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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[Silco was well aware that he had not seen Richard's capacity for cruelty and the reverse could be said as well. Both of them played their hands lightly in Aldrip so far. Yet, he had experienced the overwhelming sense of danger when Richard had been infected during the Gnosia invasion, and he had heard stories of the younger man performing various acts of violence.

He leaned up so that their lips brushed against each other with each word spoken and so that each exhale of hot lusty breathing would pass over one another. It was the only way that he would endure the chafing of his attempt at an oath.] I know. I want to see it; I want you to unleash on another person and take them apart at the seams, Richard. I want to watch you covered in their blood and regret nothing for the actions you have taken.

[He nudged the tips of their noses. I want to be your monster and you mine.

He worked them both up towards climax, still sneering and disgusted that he had lowered himself to that level but currently caught up in the moment to consider stopping. If anything, the extra aggression and anger he felt only enhanced the way that he leaned into him stroking them together, aware that Richard was along for this ride as deeply as he was currently. He found that bucking at his oppressors was an amazing motivator and currently a turn on.

He kept his own noises to grunts and gasps of pleasure, and he stared at Richard as his lover rose to the occasion. He followed within a stroke of Richard, his hand covered in a mixture of their cum as he worked them through the weighty heat of their orgasm. Extra spillage marked his pants and the chair that he was currently sitting upon, and once he had stopped seeing stars behind his eyes, he leaned back in the chair and watched his lover perched on his lap.

Oh the staff would know. There was no way that they entered this room and not understand the mild defiling of this room. It was as good of a toast as any to Richard's new business.]

aaand wrap?

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[Cruelty came in many forms. Richard was more than capable of performing and indulging in the horrors of the carnage that Silco painted with his words. He had given a proof of it, too. Both during the gnosia infection and when in the secrecy of Silco's office when they had maimed the unwanted quests. Richard had mutilated one of them, removed the golden jaw from the victim's face with just a knife and his bare hands. But that was only the surface of the twisted brutality within his soul.

Richard's cruelty and viciousness was more multifaceted than that. They came from his words, the sweet little things that slipped past his lips and urged others to act on his behalf and sell their principles, to bend along his desires. That way he had deceived all the other ruling lords, the people and even god himself and snatched the crown for himself -- making a demon the king all of the England

...Only to find himself in this forsaken world.

But that wasn't a rabbit hole that he wanted to look at right now. Nor that he could as his whole attention was stolen by the sheer force of the orgasm, shaking his entire body. His vision goes blank, the hot flames blazing in his core as he empties his load. Shiver runs through his spine, shaking him like a leaf in the wind. But just like always, the moment of intense heat burns past fast. His body relaxes as he slugs forward Silco and lulls into the pleasant bliss of post-orgasm.

There was a red hue on his pale cheeks, the mismatched eyes having almost a drunken look to them as they watched his lover beneath the long lashes. Well. His mood sure had improved a lot since the beginning of this meeting. Gone were the sourness from hearing Charles' awareness to their situation, and the thorns of the argument had withered away. Hell, he barely remembered the ghost.

With a lazy yet satisfied grin on his lips, Richard leans forward to seal two of them in a kiss, fingers snaking up to slide along red, nearly swollen cut on Silco's neck.]