[His eyes did indeed drop to observe the teasing amount of skin of Richard's chest, the full rise of those breasts hidden, yet he was delighted by the teasing amount of cleavage. Of course his lover would be a tease tonight; he would benefit one way or another, especially as his hands made good on the efforts to hike up Richard's dress further and further up those thighs. His intention of course was to push it high enough to slip a hand between Richard's legs more easily.
The world around them faded to a distant rumble, the beat of the music downstairs nothing more than adding to the ambience to the office. His blue eye half-lid with trust and relaxation, and his lips twisted in a little smirk at the words, having no doubt that they would apply teeth to each other. The thrill of the anticipation drew him in, their lips brushing as he lifted one hand away in order to move on with the next step of this little plan...
...except his blue eye caught the movement to the knife, momentarily stealing his focus away from the rest of Richard. It proved to be a mistake as he felt fingers close on his throat, and he experienced a surge of adrenaline as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. He fell backwards, landing in his chair which rolled towards the window with the sudden weight of them both on it. His hands fell way to grasp the arms of the chair so he could try to stand and dump Richard off of him, put distance in case an impeding attack with the knife was imminent.
His skin had paled, his lips pulling tight in the beginnings of a sneer.]
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Date: 2024-12-26 06:53 pm (UTC)The world around them faded to a distant rumble, the beat of the music downstairs nothing more than adding to the ambience to the office. His blue eye half-lid with trust and relaxation, and his lips twisted in a little smirk at the words, having no doubt that they would apply teeth to each other. The thrill of the anticipation drew him in, their lips brushing as he lifted one hand away in order to move on with the next step of this little plan...
...except his blue eye caught the movement to the knife, momentarily stealing his focus away from the rest of Richard. It proved to be a mistake as he felt fingers close on his throat, and he experienced a surge of adrenaline as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. He fell backwards, landing in his chair which rolled towards the window with the sudden weight of them both on it. His hands fell way to grasp the arms of the chair so he could try to stand and dump Richard off of him, put distance in case an impeding attack with the knife was imminent.
His skin had paled, his lips pulling tight in the beginnings of a sneer.]