[There is some irony to the fact that for someone who struggles with his mental health a quite lot, and is prone to both moments of panic and dissociative episodes Richard is completely blind to the signs of them in others. But then again, is that a surprise when he associates his own condition with a curse brought to him by his body. And the only other instance where he had witnessed something similar was in the madness of Henry when the other man had rejected him in fear.
To him there was nothing out of ordinary in this moment. He and Silco had been here before, teasing the danger with the tip of blade and pushing each other to new heights. The elevated heart beat, the quickening of his breath and the merciless grip on his thighs only signaled him that he was doing something right here. That Silco was feeling the thrill like he was.
The sight of fresh red running down his lover's neck brought sense of satisfaction to him. It fit the scene just right, didn't it? Two monsters having a go at each other and all that. So, he pushed in further, capturing Silco's lips with his own as he placed both of his legs around the older man so that he could press his weight on his lap if he so wished to. This chair was much more accommodating for this kind of position than the pathetic excuse of chair back at his own office. He deepens the kiss with a roll of hips, looking to create some friction between their bodies.
His free hand slid down to grab the yellow necktie, loosening it with couple of practiced tugs and pulls. Then, he lets go off the knife's handle and quickly grabs his lover's wrists, fighting forcefully the hands off his thighs so that he could bring them together and bind with his lover's own tie.]
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branchandroot
cws shall persist and grow strong
Date: 2024-12-27 09:45 am (UTC)and is prone to both moments of panic and dissociative episodes Richard is completely blind to the signs of them in others. But then again, is that a surprise when he associates his own condition with a curse brought to him by his body. And the only other instance where he had witnessed something similar was in the madness of Henry when the other man had rejected him in fear.
To him there was nothing out of ordinary in this moment. He and Silco had been here before, teasing the danger with the tip of blade and pushing each other to new heights. The elevated heart beat, the quickening of his breath and the merciless grip on his thighs only signaled him that he was doing something right here. That Silco was feeling the thrill like he was.
The sight of fresh red running down his lover's neck brought sense of satisfaction to him. It fit the scene just right, didn't it? Two monsters having a go at each other and all that. So, he pushed in further, capturing Silco's lips with his own as he placed both of his legs around the older man so that he could press his weight on his lap if he so wished to. This chair was much more accommodating for this kind of position than the pathetic excuse of chair back at his own office. He deepens the kiss with a roll of hips, looking to create some friction between their bodies.
His free hand slid down to grab the yellow necktie, loosening it with couple of practiced tugs and pulls. Then, he lets go off the knife's handle and quickly grabs his lover's wrists, fighting forcefully the hands off his thighs so that he could bring them together and bind with his lover's own tie.]