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[All the reassuring concern displayed towards him is something that he hadn't seen coming. It disarms Richard, leaving him feel nearly dumbstruck as he lies below Silco, pinned down between a body and mattress. Granted, it wasn't like he had entertained any thoughts of sexual nature when it came to them. There had been a few instances when the yearning for companion of a kindred spirit had stirred in his soul but that's that. But even so. If Richard had had any expectations to how this encounter would go about this wasn't it. If asked before he would not have assumed such gentleness and care to be performed by a self-proclaimed monster.

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.]

[Silco bowed his face towards those exploring fingers, able to feel each caress into the deep lines that marred his features. The dark mottled scarring wasn't as bad further down his cheek, which meant the nerve endings were mostly intact. Closer to his mutilated eye and the sensations were mostly pressure and some difference in temperature between the numbed areas. He generally didn't care to be touched, but that was a result of deep internal scars so allowing Richard to do so reminded him of the subtleties of his nerve damage. He was lucky to still be able to see and have his flesh remain generally intact after all these years.

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.]

[Well, to be fair. Excluding his prior experiences only painful or otherwise negative ones would be doing great disservice to his Kingmaker. There had been pain, yes, but also lot of different feelings and sensations. There had been agony, as Buckingham had called it. Sweet agony that made his entire soul ache in a strange despair, making him yearn for more as the pain twisted and turned, taking a new form in the shape of pleasure. In those moments Richard could have sworn that he understood what it meant to be loved.

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.]

[His own partnership where emotions were involved as a long time ago, and Silco spent a decade after it ended seeking to burn the other down. He needed to topple that figure to take control, and there had been pleasure in it as much as it had reopened old emotions. He wanted to see what Vander was made of. After that, intimacy was a matter of business or personal learning opportunities. After all, it wasn't as if people in the Undercity were lining up to cuddle with someone where half of their face was a mess of pustules and sloughing skin.

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.]

[The thing is, if someone were to ask whether Richard thought to be attractive he'd have to answer negatively. There weren't many physical qualities in the man that would inspire admiration or attraction. He wasn't a beautiful man of the legends that he and his brothers' were told by the wet nurse in their childhood. But it hadn't been the handsome face that had drawn Richard close, quite the opposite. It was the mark of darkness in his face that the man wore like a badge of honor, without trying to cover up his deformity that had caught Richard's attention. It had been one of those moments where a soul recognizes a kindred spirit in another.

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.]

[Being no one's choice was the expectation, and he leaned into it. If he was to be the monster that the Undercity and even Aldrip needed him to be, he would wear it with pride and throw it in the faces of those that considered him little more than an old human or powerless or untrustworthy. He would show them. He would show them all that he was completely capable here or anywhere. He was not ashamed of who he was or what he could and would do.

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.]

[There was something sad to how they both seemed to held such low expectations for themselves, coated in a thick layer of self-loath. Richard, too, wouldn't be least surprised if Silco were to all of sudden change his mind, jump back in disgust and declare Richard a demon. After all, Henry had done so too--

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.]

[He had always expressed such a moment - especially after a long time between - as simutaneously being struck by lightning and have fireworks in one's mind. With those he paid, it was fine but nothing quite like this where the bone deep exhaustion was chased away, and there was nothing beyond this person, this place and this moment. It was stupid to think that way, but in the moment, he indulged to the fullest.

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.]

[Sex had always more or less walked the fine line between pain and pleasure to Richard. Damnation and salvation, death and rebirth. Buckingham had always known how to pick him apart, melt the hard and cold exterior, cutting down the suffocating thorns. All so that what lied underneath the layers of self-doubt, hatred and resignation could be free. And while it was truly unfair to all parties to compare the two men to each other, but there was no denying that there was something similar. Both Buckingham and Silco were able to disarm him fully, make his body bend along theirs while dragging something deep and hidden out from within him.

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.]

[In his experience, one way to lose future opportunities was being selfish between the sheets. That was a lesson taught early in life given his exposures to the often open sexual exploits of others. Perhaps for some that was an acceptable habit, but his opportunities were so few and far between these days that he was instinctively calculating how to increase his percentages for this occurring again when both himself and possibly Richard were in better states of mind. It was also a waste to work this hard and not have a bed partner finish regardless of how tired he was.

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.]

[The sheer force of the orgasm crashing on him is enough to make Richard forget himself for a moment and lose the track of his own body. He allows his hand fall back on the mattress from his face, mismatched eyes blinking open, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing. His body runs with an autopilot on, catching the breath and pulse slowly returning back normal from the heights it had reached just a mere seconds ago.

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.

[He returned to the bed, wiping off the moisture residue from their sex and then he could only provide a withering look at the mention of the fire. He turned his head to regard the hearth, and the distance seemed almost insurmountable with the pain cramping his calves at this point. It was barely two steps further than he had gone previously, but that was beyond the point now. However, Richard was right that it required more wood to last until morning.]

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.]

[Unfortunately for Silco, it is exactly as painful to look at as it must be feeling. Enough to make Richard move on the bed. He tosses his shaky legs over the edge and stops to hesitate for a quick moment. It did feel weird for him to get up and go after Silco in his current state, without having any fabric to protect him, despite what they had just gone through together. Richard had dared Silco to look at him just a few moments ago, making the man accomplice in his secret. But now that boldness was gone and what was left was uncertainty and loathing for his own appearance.

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.]

[If he noticed Richard's hesitation to rise from the bed in the nude, he didn't show it. Silco was, of course, confident in his own nudity, especially when it came to someone who had earned some of his trust. He turned his head when Richard did rise, too tired to fight the quizzical expression on his face when the blanket was picked up and draped over the body he had just laid with.

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.]

[There is a quick tension in his shoulders when Silco seeks contact with him again. But the moment passes in a blink of an eye and Richard finds himself relaxing against the man, a small smile forming on his lips as he tended to fire.]

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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Perhaps. Forests are common in the sister city to mine, but not my city. We live underground.

[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.

[It wasn't that Richard was unfamiliar with the concept of quick sex, one that would end in both parties leaving their separate ways. He had seen it happen plenty in the camps where soldiers would spent all their leftover energy and highs from the battles on women they could find. Edward surely had partaken in such activity more than once, carelessly leaving his legacy vulnerable.

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.

[This was not the intimacy that he engaged it when he actually enjoyed someone's company. It had been a long time, and he hadn't known what he had been thinking would happen when he had decided to follow the boar here, but this hadn't topped his list at all. It was the most pleasant of surprises, and he had yet to regret that decision. Perhaps in the morning.

It had been a long time since he had slept in a bed, even longer with another person. Once they made it there, would it be best to remain apart or come together to be close?

He tilted his head at the look of shock on Richard's face, and he stepped in to close the distance between them. His hand lifted to cup the back of the younger man's head as that forehead rested against his shoulder, and his other hand released the grip that it had on Richard's so he could curl his arm around the younger man's waist.]

As you request. Let's get into bed before I can't walk there. [He moved to direct them both towards the bed, feet aching and moving as if he were walking on hot coals.]

[Richard stays there, face buried in the crook of Silco's neck as he leans himself against the taller body, accepting and welcoming the embrace. Maybe, just maybe, he could leave his demons behind and be freed from the self-hatred that kept poisoning his body and mind.

There was no light to be found here. But that didn't bother Richard. He had found someone like him, seeking for the comfort within darkness. And that is more than enough for now.

A quiet chuckle leaves from him when Silco reminds them of his state. The man must be exhausted and yet still found strength to hold him.]

Shall I be the one to carry you, this time. [He says as he withdraws away from the embrace, looking slightly apologetic that he's kept the man up despite his clear fatigue and pained state.

Richard follows Silco back to the bedroom area. And as if in reverse to their previous actions, he waits for the other to settle down first before joining him and climbing on top of his body, the blanket sliding off him and pooling down around their legs.

[Perhaps in their darkness they had found a kindred spirit. It was too much to ask honestly; even in Zaun, his methods and ideas had chased away the only person who had seemed like they might want him. It became a constant to avoid that kind of engagement, and yet here he was with Richard doing exactly that after decades of avoidance.]

I will take a raincheck on the carrying this time. Perhaps in the future?

[He made his way to the bedroom and gratefully eased down onto the mattress, stretching out on his back. He felt the mattress dip with Richard's weight a moment later, yet he briefly startled when the younger man climbed on top of him. So much for asking about how Richard liked to sleep then. Close it was.

He peered up at the younger man, and he didn't hesitate to slide both of his hands up Richard's front, lightly pinching nipples teasingly. Some of his exhaustion faded with the sight, even as his hands slid back down until he could reach around to grasp Richard's ass.]

You don't have the look of a man ready to sleep....

[Richard climbs up on top of Silco with an ease and graceful movement, intending to keep their bodies as bound and connected. It's as if he was afraid that the magic of the moment would disappear immediately if they were to let go and allow distance to swarm between them. It is the ancient memory of the abandonment, of a hand letting go of his, that keeps lurking in the back of his mind.

But the fear is once again, thwarted by a soothing hand sliding down his chest. The brief pinch on his nipples makes Richard inhale sharply and close his eyes, leaning into those fingers as he sits up to properly straddle on top of the older man's lap.

He reaches his own hand forward, the slender fingers returning to circle around the round scars on his chest.]

Tell me about these.

[When it was apparent that Richard was going to remain seated and perched on top of him, Silco stretched out his legs and shifted his upper body to nestle into the mattress comfortably. He wasn't certain if the intention was for this to return to another round of intimacy, and he wasn't yet willing to ask outright either. It was clear that they were both feeling out the situation for themselves, the newness of the change of their situation palpable.

His eyes dropped to follow Richard's fingers, and he knew without actually having to see which scars the younger man was referring to. It sent a shiver through him at both memory and contact with them.]

Those are gunshot wounds. I suffered them both before arriving here. Do you have firearms where you're from?

[The fingers keep curiously gracing over the scar tissue, mapping the area and committing it to memory. Richard had been introduced to the concept of firearms upon his arrival to this world. It seemed like most of the people in Aldrip favored the weird new weapon over sword or a hatchet.]

No. We do not. [He answers, voice idle and eyes focused as he presses his palm flat on top of the other's chest, fingers spread wide. Richard then moves his hand down along the rib cage, curiously adding a little pressure as if to see whether he could feel the bones underneath the skin. The hand slides down to Silco's stomach, trailing to his navel.

There's a pang of jealousy in Richard's mind as he keeps exploring the body positioned under him. Silco might not be broad shouldered nor posses the muscles of steel, but still, despite all the imperfections, it was still firm and strong. Clearly a male -- something that could perhaps endure the light of the day.

Richard leans forward, his back arching into a crescent shape , as he bends over to press his lips on Silco's chest, kissing the scars.]

[He had most sensation with the scar and surrounding area, and it did remain tender if too much pressure was applied. He expected it had more to do with the bone damage that he had suffered as the result of the bullets tearing through him, but it didn't matter anymore. They had healed enough to be little more than a reminder of how he had died.]

My city can't afford firearms, but my daughter has a leaning towards them. I'm functional with them, but it might be worthwhile for you to learn about their usage. [Perhaps in that seemingly nonchalant explanation the reason for his death could be ascertained.] Your preferred weapon is the sword or the bow?

[His hands slide back around to stroke Richard's thighs, up and down, up and down slowly. He enjoyed the attention to his chest, realizing it had been a long time since he'd had any manner of aftermath to intimacy before Richard. There was something to be stated about the simplicity and trust of such touch, the feel of those warm hands with their worn callouses against his skin.

Yet, he wasn't so relaxed as to not note the look in Richard's eye. His blue eye fluttered closed as Richard leaned over to kiss his scarring.]

You hate your body that much, hmm?

[He knew he wasn't the wide, solid, robust specimen of male. Most in the Undercity were not, usually for nutritional reasons, but he had achieved a healthy six-feet in height and had defined male features. He had that benefit, but he rather liked looking at Richard's seemingly mismatched body. There was always something to investigate about it.]

Sword. [While it was generally mandatory for a knight to master both of the weapons it was swordmanship that more often than not what they consider a true proof of ones skills. It's more versatile and intimate weapon, not to mention more practical. Richard himself also preferred the blade over arrows, as it forced him right into midst of the battle, allowing him to feel every death he brings up and close.

Richard keeps pressing kisses around the scarred around, varying between chaste pecks and more intense and open mouthed. He's just about to move lower and follow the previous path set by his fingertips. But when Silco speaks again he stops, muscles tensing up again.

Yes. He absolutely loathes his body, and honestly couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't feel anger and resentment towards themselves if they were like him. Never truly able to join others in the light, always treading the lonely paths in the dark. He wondered whether Silco was same as him. Maybe the man was pushed by similar demons that ate through his mind, trying to carve the power and light for himself. ]

As do you. [He whispers against the skin, a small defeated sadness creeping to his voice. Richard then shifts again, straightening his legs and lifting himself up enough that he can lean his forehead against Silco's shoulder.] Touch me more.

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