[The fury was to be expected. Just like Silco had learned to recognize and navigate around the sore and difficult topics when it came to Richard, the same could be applied vice versa. The differences between their class statuses and social standings had always seemed to be in the back of Silco's mind, one way or another, no doubt because of the lifetime of oppression and being stepped down by those with more power. It was the most obvious hot button for his lover - one that was guaranteed to make the man bristle and enrage the man.]

You're not. [Richard hums, thumb pressing down on Silco's lower lip and the leather briefly rubbing against edge of the front teeth. Meanwhile he lifts himself back up on his knees, making sure that the trashing would not have the hoped effect and throw him off.] You are my lover, Silco. [There is a clear emphasis on the word 'my.' His other hand undoes the belt, pulls down the zipper so that he could slide his fingers under older man's pants and underwear.]

And I will have all of you. Your body, soul. Your wrath. I want everything of you. [He has always been rather clear what he wants when it comes to sex and that was no different here. Richard wanted the heat of the other body, he wanted to feel that anger and rage squirming under him as he took everything out of his lover.]