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[Unfortunately, pushing was his natural inclination, especially when he thought that it might pry loose a few extra words from Richard. He also expected that Richard might pull away from him, hence why he remained so close physically where it would be obvious to the both of them the retreat. His curiosity warred with his just as damning self-sabotage, aware that pushing could be the last straw eventually.]

Only me? [He repeated that to confirm to himself what he had just heard. It was followed by a seemingly strange tightening in his chest, and his hand moved from the side to the back of Richard's neck to rest there.] Two monsters lurking in the safety of the dark together, it seems. I value your trust.

[He lifted his forehead away at the question; it was very, very personal. What sort of traps awaited him when he closed his eye, hmm? While he had meant it broadly, he was aware of some of his mental pitfalls, yet others remained lurking in the dark undermining him now and again.]

I expect the same as everyone in that there are mental twisting to erode confidence. [Again broad, but he knew that wasn't good enough, not here in the privacy when if he was to expect trust and honesty, he had to give it first to showcase his own vulnerabilities.] When you go silent, I expect you're on the verge of ending this. Perhaps... if I push you hard enough, the expectations that I don't deserve whatever this is comes true as it has over and over in the past.

[It had never been in Richard's mind enter to a relationship like this one, or to find someone who he could extend his trust on this level. And yet, here they were. There were others that Richard held close to his heart, such as Charles for an example. But Silco continued to stand as the only one who Richard felt like he could, perhaps, place his trust and form an alliance of sorts.

Richard closed his eyes when the fingers slid behind the back of his neck. He inhales deep through his nostrils, breathing in the scent of the other man. Then, lets the air out between his lips, shoulders slugging forward a bit. It's only when Silco moves again when he opens his eyes, confusion mixed in with together soft fondness reflected in his gaze.

Was he truly afraid of losing him?]

We made a pact, Silco. [He reassures, his own fingers reaching up to brush against the darkened skin on his face.] You have done nothing to betray my trust. Until then, I have no reason to break this.

[What was the saying? Love found someone when they were least looking for it. Something like that. Of course, this wasn't love. Silco bucked against the very notion that he could receive or feel such a strong emotion for anyone other than Jinx. Certainly, he enjoyed Richard's company and all the interesting facets of it, and he would expend emotion both as it went on and should it fail (which he knew they both had to expect being cynics). As much as Jinx accused him of being goo-goo over Richard, he resented the accusation. Why? He wasn't willing to unpack that.

So he instead turned his attention to the quiet moment that they were prone to have. After the anxiety of knowing he could lose everything again, he was calmed to be here, calmed in this escape from beyond the walls of Richard's house. The tips of his fingers lightly massaged the back of Richard's neck and at those shoulders moving forward, he gently moved to use his hold to tug Richard up against him. For the first time in awhile, he had a minor regret having his clothing on.

He hummed in the back of his throat at the assurance, leaning his face into that touch.] You asked what my traps are, and I've told you. The mind isn't particularly reasonable on many matters. After all, I assume you have other options. [And there was that looming long-cast shadow of the biggest betrayal he had endured by the person he had once considered himself closest to.]

[Love was nothing but a double-edged sword, that sought to destroy its wielder. A venomous snake hiding the unassuming in the shadows of the garden. Richard had experienced that once and made a firm oath to himself that he would never again fall prey to such madness of a mind. Richard had killed that part of himself all those years ago along with Henry. And despite of the soft, comforting words of his kingmaker, he wasn't foolish enough to try and look for love from a place where it didn't exist. No matter how much Joan mocked him and tried to lead him stray from his conviction.

Same applied to Silco. They might have come together as kindred spirits, seeking comfort and companionship in this strange land. But love it was not.

The fabric of his lover's clothing pressed against his body, a faint sense of irritation blending in together with the softness. Richard disliked it too. Feeling of a barrier guarding the heat of the body that alone could melt the ice on his soul.]

Other options don't matter. [He says, voice gaining strength and confidence as he speaks. There weren't other options, of course, no one else but Silco could look at his deformity and curse and not find it all disgusting. And if there somehow were others? It would make no difference. This is what he chose.] The demons of one's mind often find a way sneak in and lure us astray from our path of reason and conviction. Next time you fear falling into such trap abandon it and place your faith in what you know is true. Place your faith in me, Silco.

[Love was the downfall of innovation and personal drive. Hindsight was a terrible mistress, especially as he realized too late his empire had begun to fall not because the sister had returned to the Lanes but because he finally found someone he wasn't willing to sacrifice for his lifelong personal cause. In the end, it had destroyed him too, as it had the first time he had ever experienced the emotion. It was a poison causing wide-spread damage.

It was better for them both that they simply enjoyed the warmth and calm of this pact of theirs. Sex, trust, and confiding in one another. It was as simple as that. He ignored the fact that they had made a pact, that they continually shared more and more to one another, or any other of the ten thousand little acts and thoughts that were twisted up in this 'simple' dalliance.

He raised his natural eyebrow, not expecting Richard to understand the weight of the statement. His fingers massaged down between Richard's bare shoulders.] Place my faith in our pact then. And your assurances. [In you.] I hope that you feel that you can do the same to me.

[The choice of his words weren't completely accidental. They were very similar to those that he spoke to the other lords when seducing them to support him. Just like back then, even now he was trying to reassure his lover to trust in him - look for support and comfort from him. The same way Silco did to Richard so many times.]

I already do. [And then, to solidify his words, Richard craned his head up and pulled Silco closer, sealing their lips into a kiss. It's not particularly deep or passionate kiss, but not a chaste nor shy either. It carried the heavy meaning of a promise, like a silent oath that was being shared. He slowly, pulls away while keeping their eye contact. Well, since Silco had offered a view to his own mind and what tormented him there he ought to return the favor. ]

There is a deep, burning anger inside me. [Richard's voice is silent, almost like a whisper. As if he was revealing a secret.] I can see how people look at me here. The way how they scoff and laugh at me, shake their heads as if I don't know any better. Like I'm wrong. [He had endured those kinds of looks and comments from the people in his own world too. The way they would whisper behind his back and look his small body in ridicule. Richard had trained and fought hard, learned their ways to redirect any doubts away from himself.] The anger eats me. I want to cut down a lot of them, slaughter them and set the damned city on fire.

[Silco was partially immune to such seduction; he was not easily lured into following a cause that was not his own. People were manipulative and selfish, himself included, but he did wish to believe that what he and Richard had would remain intact due to their committed loyalty to each other. And it seemed, at least verbally, that they were restated their will to lean into this.

They had survived the reset. That he had woken up here and not one of his many offices was a matter he had yet to ponder. It was probably some sign.

He sighed against Richard's lips as they were brought together, his fingers splaying across the middle of Richard's bare shoulders as he held the younger man closer to him during their embrace. He responded in kind, letting his lover take the lead on the embrace. He remained close even as their lips parted, returning to resting their foreheads together.

He listened, barely able to hear the first whispered statement. He believed it, of course. He had seen a small showcase of Richard's rage against the Chem-Barons. He listened intently to the description, and he could imagine it vividly with Richard's odd mannerisms, archaic opinions on women and marriage and bloodlines. He trailed his fingers over the scarred flesh of Richard's shoulder, humming softly.] You could take up your blade and murder them all, it's true. I expect releasing that rage would feel good and freeing for a time, but the aftermath will label you a pariah in the Chosen. I would support you if that was the path you wished to walk. [His voice dropped to a secretive whisper.] Prove them wrong. Show them your strengths, step on their throats and squeeze them into submission. Learn what you can, ignore their little snickers and looks at your back. They will shackle you with their unwanted opinions, but I think you have it in you to force them to respect you.

[Richard has carried the flames on anger within him for his entire life. But he had learned very early on not to give into his blind rage, no matter how much his heart yearned for the blood. He could still vividly remember the frustration and maddening hate he had felt as a young child. The never ending hatred towards the world that had taken his light away from him -- and towards the man who had killed his father. But he had learned that there was time and place for such violence. If you were going to kill a king you must be smart about it.

And he knew that unleashing his relentless rage on the fellow Chosen he would only be digging his own grave. They would all come back and no doubt cast their own judgement on him. So, he listened to his lover's words, knowing them to be true. The phantom touch of the fingertips traveling along his bare skin sending a light shivers down his spine. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to blend in, learning the language and custom of these people, expanding his understanding and trying to grow sympathetic towards them. But it was an uphill and Richard knew it.

But there was one remark in Silco's words that stood out among his words, resonating with him.]

Would you truly stand behind me even if the fire I set would eventually spread and reach your own doorstep? [A scenario that Richard believed would come true sooner or later, no matter their words of reassurance and loyalty. Would two monsters truly be able to learn co-exist like this? Well. Time will tell, he supposes.] Or would you continue break those shackles that others try to tie me with?

[There was nothing to be ashamed of to have such rage, the sting of betrayal and ridicule festering. He knew it had to be used smart, especially in a place like this where one could not simply unleash brutality to instill fear and respect from it. The Chosen were a different and often powerful lot, so cunning and manipulation would be the keys to success here. He disliked most of them, but he also knew he had to own parts of their lives to have control of them even a little.

Richard was in the same boat as he. Neither of them had fantastical powers or absolute strength. But they had experience and that was a power in and of itself. Even if it wasn't true from outside perspective, Silco knew what it was like to be less than, to be a peasant or a slave or someone whose life was a number on a page.

He pulled his face back at the question, raising his only natural eyebrow. Was it so hard to believe?] I would, and I would keep those flames away by whatever means necessary and spread them in the direction you desired. [He reached up and stroked his fingers through Richard's hair, tucking some behind the younger man's ear.] I would break your shackles too. You need something to build a foundation on to stand atop your naysayers. For me, it is business. You have to have something someone needs; they don't need a king unless you convince them it is in their best interests. Have you thought of having a business? You hunt and sell meat, hide and bones, but I think you would benefit from something more that showcases your skills.

[Every man has anger and rage within them. It was essential part of their core. It was all about how one could control and direct the darkness bubbling within. After all, there was only a fine line separating people from men and monsters. Just single wrong move and one will slip from path of nobility to madness. Richard knew very well, which one he was. The flames of hatred born from anguish and humiliation that were constantly burning his soul could not be quelled by the tears, but by blood.

It was that fire that made Richard strong, unyielding and cruel -- pushing him forward. It guided him to learn and mask himself as he moved in the shadows, pretending to be something that he is not. And it would be that same anger that would motivate him to adapt and adjust in this world as well.

Silco's words slip so easily past his tongue, like a smooth velvet hiding thorns beneath them. His pupils dilate as he feels very familiar kind of temptation pull his heart. Richard can't help but wonder if it truly was just a coincidence that both of his lovers had so much in common.]

You would see me managing one of your restaurants then? Would that be more appropriate to someone like me in your eyes?

[There was a steel in Richard that he found fascinating. Underneath those moments on insecurity and silence, there was a confidence that came out to play when Richard was in his element. He had watched the younger man move with a smoothness on that training field. People deferred for the most port to the expertise and the event itself, engaging and looking for direction.

It was the same when Richard was hunting or training. All that confidence straightening that slim but muscled frame. It had begun to blossom little by little the more that they spent time in his presence absorbing knowledge of how he worked the daily and even monthly of his various enterprises.

The corner of his lip tugged briefly.] No, those are mine to work with. I would consider assisting you with an investment of your own. The inn has not been bought by a Chosen, or you could start a business of your own.

[There's a thoughtful look on Richard's face as he considers Silco's proposition. The Inn would be a smart conquer, as it is the place where majority of the new Chosen take residence at. Controlling the housing would provide him power, both financially and socially -- especially if he moved lifted the price of rent. It was a worthwhile thought, yes. Something that Richard did think he could potentially succeed in, as he had been carefully following how Silco run his businesses and absorbed any information he could gather.

Though. There were still questions rip in Richard's mind. Namely 'why'?]

And you would sponsor me? [He asks, raising one subtle eyebrow. This... Wouldn't it go beyond their current pact? And does the man not see conflicting interests with supporting him like this when his own daughter was seeking to gain control? That is unless there is something that Richard fails to see.] Why would you place your bets on me?

[Silco had not taken the inn for himself, expecting that it would be a start for someone else. It would have to deal with all the newcomers, but they would eventually move on with their lives and find spaces of their own. His desire to carve out a niche in food was where his current interest lay. However, he was not above investing; he had enough money to make it worth his while.

Besides, it seemed like an interesting kind of place for Richard to consider. It came with profits after the first month at least.]

I would consider it a worthwhile investment. If you decided on that as your path to start, I would offer to do the books to allow you time to establish yourself and then hand them off to you. [Business was his life blood. His daughter had her own business where he had a small hand in. He saw no issue at this point in time.] A smart man places his bets in many locations and feels out the market. Besides, you're my lover. That should come with a benefit or two, don't you think? Unless you'd prefer to go at it alone? It wouldn't bother me if you did.

[He had a few reasons, namely seeing how Richard managed many people. He knew there was a leader in the younger man. He knew that there had to be ambition in there somewhere yet untapped in Aldrip.]

'You're my lover,' there is something in that statement, a invisible underlying meaning perhaps, that make the hair on the back of Richard's neck stand and bristle. But he catches himself quickly, forcing down the emotion born from his unfavorable first impression.

He supposes that the man is right. Maybe there is some normalcy to these kinds of transactions between lovers? Men would shower their women with various gifts and so. Jewellery, dresses, flowers and what have. Not that Richard would know. He has never had that sort of relationship with Anne, not since their childhood. And with Buckingham...

Then again, hadn't his kingmaker given him something far more valuable than shiny trinkets? Similarly to what Silco was offering.]

I see. [Richard raises his hand so that he could take a hold Silco chin between his fingers, thumb briefly brushing past the lower lip.]

An inn and tavern to start with, then. But is that all your eyes can see? How far does your vision go? [Buckingham had given him the crown, fully believing him to be able to grab the light and carry on the weight of that choice. So what of his new lover? How far did Silco's trust in his potential and skills go? ]

[Silco was known back in Zaun to be generous to those who were loyal to him. He trickled down the benefits of his own endeavors, and the same rang true here in Aldrip. After all, what was money when he literally could just make more? Of course, he had to be careful to not tank the entire economy, hence why he slowly injected it in through his businesses, but the more that he had, the more he could spread and benefit himself and those that were close to him.

After all, some loyalty was bought and paid for, reinforced with a strong hand on what disloyalty would bring about. His loyalty to Richard was built on the foundation of their personal secrets, and if anything, he considered that far stronger than some of the others he associated with.

He subtly leaned into that touch to his chin, mismatched eyes studying the younger man to discern if his offer had caused offence. After all, Richard came across as rather independent, yet he saw his lover toil away the days in the forest earning coin as one in Zaun might. He hadn't asked if it bothered Richard, but he suspected it did, especially considering the rage the younger man informed him of. Prove them wrong. Prove all the doubters wrong.]

If your interest wanes with the inn, I will buy it off of you. [He paused to consider the question, his fingers touching the younger man's elbow. How far did his vision go? He wasn't called the Eye of Zaun for being short-sighted.] Honestly, I think this is merely a start, but how far you'll go depends on your ambition, your support network, and your adaptability. I think your potential is great.

[Despite his social status and bloodline bringing him some power in his world, Richard had never taken any of it for granted. He was always the youngest brother, someone who would not inherit much from his parents. Small and frail, like a maiden - someone who people assumed never to reap glory or success outside of books and academics. Yet, he had proven every assumption made about him wrong and shaken the entire nation by carving that power for himself. He never expected it to be given to him, no. In his eyes it was something you took, using any means necessary.

So, the offer was a little jarring, sure. But what resonated within Richard was the meaning behind it, the support and belief in him that he could, once again, grasp the power with his own hands. The light didn't exist here, but he had always been comfortable in the shadows. This time what he had against him wasn't a god, but a monster.

Richard moved his hand, the fingertips sliding down along Silco's throat briefly feeling the Adam's apple there. The light touch traveled all the way down to meet the collar of his shirt, fingers idly playing with the fabric while he still held Silco's gaze with his own.

He had made his first move already by making an announcement regarding their safety and promising to train the people. The whole training group thing had been merely a poke on the ice, while also making his face and name known to others. Richard knew that there was still work to be done.]

Silco, [He says eventually, reaching now his both hands to undo the highest button on the man's shirt.] I am cold.

[A lie, as the flames on the fireplace were still going strong and heating up the rooms. But that wasn't the kind of heat he was after now] I want you.

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[Silco had had to fight for everything that he received, or he had to find someone who would do that fighting for him through various means and sacrifices in return. Either way, his survival and his rise had come with very few hand-outs, but he had a thirst for knowledge and betterment early on in his life. He had mastered many of those skills, and now, he could very well rate the potential of those around him. This wasn't Zaun where loyalty, similar goals held them together, though ambition and money definitely helped.

He had seen Richard's play a political theater. It may have appeared altruistic and to organize those who perhaps didn't have certain skills to defend themselves, but he knew that it was Richard playing to the younger man's strengths. No wonder Jinx had been upset, but he had hoped that it would focus her to her own uprising. One could be part of both to start. Richard didn't engage where Jinx was spurned.

His fingers cupped Richard's elbow as those delicate fingers went exploring, and he sensed where this was likely to go the moment the button of his shirt was open. Of course, that was followed up by the claim of being cold, which he knew had to be false. Richard might be naked, but it was a different heat his lover was craving and made no attempt to hide.

He stepped closer, interest stirring, and his hands moved to stroke his fingers down the curve of Richard's sides until he could clasp the swell of his lover's hips.] Is that so? Well, perhaps we should retire to your bed and enjoy one another's company. Though... your day of birth is soon, is it not?

[Well, Silco just simply can't talk about placing Richard in the position of a power and not to expect it to rouse his spirits?

Richard can already feel the hunger and excitement both wake in his body. The nimble fingers make quick work of rest of buttons on Silco's shirt and he leaned closer to press his lips against the column on his lover's neck. The touch on his sides send a shiver running down his spine, making him gasp softly against the thin layer of skin. His own hands wandered down to feel the buckle of Silco's belt, finger curling around the metal.]

Yes. The second of October. [Which was like.. tomorrow or so? Richard was quite sure that he had not mentioned such mundane detail to Silco before. Now, if his thoughts weren't preoccupied elsewhere he might actually even question the man where he had heard of it. Maybe he had talked to Charles? But ah, that could wait.

With a couple quick and powerful tugs Richard undoes the belt, pulling the other man against his own body by the hip. There's a determined look in his eyes. What Richard wants now is not smouldering and gentle agony that would fill up the cracks on the marble with the warm pleasure. No. What he was after right now was something more intense -- a burning fire that would melt the iron, leaving him boneless and spent.]

[It was interesting and informative to see Richard become so enthused at the idea of having something to work towards. It was good; he expected that being aimless in this place wasn't good for his lover. He was right, of course, but this proved it seeing Richard practically blossom with the opportunity.

It made Richard dangerous. It made him even more attractive to Silco.

He made no effort to help or hinder with the buttons of his shirt, though the eagerness in Richard's fingers was palpable. His blue eye fluttered half closed as he felt warm lips against his skin, fingers tightening on the younger man's hips. He turned his head to sight the distance between them and the bed then the nearest wall. Door was closest, and while exciting, he thought the bed was the best bet to reaffirm their bond with one another.]

You're going to celebrate? Most people seem to around these parts. [It didn't matter how he obtained the information, but he had it now. He understood that birthdays were important to most people, though his own relationship with them was basically nonexistent.

He stepped towards the bed once his belt was done, knowing that look in Richard's eye. His lover was making it clear what was wanted. His arms wrapped around the small of Richard's back to help press their bodies together, feeling the unique differences and similarities between them. He leaned down so he could kiss and bite a line of kisses along Richard's smooth skinned shoulder even as he moved them further towards the bed; the floor - always available - was not his preference.]

[All men must strive towards peace, grab their weapons only when necessary and only to protect. That was the usual schpiel that Richard was used to nod along to with everyone else, to make people not to pay attention to the demon horns on his head. Because in reality, Richard knew that peace was nothing but a death sentence for someone like him. It had been relatively peaceful under the rule of Edward the Fourth, at least when compared to the chaotic reign of Henry, but it had also been the time when Richard had been no more than a walking corpse. There was no joy or pain, his cup filled with just bitter resentment and repression.

And Richard had almost slipped into similar passivity here. With no enemies to crush or light to chase. Just what was there for him in this world? Quiet and humble life as hunter? What a nightmare.

To fight was to live. To fight was to be king. He's certain that Silco could understand that.

With his fingers tightly hooked around his belt hoops, Richard tilted his head to the side so that Silco could move more freely around his neck and shoulder. There's a slight tingling sensation near his collar, remembering vividly the deep bite that Silco had left him in his youthful fervor.]

No. [He scoffs out an airy laugh, holding their bodies close. Richard had never been one too interested in celebrating his birthday. There was rarely any festivities or banquets held in his name. The most grandiose gesture was to serve strawberry pie as desert, but even that was for his son's sake.

'You shall host your own banquets. Once you are king'. Richard could hear the words of his kingmaker ring in his ears.

Not wanting to wait any longer Richard stepped to the side towards the bed, pulling Silco along with him. He sits down on the bed and lets go of his lover's pant, bringing his hands up to slide off his shoulders.]

[Peace was an illusion to make people complacent, especially those who faced oppression. Keep them quiet, keep them tired, keep them busy and they won't consider how terrible their lives are or have the energy to rise up for something better. Everything was a fight with a few moments of rest or happiness.

This had become moments of rest from the drive to fight. Yet driving Richard for a fight was also a thrill as well. He could recognize the double edged sword of doing so, but he wasn't above taking a calculated risk. Besides, if they fought everyone else, it was unlikely they would fight each other unless under particular circumstances.

His hands smoothed along the small of Richard's back as his mouth moved along that smooth column of neck and slope of shoulders.] No, hmm? Perhaps you and I will celebrate you then.

[He released Richard and turned as the younger man settled nude on the bed. He rolled his shoulders and worked his shirt off the rest of the way. He neatly folded the material and dropped it next to the bed as he stepped closer and took Richard's face in his hands.]

Did any of your past partners prove you oral sex before? [Said like he wasn't aware that he was only Richard's second lover. He expected Richard had almost exclusively had penetrative sex based on their last few months together, but perhaps he'd be surprised?]

[Richard scoots back on the mattress. His hands reach to wrap around Silco's neck to pull his lover to join with him on the bed, urging the other man to climb on top of him. During these past months that they had shared bed they had formed a certain pattern to how to proceed with this. It had become like a dance of sorts, one that they knew the steps by heart at this point.

The slender and eager fingers caresses the skin on the back of Silco's back. And when the warm, calloused hands raise up to cup his face Richard cranes his neck up and parts his lips, all ready move to the next part already. Though, the question Silco proposes to him does make him pause for a moment, a brief bafflement in his eye as he looks up at the other man.

It's not like Richard is ignorant or that he doesn't know what Silco is referring to. One simply wasn't brother to someone like Edward and keep their innocence on the manners of lovemaking -- even if he didn't have firsthand experience on it. Buckingham had kissed him for sure and mapped the lines of his body with his lips and hands, making Richard familiar with his body in ways that he didn't know to even be possible. However... As much as his kingmaker did praise his body, worshiping the demon on the unholy altar, there was no denying that his attention and lovemaking were focused on his female parts.]

...No. They haven't. [He admits, a faint flush washing over his pale features as the warm nervousness from the anticipation stirs in his belly.]

[He didn't resist the pull by the hands on his neck, setting a knee to the mattress so he could lift himself up and follow Richard further onto the bed. He crawled before setting his hands on either side of his lover's chest as he laid down on top of Richard. It was the usual start to their intimacy, and he appreciated being welcomed so often to this little foray that had come quite unexpectedly those months before.

His shoulders and back rose towards those hands like a cat, his blue eye shutting momentarily as he enjoyed the attention. The world beyond this room became shut out, concerns melting away to become soft background noise. Yes, he had things he needed to do and check and reassure himself of, but that would be... later. After those hands had slipped away from touching him.

He was amused by the look on Richard's face, and it seemed he had his answer already. His hands left resting on the mattress to stroke up and down the length of Richard's sides, thumbs pressing up to caress further the soft edges of Richard's breasts. He shifted so he could rest their foreheads together, all so he could look into those equally mismatched eyes. His lips had already tugged into a small smirk.]

No? Such a shame. Fellatio is quite invigorating. Would you allow me to open your world to it? [He leaned his mouth down for a chaste kiss that was completely at odds with what he was suggesting.] Every man should enjoy it at least once and decide for themselves if they like it.

[He chose his last words carefully, to emphasize that he did consider Richard a man. That's what his lover wished to be, so that's what his lover was. He appreciated all of their sex, but as much as he benefited from Richard having a vagina and breasts, so too did he benefit from that cock. He always made a point to pay attention to it during sex.]

[The mattress shifts and dips underneath them as Silco places his weight on it and moves further in. Richard keeps sliding his hands along his lover's neck to his bare shoulders - appreciating his form. His fingers move along the sharp collarbones and then settling against his chest. The mismatched eyes are wide in wonder as he listens to Silco's words, craning his neck up to meet lips with his own.

The redness on his cheekbones darkens, the crimson framing his eyes and reaching all the way up to his ears. All of the sudden his throat feels so dry, his body growing hot as the suggestion goes right into his gut -- stirring his arousal. And maybe something else, too.

Richard was a man, that is true. But then again, it's also true that he isn't one. He's so used to refer to himself and address his body as one of a demon. It is also what Buckingham had called him. So, for Silco so effortlessly to side-step all the so-called abnormalities and see Richard as he wants to be seen? Yeah that leaves him speechless for a moment.]

Aye, you may. [Swallowing air, he lowers himself on the bed properly and rests his head against the mattress. ]

I have promised to surrender my body to you, have I not? You may do as you like.

[The corner of his lip tugged in amusement as Richard became flushed, the red dusting across pale skin standing out so readily. His fingers moved to stroke along one of those high cheek bones where warmth and redness was most persistent. Yet, he nodded at the words, enjoying hearing Richard say it; they were beyond asking for permission these days, confident in the small signs of consent.]

This is new. I require knowing you're comfortable with it.

[He tipped his face so he could kiss Richard's neck, working his way down that slim column slowly as he took his time to work up the anticipation. If his lover had not experienced this before, half of the fun was the fantasy of what it would be like, or so he recalled when he was much younger. Besides, he enjoyed making Richard squirm and cling to him.

So he kissed his way across one of Richard's collar bones, slowly shifting to move himself down as his lips kissed downwards. He paused at one of Richard's breasts, cupping the side to form it up so he could kiss and suck at the nipple, applying a small amount of teeth to perk the nub of flesh as his thumb stroked where his mouth was not currently engaged.

He spent a few full minutes lavishing attention on one breast before moving to the neglected one to repeat similarly, though the one hand remained behind to massage what he had left behind. He repeated similarly, watching Richard's reactions before he was once again moving south.]

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