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conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
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The strength of the orgasm leaves him boneless and slightly light in the head. The only reason he manages to stay on his feet and not to stumble forward is because he's still holding on Silco. There's few beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and his dark locks have become messy and disheveled. The previous faint dusty pink flush covering cheekbones has now turned deep, hot red, spreading all around his body.
His eyes are half-lidded and he looks through his long eye-lashes as he tries to catch his breath. And the sight of Silco licking his fingers clean certainly does something to him. His stomach drops, equally both from mortified state and strange excitement, one that keeps the fire in his stomach alive despite his very recent release.
Richard stares Silco for a quick beat before pulls the man back down to another kiss. Though this time he makes sure not to let go of him until he's satisfied, kissing him with a feverish force, teeth scraping the bottom lip and tongue. He only breaks the contact enough so that he can whisper Silco the answer:]
Yes.
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His left arm slipped around Richard's middle, pulling the other against him hard so he can truly feel those breasts against his chest for the first time; he had not paid them much attention during their previous interaction only by the case he needed both hands to pleasure Richard properly. Now he was standing and had the opportunity to enjoy them along the rest of Richard's body which was shorter and slimmer than his yet he had no doubt just as strong - if not more - based on training.]
Kiss me. [It was not a request, and he was already leaning down to press their lips back together. Would he receive the same hunger as before, or had it been a mistake, a flare of short-lived misplaced enthusiasm? His mouth was tentatively eager this time, ready to respond if some similarities of last time occurred again. When was the last time he had kissed someone with any kind of passion?
He didn't actually wait either as he was sliding his other arm around Richard's waist so he could pick the other man up and walk them the short distance from the pelt they had been sitting on to the bed where he could deposit them both. He eased Richard down back first so he could lay over the younger man, removing them so he could prop his upper half up a little so allow Richard to find a comfortable place to set limbs and body.
In the interim, he forced his weight to balance more on his left hand so he could use the right to cup and lightly massage one of Richard's breasts.]
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So, Silco's demand is answered just with as much enthusiasm and force as before. Richard licks, bites and pulls on his lips before diving in for a heated, open-mouthed kiss. His own fingers dig on the skin at the back of Silco's neck as he keeps their lips tightly sealed together. Not even the arms around his middle, pulling his body up is enough to make Richard break the contact. Prepared for the sudden lift, he raises on his tip-toes to ease the process of picking him up. With a quick movement he wraps his legs around Silco's waist and allows himself to be carried, all while still drowning them both in a kiss.
It's only after his back is met with soft mattress on his bed that Richard finally pulls away. His own lips are red and slightly plump, glossing faintly from the shared saliva. His chest raises heavily up and down as he catches his breath, the mismatched eyes locked tightly on Silco's expression when the hand slid up to touch his breast. A brief nervousness flashed in his expression when he felt the hand cup and move the soft flesh on his chest. A reaction that reflected more of the learned fear and shame than his current state.
And once again, when the words failed him, leaving his tongue heavy and tied to address his own body, the actions prevailed. So, Richard raised to place his burnt hand on top of Silco's to guide it higher on his chest so that it covers the entirety of the breast.]
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If his hands were already full of carrying Richard, he probably would have cupped the younger man's face. Instead, he found himself kissed with the enthusiasm and wanton nature of someone that wanted to feel and taste him. Richard had control though, and it was Silco's turn to follow the actions of the other, his lips responding with similar pressure and then parting to allow teeth and tongue against his own lips and mouth. Honestly, it took him a moment to remember how to breathe.
When it ended, he had a look of someone who had stared too long into a sudden bright light. He blinked his blue eye and managed to focus on Richard, thankful they were now laying down. Yet, his focus sharpened at the nervous flicker on Richard's face, and he leaned down to rest their foreheads together again as his hand remained where it was.] Don't. Not with me, Richard. [The words were barely a whisper, and he made a point of reinforcing his attraction with a rock of his hips to make his hard cock very apparent.
His thumb rubbed back and forth over the nipple until he felt Richard's hand on his own, and he allowed the younger man to guide his touch to where it would be best received. He returned to massaging and rolling the flesh under his hand, careful not to squeeze too hard, and he rolled his hips against Richard's at the same pace to imitate sex. Of course, he was on the process of digging his knees into the mattress for more stability, shifting his weight in the circle of Richard's legs as he dropped his hips so he could better position himself and allow his cock to dip to slide between the folds of Richard's delightful secret, and a shudder ran down his body at the thought of them sharing such vulnerability together.
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But he hadn't seen any resemblance to those hungry eyes in Silco during the night. If anything it had been the opposite, looking past the flesh and seeing him.
He lets go of Silco's hand and reaches up to place it against the other man's chest. Palm flat and fingers spread against the smooth surface, looking to feel the beat of his heart inside his rib cage. The proof of life. And that they were here right now, expelling any shadows of doubt from Richard's mind.
The rocking of his body along with the massaging on his breast earns a sharp, almost high-pitched moan from him. If he had previously tried to stifle out any sounds that threatened to slip from him, now it was the opposite. Richard allowed all moans, gasps and other cries thick with desire freely out in the room, letting them to fill the otherwise quiet space. The light press of hardness against his lower body felt hot, demanding all of Richard's attention.
Closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the mattress, exposing his throat to the man, Richard moved his legs a bit -- slotting Silco properly in between them.]
Silco. You may do it. [He knew what was coming, and hell. He sure was welcoming it. The final act to finish the pact of trust between them.]
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His one hand remained stroking and rolling Richard's breast against his palm as he sighed as questing fingers stroked down his own chest. The two round scars were hardly sensitive to touch, but he was keenly aware of touch being close to those areas. He shifted his head so that he could kiss a line down the curve of Richard's neck then over to that scarred shoulder and upper arm, lavishing the mottled flesh with attention. He added little nips from his front teeth as well.
The younger man managed to wrestle out a groan from him at the shift of legs around his hips, and the motion was helped by the free noises that Richard made. Perhaps the pair of them were used to stifling themselves, and he made a mental note to not do that here and now. If he wanted Richard to be vulnerable with him, he'd would have to grudgingly do the same for this to work for them both.
He nuzzled the exposed throat before lifting his head up as he shifted his weight to allow him to brace on one forearm and not risk suffocating Richard under his weight to start. His fingers tangled in that dark hair, stroking through the locks as he peered into Richard's mismatched eyes with his own.
He moved his hand away from the younger man's breast to between their bodies so he could grasp his cock to guide himself up against Richard's opening. Foreheads back to rest together as he pressed himself inside, first with a little thrust to breach any resistance and then slower until he was seated completely. It was a dizzying heat and pleasure, wrangled an unbecoming half-moan, half-gasp out of him. It took a concerted effort to stamp down almost teenage-like eagerness to just have a go and fulfill his needs, and he instead reminded himself to give them both time to adjust.]
...you're not in pain?
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Richard shivers and shudders underneath of all the attention that his body is lavished with. The teeth scraping on the damaged skin feels a little jarring as there are a few blotches of more sensitive nerves among the otherwise numb surface. His body shakes and jerks a little in response whenever a teeth manages to find a more tender spot, sending a quick electric shocks along his body -- rousing the heat within his body right back up.
He lets out a shaky breath in anticipation when he feels the man above him shift, knowing very well what the other one was preparing for. The hand gently stroking through his dark hair invites Richard to peek underneath his closed lids and meet Silco's eyes. Wordlessly, he studies his companion's expression, trying to decipher the emotion reflected in them -- wanting to understand just what was going on in other man's head at the moment.
But then there is the blunt push and Richard takes sharp breath in as he braces himself for the impact. Well, it is fortunate that he still was wet and loose from the previous orgasm, making the process of penetration more smooth for both of them. His walls the against the force, pushing its way in. Only when the Silco's seated fully in does he dare to breath again, gasping for the air as he tries to adjust and get used to the sensation of being full. His legs tremble lightly around Silco's waist.]
Wha--, [Richard blinks at the question as it takes a moment for him to register the meaning behind it. There was pressure and a burn of stretch for sure? A small discomfort and pain. But weren't those given? And they were nothing that he couldn't handle. And honestly? Richard would prefer there to be more burn and pain, something so intense enough that it would fill every crook of his mind and body -- leaving him without room to think anything else. But he remembers Silco's promise from the earlier and does not dare to ask.]
No. [He breathes out, voice raspy and heavy. He lifts his hand to caress Silco's cheek, thumb brushing the mutilated skin. ] I am not.
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Of course, now that he was inside, his hand stroked up the length of Richard's side, pausing at the simple questioning noise. It was another indicator of someone who perhaps had not been put in a position to enjoy sex, or at least perhaps had a misconception of the fact it wasn't supposed to be painful if they were engaging correctly and making the proper preparations. He apparently had a lot to teach Richard, assuming they engaged like this more than one night.
Finally, his hand continued on its path up until it was back cupping Richard's left breast, lavishing attention on it. He pressed his face towards the thumb on his cheek] Good, it's not supposed to. If it does, just... pat my shoulder or tell me and we'll slow down and adjust.
[Just to make it clear that he wasn't interested in causing a bed partner pain in this way. Oh, he enjoyed some savagery between the sheets, but the point was to have pleasure. Not the point right now as they learned each other's likes and dislikes.
He leaned forward, hiking Richard's hips up just a tick and he once again rested their foreheads together so he could admire those mismatched eyes. He began to rock his hips in a gentle motion at first, then began to increase the withdrawal length and thrust speed, and that static of pleasure focused his attention on the chase towards orgasm. His hand played with Richard's nipple while the other continued to support his weight so it hovered close without being a constant suffocating pressure. He wanted to lay down and drive for their pleasure, but he'd wait for signs it would be welcomed first.]
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Ahhh, but then again. Silco was a man. Not monster. Not a demon, was he?
This night truly has been all about lifting the veil, revealing their own guarded secrets to one another as they lied their bodies bare. For Richard it had been the curse of his body, for Silco it was to show the man beneath the mask of monster. Of course, there still was vaults of secrets behind both of them, truths hidden in darkest pits of their soul. They weren't exactly coming clean here, but it sure was a step towards it.
Richard kept caressing Silco's cheek, fingers brushing over the fine and subtle cracks on the tight skin with the tip of his fingertips, the nails carefully digging into imprints. But when Silco begins to move, pushing and dragging Richard's body as he rocks their bodies back and forth on the mattress, he allows the hand to drop down to grasp on the man's forearm -- both for support and to ground himself.
It has been several months since he had been held this way by another man, so it's no wonder that there is some resistance in his body. So, the few first thrusts were accompanied with a brief sting. But it doesn't take long until he feels his body to ease to the movement, his insides spreading and taking shape around the cock continuously pressing into him. Richard is panting, legs trembling lightly around Silco's frame.
"Remember this pain." Those had been the words told him when he laid with a man for the first time. And Richard certainly did, but wore it like a badge of honor. A constant reminder of the souls coming together in forbidden union, seeking to challenge the God himself.. But that's not what he should be thinking, is it. And yet, he couldn't stop his feverish eyes wandering, as if he was trying to see something that wasn't there.
The constant attention showed to his chest actually proved out to be helpful with keeping him present in the moment, preventing him from escaping to the depths of his mind as the warm, intense pressure began to pool back into his guts. Whenever he found himself looking for similarities, or trying to focus on the differences to his other half Richard could feel a shock of electricity running through his spine as the clever fingers would pick and tease the tender nipple bud.]
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His motions remained slow until he had a sense of Richard relaxing, of hearing that panting begin without what he would interpret with pain. A calculated effort to increase chances that they may engage like this again in the future, assuming they both actually enjoyed it. After all, Richard could just lay there and it would not be particularly gratifying, and he knew just enough of the younger man's history to expect previous encounters to not be... pleasant.
Perhaps if he righted some of that wrong, they may find common pleasure and ground to have casual sex. Or not so casual; he honestly left all expectations with Richard at the door. He never knew what the younger man was going to pull out on any given encounter, and that was exciting. Even here, even now, Richard was full of surprises.
His hips withdrew further before thrusting back in, angling for that sweet spot that the female body possessed while slowly settling into where he could drop his belly down to rub against Richard's cock. His hips began to settle into a rolling thrust motion, and he was almost completely lost in the wash of sensation that infested his tired mind, providing the kind of soothing bliss he hadn't been able to capture in decades. He shook off the rust of time as almost animal instinct took over, though he remained mindful enough to remain present enough for signs he was hurting Richard.
He leaned his face down to add kisses to Richard's lips, nipping at the lower one even as he rested their foreheads together. His hand continued to explore and play with Richard's breast before he was moving his hand away to set his forearm into the mattress so he could shift his weight to that arm. It was done all to free up his other arm so he could lavish similar attentions on the neglected breast.]
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It had been intense and hot, like a sword cutting down all the barbs and thorny vines blocking Richard's path. He tried to pinpoint just where did Silco land on. But it was not pain, not agony or mind numbing bliss. It didn't strike him down just to built him back up again. Instead it was slow yet steady, strong and determined like a tidal wave gathering in the distance. It was different, for sure. But Richard guessed that's where the allure lied.
There was nothing at the stake, not really. No souls wagered, no promises or executioners axe ready to fall down on their necks. Instead it was just them, two desperate and broken people solace from one another in the darkness of the night, licking and kissing each other's wounds. That was something Richard could live with. Gladly so.]
-- H-ha! [An unguarded groan bursted out of Richard's chest, transforming it to a sound reminiscing a choked cry, as he felt the blunt thrust against a spot where a bundle of nerves were residing. His body reacted without thinking and Richard found himself from bucking his own hips to meet Silco's, aiming for a repeated hit all while clenching his walls around the cock inside him.
It was becoming too much. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering his body and he felt like every part of him was pinned under relentless attention. Richard hadn't even noticed that the blood had started to gather back to his lower region, making both of his bits throb and swell, until Silco pressed his own body against him to provide more friction. The assault of pleasuring senaatin was overwhelming, making it little difficult for Richard to focus on the mouth on his. He tried to answer to the kisses, but his endeavors only resulted in awkward mess. But that was fine. What mattered was that he had his lips on Silco and that he could taste the man.]
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By the point of having scarified skin and an eye few enjoyed looking at, he had moved on to plot his revenge and gather resources to take back the Undercity for the fight of its life. Sex was something people did to escape, but he never forgot what it was to be held nor the discomfort of first times or the pleasure of the stupid things the young did to feel good.
At this point, his thoughts were like molasses in his head, following instinct more than a convinced knowledge of anything. He had fallen into a rhythm of motion, using the noises that Richard made to source out where that pleasure was best so he could repeat the noise and the pleasure he hopefully generated to create it in the first place. He wanted to overwhelm, to let them both escape the torment of guarded lives, to come undone together even if it was for a fleeting few seconds and then back to guarding against the world.
He responded to the younger man's body, feeling the pressure around his cock and shuddering in response each time. He jammed his knees harder into the mattress to keep purchase of his position even if he slowly but surely began to sag so he was covering Richard's body with his own. His hand had to move to cup the side of Richard's head so he could feel those breasts against his chest, and he went from reminding himself to make noise to naturally groaning and sighing.
Pleasure was hot and welcoming, something to chase down but also wrapped his mind and body in a sense of being accepted. That was an odd sensation. Two monsters just enjoying each other; he didn't dare put stock in the idea they would find each other this way again.
His thrusting began to lose some of its rhythm as his pleasure built, and it suited the mess of kisses that they barely managed. His mouth found skin and that seemed good enough. He added more pressure to the cock trapped between them, remembering what that was like and providing whatever rising pleasure he could. At this point, he wanted to orgasm and there was a desperate edge to striving for that, like at any moment Richard might tap his shoulder or tell him to stop and he'd have to abide only to be left isolated and frustrated all over again. He wanted to prove to them both this was a worthwhile show of vulnerabilities.]
...close... [It was a partially nonsensical word, just a gasp of warning or maybe plea to let this come to its natural conclusion.]
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And even more than that Silco had been able to see past his own defenses and guards, past the lump of flesh that was his body and saw Richard. He had called him beautiful. And those mattered more to him than a beautiful face blessed with light. After all, there was comfort in coming together in darkness like this. God had forsaken them, leaving the two monsters celebrating in the ceremony of sin.
Richard gasped for air in between the wet kisses, voice strained with lust and desire to be consume and be consumed. Faintly, he is aware that Silco was speaking to him but he could not make out of the sounds enough to understand it. So focused he was in his own pleasure that had again spread all over his body, making his legs and hips twitch and spasm under the overwhelming warm pressure. Richard slid his hands up along Silco's arms to wrap them around the man's neck and shoulder, blunt nails clawing on the skin on his back as he tried to match the rhythm set by the other one with his own movements. It's clumsy and hardly perfect. But that is fine -- neither were they as they were lost in the heat of one's touch.]
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Perhaps Richard was the same. Perhaps not. They had found each other, and even for a fleeting moment of weakness between them, they had showed a little of their hands to one another. Did he expect this to last? Of course not. A night, a few days, maybe a few weeks and Richard would walk away. Curiosity would give way as it always did.
For now though, he would indulge. He rode the younger man harder yet had enough sense and experience to keep his belly low to stroke Richard's cock with each thrust of his body. His head bowed until he could press his face into Richard's smooth column of neck, breathing in little puffs from between his teeth as he felt and groaned with those fingers gripping the back of his neck, the bite of nails bright points of pain that shot down his spine and settled in the pooling warmth of his belly.
His thrusting became almost animalistic in nature at the end, losing a set rhythm and his one free hand dropped down to grip the back of one of Richard's thighs, his own nails digging it as he hiked the appendage up to change the angle of his thrusting as he aimed for that bundle of nerves inside Richard. Within another minute, his shoulders tightened as he found the edge of the proverbial cliff and fell right off as he came inside the younger man with a hissing groan of pleasure.]
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No. Richard bites down on his lower lip, chasing away any horrors of the past and the icy spear of rejection aiming at his heart. He should not think of that. Not now that he was finally warm again, feeling a breath against his lips as he as claimed by another body. Accepted and held as if it was the most natural thing to do. Right. Nothing else mattered at the moment but the pleasure running through his veins, sparking fire and electricity all around his muscles.]
Silco.. [Richard moans the man's name as he responds to the man's movements, stretching his neck to the side, bucking his hips up and rocking his body under the man, seeking for more friction. More of the overwhelming bliss that threatened to implode him any moment now.
There's a sharp yelp of surprise when he felt the sensitive spot inside him struck again, making his knees bent around Silco's body and his grip on the man's back tighten -- holding him as if his life depended on it. And in a way, it sure did feel like it.
A small puddle of precome and sweat had already pooled on top of his lower abdomen, along with the slick wetness having increased between his legs. Between their labored breathing, grasps for air and suffocated moans and occasional bed creaking, Richard can hear the almost obscene wet slap as the flesh pounded against the flesh. All of the sounds joining each other in the orchestra of lust made Richard feel a bit dizzy in the head, almost drunk with desire as his body kept yearning for more.
Richard does take a notice of the change of Silco's pace, feeling how his thrust became more eccentric and heavy. Then he could feel the tightening of muscles beneath his fingertips. Of course he knew what it all meant and what would come next, but still the sudden burst of hot liquid managed to catch him off-guard.]
A-ah! [Richard groaned as the warmth filled him, bucking his hips down while also clamming his trembling muscles around the spent cock inside.]
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He shuddered and groaned Richard's name against the younger man's neck as he felt those walls tighten around his cock as he released himself. His brain was entirely on autopilot, providing a vulnerability no one alive and certainly no one here had ever seen before as he breathed hard against Richard's sweaty neck. His hips provided little jumpy grinding thrusts as he rode the orgasm to its full tenure.
Yet, he shifted just enough get a hand between them to grasp Richard's cock and stroke the other through the experience as well. He lifted his face from Richard's neck so he could lean in to capture the younger man's mouth in an awkward kiss; he generally was not one to initiate so doing so was something he might have to remind himself how to do, especially outside of the heat of intimacy.
Let them both enjoy this as who knew what the morning might bring.]
You're beautiful... [He whispered such against Richard's lips, as if he were sharing a secret. Because the younger man was attractive to him.]
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Richard's body spasmed on all of it's own, seeking for the release that was dangling right in front of him. It knew what it wanted and was ready to reach for it without any shame. It is the moment like these when Richard felt like he was in the brink of the death, only to be reborn from the ashes of the husk left behind by the old him.
The feverish lips against his neck, repeating his name like a prayer and hand returning to stroke him while he still was being filled to the brink were almost too much for him. He peeked beneath wet bangs, sticking to his forehead, and he could swear he saw the room spin a bit. But the threatening trees with their threatening claws stayed away. No, this was wholly different kind of madness.
But it was lips returning against his own, demanding and controlling his attention that truly did him in. As the praise was whispered Richard could feel his throat tighten uncomfortably and stinging sensation burning his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly shut, bringing his injured hand to cover his face. And then with a stifled sound, one reminding a held back sob, he couldn't hold it together, spilling for the second time during the night.
It seems like tonight he was finishing with a whimper, not a bang.]
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Besides, the way that Richard responded kept him focused, and as he pumped that cock in his hand, he didn't believe it would take long for a completion. His prediction on that front was true, though the way that Richard covered his face this time sent a brief ripple of concern before he heard that sound and warmth coating his hand again as the younger man came, making a mess of them both. Job well done then?
As he softened, he allowed his breath and heart rate to slow to something normal. The crushing weight of pain from his feet and exhaustion wrapped him up, and he thought he could collapse right there on top of Richard and sleep. The thought that rejection was on the horizon, and he'd be sleeping on the floor or worse. So, he pre-emptively eased his weight off of Richard and sat up on the bedding. He reached over with his clean hand to caress dark hair back from covering the younger man's eyes.]
I'll get us cleaned up, alright?
[It might give them a few seconds to compose themselves and consider the ramifications of what they had done. He thought it would give Richard opportunity to consider where to put him for the night as well. Though, he instantly regretted easing from bed to his feet and nearly fell over. He would not humiliate himself any more tonight if he could help it.
So, he tottered off, grabbing some linen - even if it was simply Richard's shirt - to bring back to the bed where he could gently clean the mess of their activities off of their bodies.]
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However, his awareness is dragged back by a touch of fingers brushing through his damp hair. He hears the voice but it takes a moment before he can decipher the meaning of the words. Richard blinks twice or so in confusion, lips parting to let out a rather undignified "huh"-sound. Then he feels the mattress shift beneath of him as Silco pulls away and suddenly Richard's fully back, remembering where he is.
He prompts himself up with his elbows and watches the man struggle a bit. While he's far from being in any better condition, considering how sore his own limbs just felt, but there was something almost endearing to see the other one swaying lightly on his feet.]
The fire. [he suddenly remembers as Silco returns, unbothered by having his cloth being repurposed.] We need to add more wood to the fire.
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Of course we do. How many logs should be added? We don't... use fire like that where I'm from.
[He still made a point and tossing the repurposed shirt onto Richard as he slowly turned and had to hobble away from the bed towards the hearth. He hoped it didn't look as bad as it felt - it did - and he had to kneel to avoid collapsing as he stocked logs into the fiery stone maw. He wasn't cold any longer, but he didn't deny it was nice to feel such raging heat against his bare skin.]
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However, his eyes do land on the blanket that he had offered the man earlier lying on the floor near the fireplace. Pushing past any fatigue or weariness, Richard quickly slid off the bed and made his way to pick up the said blanket, pull it over himself to cover his frame.]
Allow me. [He said, moving next to Silco and place one hand on top of his forearm.] You can't add too many nor too few. Otherwise the fire will not be able to hold its form. You'll have to know how to read the flames. [And with that he adds one more log amongs the red flames, setting it on the side rather than piling it on top of the rest of the wood.]
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He shook his head, expecting it was something to do with old habits or something similar. He didn't take offense as Richard came to join him by the fire, and he instead took the opportunity to lean their shoulders together as he learned how to stock a hearth. It was different from the mines and smelting processes after all, but he was willing to learn.]
A skill I'm not proficient at. [He said it without shame.] For sleeping arrangements, would you prefer I remain on the floor, or would you be willing to share the bed? [His eye was already drooping now that the post-coital bliss had loosened his muscles.]
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It is an useful skill. One that may as well one day safe your life. [Even though Richard had learned by now not to expect there to be much similarities between their worlds, but it still baffled him to some decree to find out how... lacking some of the people here were with the basic knowledge. How to create a fire and nurture it was something that everyone ought to know, be they peasant or high born. Unless they were particularly sheltered. Even his own son, as meek and gentle he was, would eventually learn it, Richard's sure.
If Silco had been confused by Richard's earlier moments of fear and seeking out the pain, now it was Richard's turn to be taken aback by such a question. Did he really think he was going to send him away now? In a moment like this, after all that they just went though? Richard can feel his chest tightening, feeling a more heavy at the question presented him. Guess he wasn't the only one who feared rejection.
Richard slid his fingers along Silco's forearm, dragging them down until he could wrap them around the man's hand. He then, pulled it closer as he watched the man with soft eyes.]
Come.
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[It was why Silco could see so well in the dark, and he could see the benefit of stocking a fire properly. Did he use fire in his own home? No. It was not something he gravitated to, but it was interesting to see that Richard used it as the main source of heating for this place. If they were see each other again in the cabin, he expected he was going to learn a lot about building fires like this. As Richard said, it might be useful if he was trapped out in the woods someday, which sounded rather awful in his books.
He noted the look on Richard's face to his seemingly innocent question, but he wasn't going to assume anything. Many people had sex and walked away from each other; sleeping next to someone was very intimate in his mind as it showed an ultimate vulnerability. Sleep was when everything could go wrong. Besides, sleeping in an actual bed was not something he did often, preferring to sleep sitting up in a chair to come awake faster and primed to defend himself.
His eyes dropped do the fingers stroking his bare forearm until their hands came together. He tightened his fingers in response and nodded his head. He used his free hand to set to the floor so he could get to his damaged feet, wavering a moment before he turned to Richard.]
A moment?
[His free hand reached out to shift the blanket that Richard had currently draped over himself so he could expose some of the younger man's body again. His mismatched eyes observed the exposed skin, and he nodded his head.]
Your body is your own, and you only have to hide it from me if you truly want to. [He took a step forward to bring their bodies close together.] I enjoyed your defiance as you revealed it to me. Defy, Richard.
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But this hadn't been like that. At least not to Richard. He would not turn the man around and show him the door just because the deed was done, like one would do with a prostitute. While Richard wasn't foolish enough to lean into illusion that they had reached something big and world altering feeling of love or any other ridiculous bullcrap like that. But there had been something -- a bond of trust as they came together by finding unity in their own scars. Both emotional and physical.
And then there was the more selfish side of him. As Richard knew that there was no way he could return to that bed all alone. Not now that after he had been held and shown the warmth of another body.
Richard gets up from the floor along with Silco, holding his hand on his own. Once they're back up in their feet Richard is about to turn around and lead them back to bed but is stopped by the hand gently pulling on the blanket draping over his shoulders. His eyes widen at the words, a distressed shock washing over his features before settling in something that could be described as raw. Vulnerability, hope, earning. His lips part as he tries to get a word out but it feels there's a weight on his chest holding him back.
Such unsightly, disgusting body.
To wit, an indigested and deformed lump./i>
Richard tips his head forward, leaning his forehead on Silco's shoulder and whispers out a shy request.] Then touch it more.
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