[Richard inhales deep through his nose when he Silco drops his head down on his shoulder, feeling the breath brush against the skin of his neck. Then there is sharp pain as the teeth sank right into the soft tender flesh, nearly piercing through it, followed by mouth latching around the bite and sucking hard enough to create a bruise. But it is only after his lover's words reach his ears does Richard allow the tension escape his body. He sighs through his nose and leans his back against the other man. He could feel the warmth rekindling in his body, chasing the cold ice and lighting the life back to him.
Closing his eyes and parting his lips, Richard places his hand on top of Silco's wrist and slowly slides it down until the palm was covering the back of the other's hand, intertwining their fingers. It is simple and intimate gesture -- but even more than that: a sign that he chooses to place his trust in his lover and ignore the blade on the table.]
Yes. [The word is spoken with airy moan as the sharp teeth on his earlobe made the shivers run down along his spine. The silent promise of underlying violence only exciting him.] I shall never deny you, Silco. I want you. [Richard had promised as much before, hadn't he? That if his lover so wanted he would give his body to him. It was lofty prize for the man's loyalty to him -- but it was the only thing that he could think of offering. And if this abomination could provide comfort and pleasure, even the better.
There is a quick beat of hesitation within him, as he did not dare to touch the older man any further than this. But then, swallowing air, Richard spun on his heels so that he could turn around to stand face-to-face with Silco. He raises his hand to reach for the clip on his cloak, clicking it open so that the cloth would once again drop off from his shoulders to the ground.]
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Date: 2025-01-11 07:27 pm (UTC)Closing his eyes and parting his lips, Richard places his hand on top of Silco's wrist and slowly slides it down until the palm was covering the back of the other's hand, intertwining their fingers. It is simple and intimate gesture -- but even more than that: a sign that he chooses to place his trust in his lover and ignore the blade on the table.]
Yes. [The word is spoken with airy moan as the sharp teeth on his earlobe made the shivers run down along his spine. The silent promise of underlying violence only exciting him.] I shall never deny you, Silco. I want you. [Richard had promised as much before, hadn't he? That if his lover so wanted he would give his body to him. It was lofty prize for the man's loyalty to him -- but it was the only thing that he could think of offering. And if this abomination could provide comfort and pleasure, even the better.
There is a quick beat of hesitation within him, as he did not dare to touch the older man any further than this. But then, swallowing air, Richard spun on his heels so that he could turn around to stand face-to-face with Silco. He raises his hand to reach for the clip on his cloak, clicking it open so that the cloth would once again drop off from his shoulders to the ground.]
How do you want me?