so vividly the high of the time at the inn. It had awoken a new hunger within him that he was not aware of before - the dark and twisted desire for control.
But at the moment? He was enjoying the brush of the rough callouses brush against his smooth skin on the leg. It truly felt like he hadn't been touched by another person in ages.]
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Of course, there was a lot of self-loath and twisted hatred present in those moments. But he had also learned that it was less because of the dress itself but rather based on the perception of others. Silco knew his body through and through at this point, having a free access to all parts of it. And yet, despite knowing it all he did not treat Richard any differently from the time they had met.]
What else? [He says, smirking in satisfaction as he watched his lover beneath his long eye-lashes.] There are no political nor physical opponents for us. [That they knew of, that is. Their both individual plans might have been successful and they were gaining both control and power through their own respectable lanes. And so far there hadn't been any critics. Though, Richard knew better than to lull in the sweet bliss of feigned safety. But it did feel good to be successful. And they ought to indulge in it for now.
There's a soft hum from him when Silco's fingers snake up along his calf, lifting up the hem to reveal the bare skin. Did he have plans? Sort of, yes. Richard still could remember so vividly the high of the time at the inn. It had awoken a new hunger within him that he was not aware of before - the dark and twisted desire for control.
But at the moment? He was enjoying the brush of the rough callouses brush against his smooth skin on the leg. It truly felt like he hadn't been touched by another person in ages.]
Touch me more.