[Silco was being way too silent. There was no snarky remark or comment of the situation, no bite or sneer. No fight. Just this strange passivity that did not belong to him. It did not belong to them. It made him feel uneasy, a distant memory of another body going still against him and the following cold ice that froze the blood in his veins. His stomach twists and throat tightens -- as if he was the one who was being choked here.
However, just as he was about to withdraw away so that he could take a look at his lover's face Richard feels a strong and sharp sting on his lower lip and the press on his tights bruising the soft skin. Ah yes. There he is.
He pants to their kiss, drawing back just a hair that he can give his lip a quick lick to see whether he could taste blood. And that is when he catches the glimpse of Silco reaching up with his bound hands for the knife. Well, unfortunately for him Richard is faster. So he shoots his hand up to grab the blade's handle while the other one takes a hold of the older man's wrists, forcing them up above his head. And again, to keep him disarmed and at his mercy, Richard stabs the weapon right below the knot on the cravat to pin his hands.]
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Date: 2024-12-29 10:41 pm (UTC)However, just as he was about to withdraw away so that he could take a look at his lover's face Richard feels a strong and sharp sting on his lower lip and the press on his tights bruising the soft skin. Ah yes. There he is.
He pants to their kiss, drawing back just a hair that he can give his lip a quick lick to see whether he could taste blood. And that is when he catches the glimpse of Silco reaching up with his bound hands for the knife. Well, unfortunately for him Richard is faster. So he shoots his hand up to grab the blade's handle while the other one takes a hold of the older man's wrists, forcing them up above his head. And again, to keep him disarmed and at his mercy, Richard stabs the weapon right below the knot on the cravat to pin his hands.]