[At times like these the gap between their worlds became only wider, separating them. Zaun was world of brute force, it seemed, where one would have bear their claws and show their teeth openly. The court Richard came from was the opposite, blood was shed but it was done in discreet. The game would be played behind closed doors with secret pacts. There was so many rules how to and not to maneuver in Richard's world, unless one wished to lose their head prematurely.
Richard takes another gulp of the whiskey, wiping his bottom lip on the gloved thumb. This time the warmth does bring the color to his pale features, but otherwise there is no visible sign of the alcohol affecting his system.]
You already know what I desire the most. And you do not posses it.
[There were a tremendous amount of backroom deals in Zaun, but he played that game when it suited him. He found that brute force was often necessary to hold things together in a relatively lawless place. With no hierarchy and no royalty or high houses, Zaunites relied on hard work, and forcing respect through fear, manipulation and resources. Everyone had a price that they were willing to pay even for things that they didn't expect to barter for.]
Indeed, you've been very forward on what it is you desire. I can never be your light or hold such a light, so I can never be what you truly desire.
[He operated better in the dark. However, he suspected there was more to it than that, but this conversation was tense enough without him choosing to go down the road where Richard was once again on the back foot. He had walked to the precipice of violence twice now, and he doubted a third would be healthy.]
If the mention of Richard's late father was no-win situation to Silco, this line of thinking was one to Richard. He had seen it time and time again, the near defeated air around the man as he went on and on about dirty secrets, miscreants of darkness and low class and what not. Almost as if accusing Richard for something that he left unspoken in the air. It had always irritated Richard but now? Now it was nothing more than vexing.]
You have this habit. I'm not sure if you have noticed it, but you tend to put your worth down. Time after time, twisting my words into tools of oppression. Do you enjoy it? [He asks, voice flat and unimpressed as he swirled the drink in his hand.] That line of thinking is not only insult towards yourself but to me as well.
[Silco stopped swirling his drink when he was told of his habit, and his entire being momentarily stilled. His eyes stared straight ahead, playing back the numerous times they had had similar discussions over these last months. It was interesting that he had a tell that he hadn't considered before, likely due to the fact of his limited contact with those who would consider themselves high born.
A lifetime of oppression and subjugation by Piltover had created a deep seeded hatred in him for those that lived at the top in their ivory towers. It made him... inflexible at times. He knew his worth, but even in his confidence that he was what he was and accepted that, a lifetime of being 'less' would always fuel him in his ambition.
The corner of his lip suddenly pulled in a smirk, and he moved to stretch his legs out from this chair as if he were settling to relax. He brought the tumbler of whiskey to his lips for the second time and downed the remainder, using his thumb to wipe his lower lip as he examined the now empty glass.]
Well, well, what an unfortunate habit that is. [Now that he was indeed aware of it, he could move to correct the imbalance. How could he show such weakness or something that could be perceived as weakness? ] Do I enjoy being a trencher? Absolutely. Do I enjoy knowing that to an entire city of oppressors considered my existence to be little more than what I could produce for their wealth and prosperity? That men and women who called themselves nobility would put me down like a filthy animal if they knew what I was capable of. A lifetime of generational oppression... I suppose it may produce a few tells.
[He lifted his glass so that he could look through it, a distorted image produced on the other side of his view.]
I do not seek crowns or halos of light. I have no sire to have pride in as I don't even know who that is. I grew up with nothing being treated as if I was nothing. You seek things by looking up at a God for love and compassion; our gods abandoned us just like everyone else. Oppression is the only common thread for me and my people. [He dropped the glass to rest on the arm of his chair.] Apologies if the invisible collar around my neck annoys you. I'll do better to hide inconvenient truths from you in future.
[Just like Silco had before, Richard poked the invisible wound on purpose in hopes that it'd provoke a reaction. And oh dear. Did it ever.
He was frustrated, of course, that Silco would always find the way to turn Richard's words against him. Twist and turn and crank, as if to remind them both of the gulf between them. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, who knows. But Richard didn't care, finding only offense in the manner his lover kept mistrusting his words. He had accepted Silco, seen part of himself and another unknown power within him. Why couldn't that be enough?
The stone expression on his face shifts, lips curling up to almost sardonic smile at the end of the speech.] And there it is. The admirable show of rebellion. But I must wonder, who is it that holds the other end of your leash, hm?
[Richard then reached to place his glass back on the table, stood up, shed the top layer of his clothing on the chair and began to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt.] Because for one, it is not me. Ah, but perhaps that would work better for you if it were so?
[Richard walked around the table, right up to Silco. And then, almost as if to mimic his lover's previous actions, he leaned forward. His left hand reached to caress Silco's face as he settled to sit on the man's lap. His shirt was open now, revealing the white binder underneath it - almost as if to tease the other man.]
Do you wish to be the first in my thoughts? Is that the reason you act so offended, like I had wounded your pride? Would it suit you better if I gave up everything just to follow your dreams and worship you? Change my colors and announce every soul out there that I belong to no one else but you?
Or do you wish to see me as one of those who'd enslave you and your people? Chain you up like animals and enjoy the fruit of your hard labor, leaving you less than the scraps? You say that you feel no shame for what we have but be honest. Does it not anger you even a little bit to have brought someone like me to your bed? A son of a noble who represents everything you hate.
[Richard then reached behind his back to pull out the dagger he always carried with him and shoved it flat against Silco's chest.]
There I'm unarmed. Make your choice, unless you are interested in chasing after the third option.
[Heh, Richard had not seen even a fraction of the rebellion that he was capable of, no one in this place had. He was currently setting up the board in his favour so that when it came time to out himself, he already had the invisible stranglehold on those all around him. His web threads were spreading day after day, his seeds of rebellion cultivated by the people that wanted to go home, by those that wanted to stay, and the only ones that yet needed to be mobilized were those that claimed to not care.]
Who said anything about a leash? I slipped the leash long ago, but the collar remains.
[His eyes tracked Richard, and he knew that his lover was perhaps relishing his revelation as he had previous done when he'd struck a nerve on the younger man. It was unusual for someone to call out a tell he wasn't already aware of, and of course his base instinct was to fight when that happened. His expression remained hard with a guarded air about his own thoughts as Richard moved over to him.
Slowly, he pulled his legs back up so that he could settle the flat of his feet on the floor again, both to accommodate his lover suddenly making a move to slide into his lap and in a better position to dump the younger man should he decide to stand. His mismatched eyes stared only at Richard's face, unmoved by the touch to his face for once.]
Oh I don't have to worry about that, now do I Richard? Your motivation in this place requires careful tendering and encouragement, so I think you're going to follow me to a point before you have enough air beneath those wings of yours to take flight. Where will you go, I wonder? [He reached out, fingers dragging down the front of the binder until he could lightly tug at the bottom of it.] You'll leave. I am but a fleeting fancy to you, but you're spoiled for choice yet won't allow yourself to see that truth. My words are permission for you to walk away that you won't yet give yourself.
[His voice was low and soothing, purposefully so. But his tone changed as he considered the second option presented, and there was perhaps an honesty that was well known in the Undercity but never here or even likely in Piltover.] No, you aren't them. I hate every single one of them, but I'm not so foolish to realize I don't need them and their money and their patronage. I will bring them a taste of the fear that they bring us, enslave them with it as they did us. I was so close... [He shifted to sit forward so their noses nearly touched.] Don't you think it's more advantageous for me to never be first on anyone's mind? Just a shadow in the dark, a monster that lurks in the forest or the mines or the streets or wherever. [Did he wish to be first? Perhaps. Would it happen? He doubted it and steeled himself to not caring about it.]
[His hand rose to cover the hand with the knife against his chest, and he made a point to try to curl Richard's fingers around the hilt of it so he could turn the blade to press raw sharp edge to the side of his neck just above the collar of his shirt.]
You haven't seen my rebellious nature, but I suppose a kindred soul will always knows another, noble or peasant. We are the same; the blood on our hands to seize control is enough to drown us both. [With a sudden addition of pressure, he dragged the blade along his skin until a thin line of blood beaded along it then he moved to shove the blade at Richard.] Shall we spill blood together... or apart? [Third option.]
Edited (changing things around to make more sense) Date: 2024-11-11 02:50 pm (UTC)
[Silco was an enigma. Whenever Richard looks at the man all he sees is a deep pit of darkness, one with many mysterious and deadly caverns that hid monstrosities in their depths, each always more horrible than the other. Like the fissure where he had born into. Richard was quite sure that he had only seen merely a fraction of the heat that Silco carried with him, a spark of an ember if even that. He knew better than to underestimate his lover. But also not to overestimate him either.
When Silco shifts underneath him Richard moves too, sliding his legs on the man's side and knees digging into the hard surface of the chair so that he's straddling his lover properly. With his fingertips mapping the shape of Silco's ever-so-familiar bone structure he listens to his words, his own expression staying unchanging and attentive.
Ah, he can tell that the other man is trying to bait him, fishing out that anger from him again with the mentions of his impassivity and lack of motivation. There was truth in that statement, of course, Richard's willingness to act had been wavering. And, despite this newest move, he still felt couldn't claim to be as invested as the other man was. He was yet to be convinced that this world had anything to offer him but ah. Guess, monsters can't stay idle too long either.
It had been in his intention to just push the knife at the Silco and leave it that, but the fingers curling around his own prevented him from withdrawing his hand. That's fine, then. Keeping his grip on the knife's handle, he allows Silco to guide their hands up and press the sharp edge of the blade against the tender, thin skin of his neck. The mismatched gaze caught the sight of crimson bead, bursting through faint cut. ]
If that truly is the case then stop rattling your chains at me like a sad ghost whenever I look elsewhere. The scorned lover attitude does not become of you. [When Silco pushes the knife back at him, he pulls his hand away from the man's face to grab on the handle to make keep Silco's hold on it. He stretches his neck forward to speak directly to his lover's ear, pressing his place chest against the cool steel.]
But, if there is something else you want say it out loud. Name it and claim it with those blood soaked hands of yours. [His voice drops down to a whisper, dripping of dare and lure. As if to asking the other to go ahead and do it, push the knife and break his skin.]
[He allowed Richard to settle further into his lap and likely find the most comfortable spot possible given the chair that he was seated upon. While he didn't lean into the touch to his face as he normally might, his expression did soften towards it and his blue eye half closed for half a minute. There was familiarity with that touch, a reminder that despite them barbing each other and seeking ways to rackle each other that this was likely little more than a ripple in a puddle. Soon it would smooth over.
He snorted softly at the comment about him rattling chains. That wasn't his intention, but this manner of relationship remained unexpected even after the months that had passed. Perhaps he was a bit cagey waiting for the other shoe to drop, hmm?] Hmm, if I felt scorned, you would know it. I would make no secret of it, and I expect that would be a scenario of mutual destruction.
[His head tipped subtly towards the lips that were by his ear, his eyes fixed on the back of Richard's head which he could still see. He hummed softly as he considered, the sting of the shallow injury sharpening his attention their closeness. His hand flicked the knife tip to drag over skin above Richard's binding.]
Hmmm, such a temptress, as always. The only thing that I want is to celebrate this acquisition with you. It appears you're at least setting down enough roots to wile away the time here. [He did indeed press the knife tip in to break skin and urge out a bead of blood.]
[The seduction was definitely the main card on Richard's hand at the moment. Although this time it also came with a play for power and control. There was no denying that the older man held the reins more often than not in this strange relationship of theirs, with the man being more experienced and able to see the past Richard's defenses and what not. Though, while Silco played the mental game, Richard could dominate the physical one. Whether it was with the threat of violence, or seduction.
When Richard feels the sharp of the cool blade poking against his skin, he only leans in closer. He pushes the sharp edge of the weapon along the area above his binder, drawing a curved line along his collar bone. The blood pushes through the incision, pearling up to surface in red smile. Then, he lets go of the weapon and quickly reaches out to grab Silco's short hair to pull his lover's head to the side and expose his neck.
And without saying anything he dibs his own head so that he can close his lips around the small cut on his throat. Tongue pressing flat around the edge of the injury, he begins to suck. The tangy iron taste, accompanied by the saltiness from the dried sweat on the man's skin, hits him like a high -- making his own heart beat faster from excitement and ears ring.
But there is only so much he can get from such small opening. So, it doesn't take even a half of minute for Richard to extract himself from the man -- but not before giving him a harsh bite. His gloved hand still remains in Silco's hair, while the other one moves to smudge the bare fingertips on his own blood.]
I never again want to hear the words "dirty little secret" leave your lips. Do not think that I would ever pick myself a lover that I would treat as less than me. [Then, almost as a sign of a vow, he presses his bloodied fingers against his lover's lips.]
[Unbidden, his breath caught in his throat and was held there as he felt the blade tip move, gliding upwards along Richard's pale flesh. Beads of red blossomed from the shallow injury, and his eyes flicked down from his lover's face to view the minor laceration. His attention distracted by the show, his breath still caught in his throat as he felt a flush of heat in his guts, exacerbated by the sudden feeling of fingers gripping his hair.
That's when his breath shuddered out of him, and he didn't put up more than token resistance as his head was pulled to one side. His blue eye closed and he shifted in his seat - not quite squirming - when he felt Richard's tongue against his neck over the stinging little injury. He experienced the first stirrings of interest, which might have been as surprising as the bite.
Lust built swiftly and one hand reached out to seize his lover by a thigh as his eyes watched Richard. Breathing increased, and he shifted again in the chair, allured and hyperfocused on this strange and not unpleasant turn of events.]
Hmmm, very well... [He stared at Richard, feeling the blood smeared on his lips, and his tongue tip darted out to taste it. His free hand stroked down his lover's arm holding his hair and then snapped out to curl in Richard's hair in return.
He pulled his lover's head back with whatever force necessary barring pulling out hunks of hair and leaned in so he could put his mouth over that bleeding injury, savouring the thousands of pinpricks of sensation where Richard still held his hair.] Equals then....
[The blood bursts out the slim opening on his chest, blooming like red roses on the wild. The droplets drips down along the the cut, tainting the white of his binder in scarlet. Whole world is pitch black. In the darkness, the only thing that he can see is red. Richard is reminded of the vow he once made, all those years ago. To dye the world in blood.
Somehow it felt right that he was making one with Silco here and now. They would lay-low, yes, continue exist in the darkness as two monsters. Equal.
A surprised hiss leaves from Richard's lips when the hand shoots up to brutally grab on his hair, pulling his head back with one violent move. The surprise, however, is short lived and replaced with an excited grin as Richard fights back so that he could look down at his lower. The pull of hair is burning his scalp, overshadowing the prickling pain on his chest. Oh, he knew that Silco had it in him. He had seen the that hidden strength before, too, unleashed in form of a fury at the ghosts of his past.
Richard's own grip remains strong as he fists Silco's hair. But instead of trying to force the man off him, he only pulls him closer -- wrapping his other arm around his lover's neck, cradling his lover against his chest.]
[Blood was spilled regularly on his grounds, in his spaces, on his streets, but rarely was the one who shed said blood was Silco himself. He had spent a lifetime cultivating scenarios where he remained mostly out of harms way or he manufactured situation where it was he who had the upper hand. Killing Renni and Finn in his office had been one of the few recent instances of him lashing out and drawing blood, even shedding a tiny amount in the aftermath when he had taken his lover on his desk and Richard's nails had scored him.
He normally scoffed at the notion of blood pacts. That was a dangerous game to play where he was from with the Black Rose in existence, but here in the seeming safety of Aldrip, in the dangerous safety of his lover's grip, it was a thrill to experience this. The sting on his neck was far less than the rippling sting of his scalp, and it thrilled him as his mouth lapped at the injury on Richard's chest.
Trapped as he was in his lover's grip, Silco moved his hands down to begin to remove the binding hooks from the bottom up. He smeared blood with his lips from the injury up the side of Richard's neck until he could nip at the corner of his lover's jaw.]
Pillars of romance we are....
[As if to punctuate that, his hands seized the front both sides of the binder and tore the last two hooks to free his lover's chest from the device.]
[Richard can feel his heart rate increasing, the organ beating hard and loudly within its cage as Silco kissed his wound, tongue scraping along the thin edges of the laceration as it licked off the blood. There was something almost sacrilegious in the act, to have another man suck the blood off his chest as they both sealed a silent vow between them. It all only added to the thrill, intensifying the rush of blood in his veins. Richard was certain that Silco could feel it -- taste the excitement in him.
The air returned to his lungs as the hooks of his binder were opened one by one, Richard's upper body relaxing as the binding pressure was lifted. Surprisingly enough, sex hadn't been first in Richard's mind when he had decided to add his own personalized, tempting twist to their encounter. But now that they were here, lips smeared in each others blood and sharing the same heat, it only felt only natural conclusion to this otherwise... bizarre and tumultuous confrontation.
A satisfied grin spread to Richard's lips as the last hooks were nearly ripped open, ruining the cloth. His hold on his lover alleviates, and he leans his head a back just a bit. With a daring look on his eyes, his stained fingers reach out to rub on his own injury -- catching the fresh red. Then he begins to rub his thumb at his index and middle fingers, smudging their blood together before licking them clean.]
I don't want romance. [No. Romance was for weak, idealistic fools. For people like his brothers.
What he wants is intense heat, something that burns the ice around him and set his soul on fire. To ablaze the darkness within him. He wants to experience the high and excitement of committing this act together.
Then he cranes his neck down, granting Silco's wish sealing their lips together.]
[Somehow this felt like an acceptable end point to this entire twisting conversation, though he never ever relied on the idea that things with his lover would end with making out or even sex. Richard did have a habit of wanting intimacy more often than not, but an argument where both of them were engaged in savaging each other verbally. That moment had passed and things seemed to be smoothed over, if this could be called smoothed over.
He watched with a keen gaze, eyes following each movement that Richard made perched on his lap. He was not unaware of the symbolism of rubbing his and Richard's blood together nor that his lover licked the redness from his fingertips. There was a definite and probably obvious stirring between his legs, and he shifted slightly in the chair so he could part his thighs a little more to accommodate.]
And what do you want, hmm?
[He knew what it was that Richard wanted right now, of course. It was the same as him, and his gaze momentarily skated towards the door of the office. How thick was that, he thought. They had not practiced much at being quiet, not that either of them were particularly noisy lovers; Richard lived in secrecy and Silco wasn't noisy as a rule. Still, there was an added thrill to the risk, no matter how small, of them being discovered.
His attention was brought back around again as their lips sealed together, and he raised a hand to cup the back of Richard's head in response, twisting some dark hair around his fingers to return to that moment before they had cut each other. He tasted more blood, letting it invade his senses and allure him as his other hand slipped up Richard's shirt so he could cup and fondle his lover's breast.]
[Silco was right, of course. Richard was looking at what he had been deprived his entire life, always going after it. Be it light or, in case with them, intimacy. But even if he was hungry for it, feeling someone's touch, to have that love and acceptance that Richard could never offer towards himself. But that didn't mean he was a pushover. He still had his pride and dignity, and would not sacrifice those just for a moment of heat. But the arguments between them had died down, leaving them in this afterimage of a storm.
Richard can feel the passion rising in his lover's body, it was present in his breath, pulse and increasing warmth. And well.. It is safe to say that Silco wasn't the only one affected here. Really, the burning pain both on his scalp and chest only added more to the moment, exciting Richard just further. With a sultry grin on his lips, Richard rolls his hips forward, grinding himself against his lover and pushing his chest into the man's hand all while deepening their kiss.
His tongue passes through Silco's lips, mixing the after taste of whiskey and cigars (that the man no doubt had been enjoying before coming here) with their blood. Breathing heavily through his nose, Richard kept drinking the man's taste, getting drunk on it. And when he finally breaks their kiss, there's a slim thread of saliva between their lips.]
You. [He whispers, voice airy and exhausted. It is simple as that. He has no need for sweet words, beautiful gifts, tender poems and whatsoever. What Richard wants is Silco and what he has to offer. The anger, violence, darkness, greed and broken chains. He wants the monster.
Without elaborating his answer any further, he leans back in -- drowning them back in another kiss.]
[It was easy to shift from chasing one emotional high to another now that the argument had seemingly reached a resolution. It was not hard to imagine that they could climb those highs again with much effort, unspent energy simmer in his veins that rose right back to the surface as Richard kissed him and ground down into his lap. As much as the door nearby could be a distraction, his world momentarily narrowed to this man seated on top of him.
He parted his lips to oblige the demand, and his tongue stroked and nudged at Richard's. His fingers twisted more into the younger man's hair now that his mouth was occupied and removed from that knife laceration, while he caught Richard's nipple in the space between thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly on the nub of flesh even as his remainer fingers continued to massage that warm flesh.
Yet, a harsher than normal breath escaped him at the answer to his question. He shouldn't be surprised, but the idea of being desired was still strange enough even after this long that it did steal his breath. He shifted under Richard perched in his lap to increase friction.] Me then... [Anything else he might say was cut off when Richard captured his lips again.
His hand moved from one breast to the other neglected one before sliding down to palm through the material of Richard's trousers. The corner of his lips tugged in a confident smirk, even if they were both breathy and already showing their arousal for each other. He could at least take advantage of Richard's.]
[The answer that Richard had given to Silco had been vague on a purpose. He did want the other man at the moment, yes. As much should be evident with the raise of a pulse and swelling between his thighs. But his desire for the other man went deeper than the moment, which is what kept Richard from wanting to give up on this connection. Hell, there had already been a handful of opportunities for them to walk to different directions, such as their argument just a minutes ago, but here they were.
Silco had said that Richard had barely taken a glimpse at the rebellion that the man was capable of, and the young man did not doubt it. The words had been like a promise of something darker, a warning for the inevitable storm that was gathering somewhere in the far distance. It made Silco appear more dangerous, and make Richard want the other man even more - as he, too, refused to give up the fight and would not despair. Not even in the presence of someone like him.
The palm pressing his crotch, feeling the already well pronounced erection over the layer of clothing, wrung out a quiet whimper from Richard. Luckily, he could drown the sound to their kiss. This was no Last Drop and the staff hadn't been trained the same way to turn a blind eye to a certain visitation. However, as long as they didn't draw attention to the world behind that door the privacy should be guaranteed.
Knowing the risks, Richard straightens his back as he pulls out from the kiss and sits up from the other man's lap, placing his weight on his knees that were still spread on the chair against Silco's legs. All just so that he could roll his hips better and grind his thighs against that hand, seeking more pressure and friction.]
[Break the chains. Silco has spent a lifetime fighting against his oppressors, the seed of rebellion propagating early and growing strong. Then he had nearly lost his life, faced the choice of a lifetime thanks to Vander, and he had chosen to burn it all down so that he could grow stronger anew. There were very few that forward faced as he did, and he knew only certain types of people could keep up with him once he actually set down roots and began to spread.
What attracted him to Richard was that the younger man could be inspired to great violence. There was a path they could walk together which was different yet still in the same direction. They were perfectly ordinary people, and yet who could actually stand in the way of their wills?
The thought alone when combined with the sting of the small laceration on his neck rose the heat and focus he had for the younger man. He hadn't felt inspired since... no, there was no room for such thoughts here and now. He leaned into their kiss harder instead, fingers pinching a nipple with a light twist for a hint of pain.
As their mouths parted and Richard rose, he dropped his forehead to rest against the younger man's shoulder, and he breathed warm air across the injury that continued to weep blood. The hand creating friction between Richard's legs moved to accommodate and the new freedom, stroking his lover through the fabric of his clothing.]
...you're going to make a mess. [Said like a promise.]
[Before Richard can stop himself there is a sharp gasp escaping from him at the harsh and biting pinch on his nipple. The quick flare of almost teasing pain only heightens the adrenaline fueled arousal in Richard's body, making him whine in need into their shared kiss. And needlessly to say, the excitement and hunger for more only increased along with the sped up friction between his legs. The hot puffs of air making him more aware of the sting on his chest, as the sweat and blood mixed together against the grinning cut on his body.
And well, Silco was right, of course. He was already making a mess of himself as he could tell the wetness growing along with the hardness of his erections. And as how things were going it would not be difficult task at all to make Richard reach the climax here and now before he could even remove the last piece of his clothing. And, yes, there was some allure to the thought -- but Richard had more than enough self-respect not to let himself come undone within his trousers like some fumbling youth at the face of his first sexual encounter.]
We'll see about that. [Richard counters, voice thick of desire. Normally, he is very content with allowing his lover to take the reigns and guide him through each experience, while providing some vague direction himself. But this time was different --who knows, maybe it is the energy from their previous argument and clash of wills that is still fueling him -- and he did not want to stay passive while and just follow along.
He brings his own hands down on Silco's front and begins to open his vest. But after that's done he is really running out of patience. With violent tugs he undoes the yellow cravat and begins to tear older man's shirt open with force -- if there's button or two flying around, he does not care.]
Hands off, Silco. [He says, summoning the sternness to his voice, trying to mask away his own desperation as he brings his own palm down to cup against his lover's groin -- feeling the other man through the fabric.]
[By this point, he had learned much of what Richard liked and didn't particularly care for when it came to intimacy. Of course, this might be the first time they engaged one another like this after an actual conflict because it was so infrequent that they hit this level of disagreement previously. He had come to understand that Richard often just left him on read and ignored him rather than engaging or talking him down, which was not an unusual tactic. This time their emotions had built inside the argument and not shifted over to whatever this happened to be. Unexpected but not unwelcomed.
He knew that once Richard was aroused, the younger man was hard pressed to stop until the finish line. He knew how to take advantage of that, watch the flush appear on his lover's face, the way that he moved against his hand, the shift of that lithe body and the demands of those lips. It did amuse him to think that the new owner of the inn was going to christen such ownership by climaxing in his own pants in a side room of the establishment.
The corner of his lips pulled in a smirk at the counter, not bothering to reply as he continued to stroke Richard as his lover attacked his vest. There were plenty of clasps, of course, which was classic Zaun fashion. He made an unhappy noise when his shirt was forced open, spying at least two buttons fly off across the room, but honestly, he felt a new flare of heat in his guts at the roughness. It was a good thing he owned the tailor.
He raised his eyebrow at the demand, and his hand stalled for a moment as he considered if he would obey. Slowly he did withdraw his hand as a shuddering sigh escaped him when Richard's hand dropped to cup his very obvious erection still in his own trousers. He leaned forward instead, kissing and biting at the edges of the wound. No hands, only mouth.]
[It's true that Richard was one to easily withdraw than engage. It was a habit that was forced on him by the society around him. Silence was his way to protect himself from the world that would reject him if he were to speak out. He had schooled himself not to wish anything nor to expect anything. A silent and agonizing death in form of repression. But then, Buckingham had broke him free from that, dragged out his darkest and most twisted desires - urged him to celebrate his true self as he reached out to take what he wanted.
And Silco had been doing the same. Pushing him forward and building up his appetite until presenting the meal. Light or no light, he could have power here. He could have bring devil's paradise into reality. The thought of it had breathed life into that flame in his soul, making him to embrace the fight again. He would not be silent.
The edges of the teeth scraping around the bleeding laceration sends a sharp jolt of electricity along his spine right into between his legs. His nipples hardens even more and he swears that his breast just grew a tad bit more heavier. Richard can tell that he is soaking wet and he wants nothing quite as much as to feel more of that friction and reach his climax.
But he decided to ignore those desires in favor of another voice. One that urged him to claim control and watch the man under him squirm. The fingers make a quick, hasty work to free Silco's erection out of the confides of his trousers. He wanted Silco inside him, he wanted to please him with his mouth and watch him come undone. He wanted to make him bleed even more.]
I am. [Richard whispers, voice full of arousal as his hand moved to stroke firmly the hard cock between their bodies.] I'm going to hurt you. And you will like it.
[He wanted Richard out of his shell, and he had worked towards that because of all the self-hatred repression from that backwater society. Of course, he came from a place where self-hatred was common place, but people were far more willing to weaponize it and make the people and society around them pay for such misgivings. It was only fair after being held beneath the water, deprived and enslaved for years or even lifetimes. Richard deserved to be free or at least pretend that those thorns couldn't hold him forever.
It was dangerous and beautiful, like peeling back the layers to allow the real Richard to breathe. There would be violence, but if they could aim it, direct it to carve out the kind of spaces where his lover could thrive... well, he would look forward to seeing it.
Yet, true to his word currently, he kept his hands to himself no matter how much he desired sliding his fingers over that skin. His mouth moved down the line of that cut, tasting blood, scraping the edges with his teeth as he felt Richard's hands opening his trousers, and he made a soft noise as he felt that calloused hand grasp his erection. His hips flexed automatically towards that grip.
He lifted his mouth away, nudging the hollow of Richard's throat with his nose and then tipped his head so he could observe his lover with his blue eye. His breath was coming faster, deeper, far more excited as his hips rolled under Richard, following the rise and fall of that hand on his erection.]
Will I? Will you cut me, bite me, scratch me, batter and bruise me? [Each word was a soft hiss between his teeth, an invitation and a quest for what Richard was planning.]
[Honestly, it is very much thanks to Silco that Richard had made all these leaps and strides with growing more active and bolder with his actions and thoughts. The older man had been providing him with almost constant support, both physical and emotional, slowly building up his confidence and hunger for power. It was because of that labor that they were here now. In this side room with Richard perched on Silco's lap and stroking his cock, spending a leftover aggression.
Of course, feeding Richard's ambitions and thirst for power came with dangers. He had warned the older man about the blade cutting both ways if he tried to get too close. There was always an underlying chance for their dark desires to collide and crash. After all, Richard was still quite sure that two like-minded monsters could not coexist together for long without the inevitable conflict.
But none of that was in his mind right now. He was fully focused on the breathing of his lover. The eccentric puffs of hot air accompanied with the steady roll of hips bucking into his fist all fed to his own excitement, bringing him into newer heights as he got drunk on the moment. His technique was clumsy and lacking, for sure, considering that he had only so much experience with taking this role. But he hoped to make up for it with his demanding and controlling presence]
I'll mark you and make you bleed. [The words leaves from his lips as soft purr, hands speeding up their motion. Licking his lips, he drops his head down so that he could whisper next words to Silco's ear, curling his back into a ball] So that the next time you'll do even as much as think of the collar left by your previous jailers, you'll instead be reminded of me.
[Silco knew how to stifle his noises from being too loud, having done so a long time ago when the risk of discovery was much the same. He had never been someone who enjoyed being observed, nor he had liked large crowds of people unless he was stirring them up for action. He preferred to observe and pick out the pressure points, but he also knew how to be quiet to dissuade people into investigating him. So as far as he was concerned, they were safe right where they were.
After all, there was something thrilling about watching Richard come alive like this, taking control and manhandling him a little. His hips fell into a rhythm with each stroke of his lover's hand, though he did shift his legs further apart and dug his heels into the floor so he could find better leverage as he stifled a few soft moans.
He shivered at the threat and promise of injury, raising his eyebrow. It still elicited a shiver of pleasure from him.] That's some possessive behaviour, Richard. I might start to get the impression you want me all to yourself if you do such a thing to me. [Of course, Richard had no idea about his previous jailers, the people that held him back whom he had fought against for a lifetime.] You'll try to taint those old memories, hmm? How bold.
[His mouth kissed then nipped the side of Richard's jaw, not enough to mark but a warning that he might reply in kind. While he wasn't generally possessive, he did enjoy having things he liked close to him.]
Hah. [The comment about possessiveness earns a dry laughter from him. His grip around the shaft tightens, adding more pressure to his stroking, thumb swirling over the engorged head. Richard begins to move his own hips along the rhythm, vaguely imitating the motions of a penetrative sex.
If Silco thought this to be possessive then he was in for surprise. Richard was greedy by nature, not wanting to share anything that he considered 'his'. He was prone to jealousy, though his was hardly as explosive nor spiteful as it was with others, like with his kingmaker for an example.]
It is in my right. You are my lover, Silco. You might be the owner of the night's pleasure but I will still be the only one who will have you.
[He then lowers himself further so that he can close his mouth around the thin cut on his lover's neck. He latches on it like a leech, biting and sucking out the blood.]
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Date: 2024-11-11 01:44 am (UTC)Richard takes another gulp of the whiskey, wiping his bottom lip on the gloved thumb. This time the warmth does bring the color to his pale features, but otherwise there is no visible sign of the alcohol affecting his system.]
You already know what I desire the most. And you do not posses it.
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Date: 2024-11-11 02:05 am (UTC)Indeed, you've been very forward on what it is you desire. I can never be your light or hold such a light, so I can never be what you truly desire.
[He operated better in the dark. However, he suspected there was more to it than that, but this conversation was tense enough without him choosing to go down the road where Richard was once again on the back foot. He had walked to the precipice of violence twice now, and he doubted a third would be healthy.]
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Date: 2024-11-11 05:07 am (UTC)If the mention of Richard's late father was no-win situation to Silco, this line of thinking was one to Richard. He had seen it time and time again, the near defeated air around the man as he went on and on about dirty secrets, miscreants of darkness and low class and what not. Almost as if accusing Richard for something that he left unspoken in the air. It had always irritated Richard but now? Now it was nothing more than vexing.]
You have this habit. I'm not sure if you have noticed it, but you tend to put your worth down. Time after time, twisting my words into tools of oppression. Do you enjoy it? [He asks, voice flat and unimpressed as he swirled the drink in his hand.] That line of thinking is not only insult towards yourself but to me as well.
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Date: 2024-11-11 06:46 am (UTC)A lifetime of oppression and subjugation by Piltover had created a deep seeded hatred in him for those that lived at the top in their ivory towers. It made him... inflexible at times. He knew his worth, but even in his confidence that he was what he was and accepted that, a lifetime of being 'less' would always fuel him in his ambition.
The corner of his lip suddenly pulled in a smirk, and he moved to stretch his legs out from this chair as if he were settling to relax. He brought the tumbler of whiskey to his lips for the second time and downed the remainder, using his thumb to wipe his lower lip as he examined the now empty glass.]
Well, well, what an unfortunate habit that is. [Now that he was indeed aware of it, he could move to correct the imbalance. How could he show such weakness or something that could be perceived as weakness? ] Do I enjoy being a trencher? Absolutely. Do I enjoy knowing that to an entire city of oppressors considered my existence to be little more than what I could produce for their wealth and prosperity? That men and women who called themselves nobility would put me down like a filthy animal if they knew what I was capable of. A lifetime of generational oppression... I suppose it may produce a few tells.
[He lifted his glass so that he could look through it, a distorted image produced on the other side of his view.]
I do not seek crowns or halos of light. I have no sire to have pride in as I don't even know who that is. I grew up with nothing being treated as if I was nothing. You seek things by looking up at a God for love and compassion; our gods abandoned us just like everyone else. Oppression is the only common thread for me and my people. [He dropped the glass to rest on the arm of his chair.] Apologies if the invisible collar around my neck annoys you. I'll do better to hide inconvenient truths from you in future.
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Date: 2024-11-11 01:10 pm (UTC)He was frustrated, of course, that Silco would always find the way to turn Richard's words against him. Twist and turn and crank, as if to remind them both of the gulf between them. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, who knows. But Richard didn't care, finding only offense in the manner his lover kept mistrusting his words. He had accepted Silco, seen part of himself and another unknown power within him. Why couldn't that be enough?
The stone expression on his face shifts, lips curling up to almost sardonic smile at the end of the speech.] And there it is. The admirable show of rebellion. But I must wonder, who is it that holds the other end of your leash, hm?
[Richard then reached to place his glass back on the table, stood up, shed the top layer of his clothing on the chair and began to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt.] Because for one, it is not me. Ah, but perhaps that would work better for you if it were so?
[Richard walked around the table, right up to Silco. And then, almost as if to mimic his lover's previous actions, he leaned forward. His left hand reached to caress Silco's face as he settled to sit on the man's lap. His shirt was open now, revealing the white binder underneath it - almost as if to tease the other man.]
Do you wish to be the first in my thoughts? Is that the reason you act so offended, like I had wounded your pride? Would it suit you better if I gave up everything just to follow your dreams and worship you? Change my colors and announce every soul out there that I belong to no one else but you?
Or do you wish to see me as one of those who'd enslave you and your people? Chain you up like animals and enjoy the fruit of your hard labor, leaving you less than the scraps? You say that you feel no shame for what we have but be honest. Does it not anger you even a little bit to have brought someone like me to your bed? A son of a noble who represents everything you hate.
[Richard then reached behind his back to pull out the dagger he always carried with him and shoved it flat against Silco's chest.]
There I'm unarmed. Make your choice, unless you are interested in chasing after the third option.
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Date: 2024-11-11 02:34 pm (UTC)Who said anything about a leash? I slipped the leash long ago, but the collar remains.
[His eyes tracked Richard, and he knew that his lover was perhaps relishing his revelation as he had previous done when he'd struck a nerve on the younger man. It was unusual for someone to call out a tell he wasn't already aware of, and of course his base instinct was to fight when that happened. His expression remained hard with a guarded air about his own thoughts as Richard moved over to him.
Slowly, he pulled his legs back up so that he could settle the flat of his feet on the floor again, both to accommodate his lover suddenly making a move to slide into his lap and in a better position to dump the younger man should he decide to stand. His mismatched eyes stared only at Richard's face, unmoved by the touch to his face for once.]
Oh I don't have to worry about that, now do I Richard? Your motivation in this place requires careful tendering and encouragement, so I think you're going to follow me to a point before you have enough air beneath those wings of yours to take flight. Where will you go, I wonder? [He reached out, fingers dragging down the front of the binder until he could lightly tug at the bottom of it.] You'll leave. I am but a fleeting fancy to you, but you're spoiled for choice yet won't allow yourself to see that truth. My words are permission for you to walk away that you won't yet give yourself.
[His voice was low and soothing, purposefully so. But his tone changed as he considered the second option presented, and there was perhaps an honesty that was well known in the Undercity but never here or even likely in Piltover.] No, you aren't them. I hate every single one of them, but I'm not so foolish to realize I don't need them and their money and their patronage. I will bring them a taste of the fear that they bring us, enslave them with it as they did us. I was so close... [He shifted to sit forward so their noses nearly touched.] Don't you think it's more advantageous for me to never be first on anyone's mind? Just a shadow in the dark, a monster that lurks in the forest or the mines or the streets or wherever. [Did he wish to be first? Perhaps. Would it happen? He doubted it and steeled himself to not caring about it.]
[His hand rose to cover the hand with the knife against his chest, and he made a point to try to curl Richard's fingers around the hilt of it so he could turn the blade to press raw sharp edge to the side of his neck just above the collar of his shirt.]
You haven't seen my rebellious nature, but I suppose a kindred soul will always knows another, noble or peasant. We are the same; the blood on our hands to seize control is enough to drown us both. [With a sudden addition of pressure, he dragged the blade along his skin until a thin line of blood beaded along it then he moved to shove the blade at Richard.] Shall we spill blood together... or apart? [Third option.]
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Date: 2024-11-11 07:32 pm (UTC)When Silco shifts underneath him Richard moves too, sliding his legs on the man's side and knees digging into the hard surface of the chair so that he's straddling his lover properly. With his fingertips mapping the shape of Silco's ever-so-familiar bone structure he listens to his words, his own expression staying unchanging and attentive.
Ah, he can tell that the other man is trying to bait him, fishing out that anger from him again with the mentions of his impassivity and lack of motivation. There was truth in that statement, of course, Richard's willingness to act had been wavering. And, despite this newest move, he still felt couldn't claim to be as invested as the other man was. He was yet to be convinced that this world had anything to offer him but ah. Guess, monsters can't stay idle too long either.
It had been in his intention to just push the knife at the Silco and leave it that, but the fingers curling around his own prevented him from withdrawing his hand. That's fine, then. Keeping his grip on the knife's handle, he allows Silco to guide their hands up and press the sharp edge of the blade against the tender, thin skin of his neck. The mismatched gaze caught the sight of crimson bead, bursting through faint cut. ]
If that truly is the case then stop rattling your chains at me like a sad ghost whenever I look elsewhere. The scorned lover attitude does not become of you. [When Silco pushes the knife back at him, he pulls his hand away from the man's face to grab on the handle to make keep Silco's hold on it. He stretches his neck forward to speak directly to his lover's ear, pressing his place chest against the cool steel.]
But, if there is something else you want say it out loud. Name it and claim it with those blood soaked hands of yours. [His voice drops down to a whisper, dripping of dare and lure. As if to asking the other to go ahead and do it, push the knife and break his skin.]
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Date: 2024-11-12 03:18 am (UTC)He snorted softly at the comment about him rattling chains. That wasn't his intention, but this manner of relationship remained unexpected even after the months that had passed. Perhaps he was a bit cagey waiting for the other shoe to drop, hmm?] Hmm, if I felt scorned, you would know it. I would make no secret of it, and I expect that would be a scenario of mutual destruction.
[His head tipped subtly towards the lips that were by his ear, his eyes fixed on the back of Richard's head which he could still see. He hummed softly as he considered, the sting of the shallow injury sharpening his attention their closeness. His hand flicked the knife tip to drag over skin above Richard's binding.]
Hmmm, such a temptress, as always. The only thing that I want is to celebrate this acquisition with you. It appears you're at least setting down enough roots to wile away the time here. [He did indeed press the knife tip in to break skin and urge out a bead of blood.]
cw: surprise knife and bloodplay?
Date: 2024-11-12 05:00 am (UTC)When Richard feels the sharp of the cool blade poking against his skin, he only leans in closer. He pushes the sharp edge of the weapon along the area above his binder, drawing a curved line along his collar bone. The blood pushes through the incision, pearling up to surface in red smile. Then, he lets go of the weapon and quickly reaches out to grab Silco's short hair to pull his lover's head to the side and expose his neck.
And without saying anything he dibs his own head so that he can close his lips around the small cut on his throat. Tongue pressing flat around the edge of the injury, he begins to suck. The tangy iron taste, accompanied by the saltiness from the dried sweat on the man's skin, hits him like a high -- making his own heart beat faster from excitement and ears ring.
But there is only so much he can get from such small opening. So, it doesn't take even a half of minute for Richard to extract himself from the man -- but not before giving him a harsh bite. His gloved hand still remains in Silco's hair, while the other one moves to smudge the bare fingertips on his own blood.]
I never again want to hear the words "dirty little secret" leave your lips. Do not think that I would ever pick myself a lover that I would treat as less than me. [Then, almost as a sign of a vow, he presses his bloodied fingers against his lover's lips.]
cw: bloodplay omg
Date: 2024-11-12 06:01 am (UTC)That's when his breath shuddered out of him, and he didn't put up more than token resistance as his head was pulled to one side. His blue eye closed and he shifted in his seat - not quite squirming - when he felt Richard's tongue against his neck over the stinging little injury. He experienced the first stirrings of interest, which might have been as surprising as the bite.
Lust built swiftly and one hand reached out to seize his lover by a thigh as his eyes watched Richard. Breathing increased, and he shifted again in the chair, allured and hyperfocused on this strange and not unpleasant turn of events.]
Hmmm, very well... [He stared at Richard, feeling the blood smeared on his lips, and his tongue tip darted out to taste it. His free hand stroked down his lover's arm holding his hair and then snapped out to curl in Richard's hair in return.
He pulled his lover's head back with whatever force necessary barring pulling out hunks of hair and leaned in so he could put his mouth over that bleeding injury, savouring the thousands of pinpricks of sensation where Richard still held his hair.] Equals then....
tbh just gonna assume cws to persist through the entire thread.
Date: 2024-11-12 08:18 pm (UTC)Somehow it felt right that he was making one with Silco here and now. They would lay-low, yes, continue exist in the darkness as two monsters. Equal.
A surprised hiss leaves from Richard's lips when the hand shoots up to brutally grab on his hair, pulling his head back with one violent move. The surprise, however, is short lived and replaced with an excited grin as Richard fights back so that he could look down at his lower. The pull of hair is burning his scalp, overshadowing the prickling pain on his chest. Oh, he knew that Silco had it in him. He had seen the that hidden strength before, too, unleashed in form of a fury at the ghosts of his past.
Richard's own grip remains strong as he fists Silco's hair. But instead of trying to force the man off him, he only pulls him closer -- wrapping his other arm around his lover's neck, cradling his lover against his chest.]
Then.. Let this blood be proof of our covenant.
A great assumption to make
Date: 2024-11-12 08:37 pm (UTC)He normally scoffed at the notion of blood pacts. That was a dangerous game to play where he was from with the Black Rose in existence, but here in the seeming safety of Aldrip, in the dangerous safety of his lover's grip, it was a thrill to experience this. The sting on his neck was far less than the rippling sting of his scalp, and it thrilled him as his mouth lapped at the injury on Richard's chest.
Trapped as he was in his lover's grip, Silco moved his hands down to begin to remove the binding hooks from the bottom up. He smeared blood with his lips from the injury up the side of Richard's neck until he could nip at the corner of his lover's jaw.]
Pillars of romance we are....
[As if to punctuate that, his hands seized the front both sides of the binder and tore the last two hooks to free his lover's chest from the device.]
Kiss me.
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Date: 2024-11-14 04:11 pm (UTC)The air returned to his lungs as the hooks of his binder were opened one by one, Richard's upper body relaxing as the binding pressure was lifted. Surprisingly enough, sex hadn't been first in Richard's mind when he had decided to add his own personalized, tempting twist to their encounter. But now that they were here, lips smeared in each others blood and sharing the same heat, it only felt only natural conclusion to this otherwise... bizarre and tumultuous confrontation.
A satisfied grin spread to Richard's lips as the last hooks were nearly ripped open, ruining the cloth. His hold on his lover alleviates, and he leans his head a back just a bit. With a daring look on his eyes, his stained fingers reach out to rub on his own injury -- catching the fresh red. Then he begins to rub his thumb at his index and middle fingers, smudging their blood together before licking them clean.]
I don't want romance. [No. Romance was for weak, idealistic fools. For people like his brothers.
What he wants is intense heat, something that burns the ice around him and set his soul on fire. To ablaze the darkness within him. He wants to experience the high and excitement of committing this act together.
Then he cranes his neck down, granting Silco's wish sealing their lips together.]
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Date: 2024-11-14 04:56 pm (UTC)He watched with a keen gaze, eyes following each movement that Richard made perched on his lap. He was not unaware of the symbolism of rubbing his and Richard's blood together nor that his lover licked the redness from his fingertips. There was a definite and probably obvious stirring between his legs, and he shifted slightly in the chair so he could part his thighs a little more to accommodate.]
And what do you want, hmm?
[He knew what it was that Richard wanted right now, of course. It was the same as him, and his gaze momentarily skated towards the door of the office. How thick was that, he thought. They had not practiced much at being quiet, not that either of them were particularly noisy lovers; Richard lived in secrecy and Silco wasn't noisy as a rule. Still, there was an added thrill to the risk, no matter how small, of them being discovered.
His attention was brought back around again as their lips sealed together, and he raised a hand to cup the back of Richard's head in response, twisting some dark hair around his fingers to return to that moment before they had cut each other. He tasted more blood, letting it invade his senses and allure him as his other hand slipped up Richard's shirt so he could cup and fondle his lover's breast.]
nsfw. we are in the filth zone now
Date: 2024-11-15 01:10 am (UTC)Richard can feel the passion rising in his lover's body, it was present in his breath, pulse and increasing warmth. And well.. It is safe to say that Silco wasn't the only one affected here. Really, the burning pain both on his scalp and chest only added more to the moment, exciting Richard just further. With a sultry grin on his lips, Richard rolls his hips forward, grinding himself against his lover and pushing his chest into the man's hand all while deepening their kiss.
His tongue passes through Silco's lips, mixing the after taste of whiskey and cigars (that the man no doubt had been enjoying before coming here) with their blood. Breathing heavily through his nose, Richard kept drinking the man's taste, getting drunk on it. And when he finally breaks their kiss, there's a slim thread of saliva between their lips.]
You. [He whispers, voice airy and exhausted. It is simple as that. He has no need for sweet words, beautiful gifts, tender poems and whatsoever. What Richard wants is Silco and what he has to offer. The anger, violence, darkness, greed and broken chains. He wants the monster.
Without elaborating his answer any further, he leans back in -- drowning them back in another kiss.]
we are so filthy
Date: 2024-11-15 11:15 pm (UTC)He parted his lips to oblige the demand, and his tongue stroked and nudged at Richard's. His fingers twisted more into the younger man's hair now that his mouth was occupied and removed from that knife laceration, while he caught Richard's nipple in the space between thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly on the nub of flesh even as his remainer fingers continued to massage that warm flesh.
Yet, a harsher than normal breath escaped him at the answer to his question. He shouldn't be surprised, but the idea of being desired was still strange enough even after this long that it did steal his breath. He shifted under Richard perched in his lap to increase friction.] Me then... [Anything else he might say was cut off when Richard captured his lips again.
His hand moved from one breast to the other neglected one before sliding down to palm through the material of Richard's trousers. The corner of his lips tugged in a confident smirk, even if they were both breathy and already showing their arousal for each other. He could at least take advantage of Richard's.]
this is the containment zone
Date: 2024-11-18 03:05 pm (UTC)Silco had said that Richard had barely taken a glimpse at the rebellion that the man was capable of, and the young man did not doubt it. The words had been like a promise of something darker, a warning for the inevitable storm that was gathering somewhere in the far distance. It made Silco appear more dangerous, and make Richard want the other man even more - as he, too, refused to give up the fight and would not despair. Not even in the presence of someone like him.
The palm pressing his crotch, feeling the already well pronounced erection over the layer of clothing, wrung out a quiet whimper from Richard. Luckily, he could drown the sound to their kiss. This was no Last Drop and the staff hadn't been trained the same way to turn a blind eye to a certain visitation. However, as long as they didn't draw attention to the world behind that door the privacy should be guaranteed.
Knowing the risks, Richard straightens his back as he pulls out from the kiss and sits up from the other man's lap, placing his weight on his knees that were still spread on the chair against Silco's legs. All just so that he could roll his hips better and grind his thighs against that hand, seeking more pressure and friction.]
biohazardous material ahead
Date: 2024-11-23 04:26 pm (UTC)What attracted him to Richard was that the younger man could be inspired to great violence. There was a path they could walk together which was different yet still in the same direction. They were perfectly ordinary people, and yet who could actually stand in the way of their wills?
The thought alone when combined with the sting of the small laceration on his neck rose the heat and focus he had for the younger man. He hadn't felt inspired since... no, there was no room for such thoughts here and now. He leaned into their kiss harder instead, fingers pinching a nipple with a light twist for a hint of pain.
As their mouths parted and Richard rose, he dropped his forehead to rest against the younger man's shoulder, and he breathed warm air across the injury that continued to weep blood. The hand creating friction between Richard's legs moved to accommodate and the new freedom, stroking his lover through the fabric of his clothing.]
...you're going to make a mess. [Said like a promise.]
i'd dare to say that it's close to nuclear waste even
Date: 2024-11-27 03:44 pm (UTC)And well, Silco was right, of course. He was already making a mess of himself as he could tell the wetness growing along with the hardness of his erections. And as how things were going it would not be difficult task at all to make Richard reach the climax here and now before he could even remove the last piece of his clothing. And, yes, there was some allure to the thought -- but Richard had more than enough self-respect not to let himself come undone within his trousers like some fumbling youth at the face of his first sexual encounter.]
We'll see about that. [Richard counters, voice thick of desire. Normally, he is very content with allowing his lover to take the reigns and guide him through each experience, while providing some vague direction himself. But this time was different --who knows, maybe it is the energy from their previous argument and clash of wills that is still fueling him -- and he did not want to stay passive while and just follow along.
He brings his own hands down on Silco's front and begins to open his vest. But after that's done he is really running out of patience. With violent tugs he undoes the yellow cravat and begins to tear older man's shirt open with force -- if there's button or two flying around, he does not care.]
Hands off, Silco. [He says, summoning the sternness to his voice, trying to mask away his own desperation as he brings his own palm down to cup against his lover's groin -- feeling the other man through the fabric.]
welcome to smutty Chernobyl
Date: 2024-11-30 03:31 pm (UTC)He knew that once Richard was aroused, the younger man was hard pressed to stop until the finish line. He knew how to take advantage of that, watch the flush appear on his lover's face, the way that he moved against his hand, the shift of that lithe body and the demands of those lips. It did amuse him to think that the new owner of the inn was going to christen such ownership by climaxing in his own pants in a side room of the establishment.
The corner of his lips pulled in a smirk at the counter, not bothering to reply as he continued to stroke Richard as his lover attacked his vest. There were plenty of clasps, of course, which was classic Zaun fashion. He made an unhappy noise when his shirt was forced open, spying at least two buttons fly off across the room, but honestly, he felt a new flare of heat in his guts at the roughness. It was a good thing he owned the tailor.
He raised his eyebrow at the demand, and his hand stalled for a moment as he considered if he would obey. Slowly he did withdraw his hand as a shuddering sigh escaped him when Richard's hand dropped to cup his very obvious erection still in his own trousers. He leaned forward instead, kissing and biting at the edges of the wound. No hands, only mouth.]
You are the boss in your own house....
The nuclear wasteland where not even insects survive
Date: 2024-12-02 02:59 pm (UTC)And Silco had been doing the same. Pushing him forward and building up his appetite until presenting the meal. Light or no light, he could have power here. He could have bring devil's paradise into reality. The thought of it had breathed life into that flame in his soul, making him to embrace the fight again. He would not be silent.
The edges of the teeth scraping around the bleeding laceration sends a sharp jolt of electricity along his spine right into between his legs. His nipples hardens even more and he swears that his breast just grew a tad bit more heavier. Richard can tell that he is soaking wet and he wants nothing quite as much as to feel more of that friction and reach his climax.
But he decided to ignore those desires in favor of another voice. One that urged him to claim control and watch the man under him squirm. The fingers make a quick, hasty work to free Silco's erection out of the confides of his trousers. He wanted Silco inside him, he wanted to please him with his mouth and watch him come undone. He wanted to make him bleed even more.]
I am. [Richard whispers, voice full of arousal as his hand moved to stroke firmly the hard cock between their bodies.] I'm going to hurt you. And you will like it.
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Date: 2024-12-04 04:28 am (UTC)It was dangerous and beautiful, like peeling back the layers to allow the real Richard to breathe. There would be violence, but if they could aim it, direct it to carve out the kind of spaces where his lover could thrive... well, he would look forward to seeing it.
Yet, true to his word currently, he kept his hands to himself no matter how much he desired sliding his fingers over that skin. His mouth moved down the line of that cut, tasting blood, scraping the edges with his teeth as he felt Richard's hands opening his trousers, and he made a soft noise as he felt that calloused hand grasp his erection. His hips flexed automatically towards that grip.
He lifted his mouth away, nudging the hollow of Richard's throat with his nose and then tipped his head so he could observe his lover with his blue eye. His breath was coming faster, deeper, far more excited as his hips rolled under Richard, following the rise and fall of that hand on his erection.]
Will I? Will you cut me, bite me, scratch me, batter and bruise me? [Each word was a soft hiss between his teeth, an invitation and a quest for what Richard was planning.]
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Date: 2024-12-06 09:09 pm (UTC)Of course, feeding Richard's ambitions and thirst for power came with dangers. He had warned the older man about the blade cutting both ways if he tried to get too close. There was always an underlying chance for their dark desires to collide and crash. After all, Richard was still quite sure that two like-minded monsters could not coexist together for long without the inevitable conflict.
But none of that was in his mind right now. He was fully focused on the breathing of his lover. The eccentric puffs of hot air accompanied with the steady roll of hips bucking into his fist all fed to his own excitement, bringing him into newer heights as he got drunk on the moment. His technique was clumsy and lacking, for sure, considering that he had only so much experience with taking this role. But he hoped to make up for it with his demanding and controlling presence]
I'll mark you and make you bleed. [The words leaves from his lips as soft purr, hands speeding up their motion. Licking his lips, he drops his head down so that he could whisper next words to Silco's ear, curling his back into a ball] So that the next time you'll do even as much as think of the collar left by your previous jailers, you'll instead be reminded of me.
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Date: 2024-12-07 05:36 am (UTC)After all, there was something thrilling about watching Richard come alive like this, taking control and manhandling him a little. His hips fell into a rhythm with each stroke of his lover's hand, though he did shift his legs further apart and dug his heels into the floor so he could find better leverage as he stifled a few soft moans.
He shivered at the threat and promise of injury, raising his eyebrow. It still elicited a shiver of pleasure from him.] That's some possessive behaviour, Richard. I might start to get the impression you want me all to yourself if you do such a thing to me. [Of course, Richard had no idea about his previous jailers, the people that held him back whom he had fought against for a lifetime.] You'll try to taint those old memories, hmm? How bold.
[His mouth kissed then nipped the side of Richard's jaw, not enough to mark but a warning that he might reply in kind. While he wasn't generally possessive, he did enjoy having things he liked close to him.]
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Date: 2024-12-07 09:40 am (UTC)If Silco thought this to be possessive then he was in for surprise. Richard was greedy by nature, not wanting to share anything that he considered 'his'. He was prone to jealousy, though his was hardly as explosive nor spiteful as it was with others, like with his kingmaker for an example.]
It is in my right. You are my lover, Silco. You might be the owner of the night's pleasure but I will still be the only one who will have you.
[He then lowers himself further so that he can close his mouth around the thin cut on his lover's neck. He latches on it like a leech, biting and sucking out the blood.]
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