[When Silco and Richard originally began their secret dalliance their premeditated meetings would take place either in Richard's house or at the upstairs of the Last Drop where the older man's office lied. However, ever since the departure of the man's daughter the nature of their intimate moments had changed from secrecy to something more domestic. Now that Richard had been living with the man for nearly two months there was no need for hushed and hidden encounters in the dark, not now that they shared roof.
And who knows. Maybe it was the lack of the prying eyes, which would love nothing more than to catch Richard on the act and make him face the music, that made him feel more bold than normally. Or maybe it was the silent ire and anxiety looming in their house because of that absence that made him move the way he did? Or perhaps it was the ever so damned, heinous hope that had slithered to his mind, gnawing and eating him slowly from inside out.
Or maybe he was just desperate and horny? That could as well be it.
Well, whatever was the case. There he was, climbing up the stairs in the Last Drop. And just like back in the 'old times' he was wearing his cloak that covered him from head to toe, veiling him in the darkness. The gloved hands pushes the door to the office open, and he walks in. He immediately closes the door behind and reaches for the lock, not wanting to risk in any of the outside world getting in.
Then, without saying anything he walks up to the desk, circling around it and places his hand on top of the paper stack, fingers spread wide. Wordlessly demanding his lover's attention.]
[There had been a considerable internal conflict with Jinx's departure. At first when she was simply away, it had never seemed threatening to have Richard be at the house on a permanent basis. They still made certain to be careful when coming together at night and leaving one another's company in the morning, but the house was extremely safe from prying eyes. The Last Drop was similar, though Silco paid well and threatened even better if any of the staff even so much as whispered about Richard coming around more often than other people.
But Jinx did leave, disappeared from Aldrip and beyond, and he all of his spies had reported that she had no returned. It had given rise to an anger and pettiness that he unleashed on others and very rarely on Richard. His lover had filled part of the massive void in his life that Jinx had filled, but all of his objectives were stalled as he struggled for a few days to cope with his loss. The fact that the enforcer and sister also were gone was an indication of sweeping changes.
His moods were colder, sharper with everyone. He had no interest in being physically close on some days and was clingy and unbearable on others. He spent longer hours working because it was his natural inclination in times of stress as he realigned himself to consider how to make this place pay for what it had taken from him.
He was sitting back in his chair reading through reports of monster attacks and movements mostly, trying to discern a pattern when Richard entered. It wasn't unusual for his lover to find him here, nor was it unusual for the door to be locked for privacy's sake. He barely looked up from flipping from one paper to the next in his lap until the younger man had come around the desk.
His mismatched eyes looked up from the stack of papers still in his lap, sizing up Richard's mood for a moment.]
As busy as I choose to make it. There's always something worth doing.
[He'd seen all the cats of his daughter's cafe adopted and otherwise hadn't moved to repurpose it. He had recently set down money to gain retainership over the Lupin and the Kiramann detective agency. There was valuable information in both, and he took pleasure knowing both of them would hate it that he had any hand in such places.]
[In all honesty, the unexpected mood swings of the man were the most hard to deal with. There were moments when Silco would yield from any physical touch, only for him to drown him in embrace in the following morning. Then sometimes he would be his usual self, while on the other times he'd let his anger and sourness to burst out of him. And needless to say, Richard didn't have enough experience with this kind of co-existence with another human being to be able to understand it. Ever paranoid and fearful of rejection, he could not tell if he was being pushed away with intent or not.
Which had in return had led him staying away. It had already been a couple days since their last conversation. And Richard, confused by his thoughts and emotions, had not returned to Silco's (not theirs) apartment.
But it was those indescribable thoughts and emotions that had led him to the office. The yearn for other person's touch.]
That'll fully depend on you, Silco. [He says, pushing the papers on his desk to the side as he steps closer -- trying to move himself between the older man and the desk. Underneath the hood dark eye looks down at the man, seeking for eye connection.] Are you looking to get rid off me?
[For someone who prided themselves on their personal extreme control of himself and situations, these mood swings were often maddening for him as well. He refused to consider it any more than the season or the uncertainty that he too may disappear and cease to exist. Yes that was all it was. He was stressed Jinx wasn't here and he didn't have enough control to force this place to bring her back.
He had noticed Richard's absence, and that only served to sour his mood further. He had grown used to living with someone and while he enjoyed being an introvert most of the time, he annoyed him that his lover withdrew from him when he probably (but wouldn't admit) he needed him the most. Self reflections of the effects his moods had was not something he bothered with.
So he eyed Richard for the seemingly sudden appearance here. Richard was not particularly confrontational socially, not like Silco who would pick fights because he felt like it. He sat his papers on the edge of the desk but still in easy reach if Richard decided to simply leave again.
Slowly, as if to provide some clue to his current mood of being willing to accept affection and return it tonight, he pushed his chair back a little so there was room for Richard to slip in between him and his desk. He expected Richard would simply sit there as the younger man had done numerous times before.]
Does it? [He folded his hands in his lap, providing his lover with his attention.] Will it be difficult to chase you off if I was inclined to?
[A brief moment silence falls upon them as Richard peers into Silco's face, trying to decipher where his lover's mood had landed on for the day. And to his relief it seemed like the other man was not interested in raising a ruckus nor looking for another, petulant and pointless argument. A small breaks on his rosy lips as he extends his right hand to brush against the side of the other man's neck, gloved fingertips ghosting over the white, thin line left by the healed scar.
And unsurprisingly, Silco wasn't the only one who had been affected by the night spent apart. The first one had gone past in a blink, as Richard had occupied with himself with other tasks and people. But the following? Cold, restless and confusing, filled withe the voices that would heckle and doom him.
The finger moves along the shape of the scar, feeling the pulse beating under the thin skin and tender skin. Oh, how Richard hated himself for being this weak.]
If I leave you might regret it.
[And with that, Richard removes his hand from Silco's person and reached up to undo his cloak. When the heavy cloth drops off his shoulders, falling right on top of the desk, it reveals a black straight dress underneath rather than Richard's usual leather gear. But just like his normal clothing, the dress covers his entire body from the head to toe with the hems scraping the floor and the collar buttoned all up to reach his ears. Though what's more rare than him wearing dress is what he isn't wearing, which is the binder. The shape of his breasts being pronounced and obvious through the fabric of his dress.]
[As if to prove that he wasn't going to slide into being catty, Silco made a point to lean into the fingers as they stroked his neck. The scar was still a little pink so both of them were easily aware of it, a reminder of that tumultuous day where they had still come together regardless. That was a fact that did continue as their relationship deepened: they were too stubborn to let go for long.
His blue eye closed as Richard's fingers continued to caress over the scar, and he lifted a hand to stroke his own fingers over the back of that gloved hand in return. Nights shouldn't be difficult to bear on one's own and yet, he experienced a discomfort at Richard's absence that was made worse with Jinx's ongoing disappearance.]
You sound certain...
[His words trailed off as the cloak slipped off of Richard shoulders and landed heavily on his desk. His mismatched gaze slid over the younger man's attire, immediately noticing the feminine curves that the drape of material formed over. He hummed softly as he sat back in his chair, his hand dropping from Richard's hand to rest lightly on the swell of that hip.]
To what do we owe the occasion, hmm? You look... very attractive.
[Richard can feel the warmth of the other's skin even through the thick leather. And just like that the ice formed by their last discussion was thawed. There was still lingering sourness and disdain from Silco's last parting words, but at the same time Richard knew that there was very little that he wouldn't forgive his lover for.
He hums quietly in satisfaction at Silco's reaction to his attire. The outfit would normally be considered anything but bold, with it's modest cut and concealing shape. It partly even reminded Richard from the outfits he would wear in his own world. But the cloth clung to his body, highlighting the curves and the feminine shape he would normally hide. While he hardly bothered with that in house these days, having grown comfortable being without his protective layer around Silco, he never left the door looking like this. His intentions for this meetings should be obvious.
Richard allows Silco's hand to rest on his hip for a moment, savoring the attention given to him for a bit. He then took a half of a step back and placed his hands on the desk's edges, leaning his weight back.]
I figured we both deserve a little celebrations, with our ventures expanding and thriving. [There had already been plenty of people signing up for Richard's little defense squad, all eager to provide protection and stability while also unconsciously strengthening Richard's influence. And for Silco? The Bar Lupin was ripe to be plucked. Both of them were slowly gaining more control in their own way.
Richard tilted his head to the left a bit and lifted leg up, placing it right between Silco's as he spoke with low and smooth voice.]
[He was keenly aware that Richard spent considerable time hiding those feminine features from any prying eyes other than his own. Even then, it had taken work to encourage Richard to be comfortable simply enjoying nudity with him when it wasn't sex. It was a pleasant surprise to find that his lover had ventured out and about in the wide world in such attire regardless of being covered in a thick cloak. The dress was by no means form fitting like those in Piltover or Zaun, wasn't revealing or tempting, but it showed enough curve to be enticing to him all the same.
It didn't take a genius to understand why Richard had come to his office tonight, and he was intent to allow it to happen as well. This would be a typical type of reunion after they spent a few days apart, and he found some of the day's tension bleeding from his shoulders as he dropped his hand away as Richard moved to lean back on his desk.]
You mean our power consolidating. [He didn't mince words with Richard as he might with others. He had made new moves of course, and Richard was playing a different hand with militaristic plays. He set his hands to the arms of his chair and prepared to stand, but he paused as Richard's foot lifted to settle on his chair.
His eyes glanced down, and he abandoned his initial intent to stand. Instead a hand move to caress up Richard's calf, drawing thick material up to reveal that knee. How scandalous.]
At least you have arrived to warm me then. You have plans for us?
[Otherwise, he might suggest heading to the bedroom that he only used when Richard came to join him at the Last Drop.]
[It was hardly the first time when Richard had worn a dress. In his childhood he had thought that there could be no greater humiliation than dressing up as woman. But the older he got and more he had donned in the feminine clothing the more used to it he had gotten. The feelings of anguish and humiliation had subsided as he became aware the benefits that having a body his could bring. A lot of people were more talkative and less guarded-up when they had a pretty girl on their lap, after all.
Of course, there was a lot of self-loath and twisted hatred present in those moments. But he had also learned that it was less because of the dress itself but rather based on the perception of others. Silco knew his body through and through at this point, having a free access to all parts of it. And yet, despite knowing it all he did not treat Richard any differently from the time they had met.]
What else? [He says, smirking in satisfaction as he watched his lover beneath his long eye-lashes.] There are no political nor physical opponents for us. [That they knew of, that is. Their both individual plans might have been successful and they were gaining both control and power through their own respectable lanes. And so far there hadn't been any critics. Though, Richard knew better than to lull in the sweet bliss of feigned safety. But it did feel good to be successful. And they ought to indulge in it for now.
There's a soft hum from him when Silco's fingers snake up along his calf, lifting up the hem to reveal the bare skin. Did he have plans? Sort of, yes. Richard still could remember so vividly the high of the time at the inn. It had awoken a new hunger within him that he was not aware of before - the dark and twisted desire for control.
But at the moment? He was enjoying the brush of the rough callouses brush against his smooth skin on the leg. It truly felt like he hadn't been touched by another person in ages.]
No one yet, expect potentially each other. I have no interest in contesting your methods as I hope you have no interest in doing so to me. [There was enough of Aldrip that both of their skill sets allowed them to thrive and pull in many Chosen unknowingly. That was focus and talk for another time, even perhaps an hour or so from now, depending on how he and Richard wanted to draw out their little reunion.] We need control to provide people what they need. [Or deny them when they felt like it.
There were a few on his radar who he was watching and seeking information about. People who had power and could wield it if they chose to, or those who played a silly game and could be a threat to both his and Richard's long term planning. After all, he was willing to share with Richard and perhaps not with anyone else.
His hand stroked into the hollow behind Richard's knee, stroking fingers on either side as his other hand rose to push that material higher. He leaned down, brushing his lips just above that knee and then kissing further north from the top of Richard's thigh and then moving down to the softer and normally more sensitive skin between of the inside of his lover's thigh. He made a point of sucking a small mark into that area, aware it was hidden but they'd both be aware of it when others would not. All part of the secrecy that remained.
His hand slid from cupping and stroking the back of Richard's knee to up the back of his lover's thigh. His hand stopped where thigh met rump and stroked back down towards the knee again. He repeated the gesture, massaging lightly as his mouth continued to pepper little kisses. The foot between his legs on his chair made standing difficult, so he hadn't yet attempted though expected through previous history that he would take control physically while Richard may or may not direct him verbally.]
[It had been Silco who had dragged him out of his shell and nudged him towards the position power, awakening his thirsty ambition from its slumber. And while he did not wish to have to shift this dynamic they had to more competitive one nor make the man his enemy. After all, they did benefit from one another, in more ways than one. But that didn't mean that Richard was foolish enough to trust that their present state would last, silently waiting for the other shoe to drop at any given moment. Two monsters could only get along for so long.
A chilling shivers runs down along his spine when Silco's lips make contact with his leg. He eyes narrow as he tales the sight of his lover kissing down on his leg, lips and hands moving up around his calf, feeling the well defined muscles. Normally Richard enjoyed from the hot and rough treatment, feeling the strength of the other's passion in his body -- burning him and then molding him to new.
But at the same time he really did appreciate this kind of slow attention. It warmed his soul in a whole different way. It made him feel almost precious.
The small nibble turned into a brief yet sharp bite right on the tender spot on his thigh, stirring arousal in his guts. He leans further back and lifts his leg up from the chair and gently kicks Silco on the chest, pushing him back away while his hand reached for the knife on the table.]
That's enough of that, Silco. Lean back and hands to yourself.
[As far as he was concerned, it was a good look on Richard rather than that morose sad little man in the forest who hunted and remained silent during many conversations. This sort of initiative was attractive, and he had suspected that there was a lot more for Richard to offer all of Aldrip and their situation. He would prefer to work together as allies than opposition to one another; it had been awhile since he had considered working with another person of similar ambition.
He would, of course, guard himself. He would never forget the first, and he wasn't looking to add a second.
His mouth moved along the smooth velvety skin of Richard's thigh still, taking his time tasting and lavishing such flesh with attention. His hand stroked continually, never going beyond thigh for the moment, though he was always tempted by the swell of that hip. Not yet but soon, he thought.
He hissed in aggravation when there was a foot to his chest pushing him back in his chair. He raised his eyebrow as he regarded Richard, and this time, he made a point of rolling his eyes at the demand. Again, was it? Absolutely not. He'd played that game once last time and it was fine but another night of it?]
How about no? [He moved to push Richard's foot from his chest with a hand as he simultaneously moved to stand up to prevent further pinning to his chair.] I'll take you on my desk, feel you squirm under these hands.
[Richard's hand stops at the handle of the knife, fingers already curling around it and ready to pull it out of the hard wood where it had been jammed stuck. He tilts his head slightly to the side as he eyes his lover, measuring him with his gaze.
The proposition that Silco laid out between them did sound tempting, too. It reminded him from the occasion all those months ago when the older man's appearance had shifted to younger and they had killed together for the first time. But unlike back then, they weren't running high from the freshly spilled blood and riding the waves of the adrenaline. He was not all that sure whether they could capture the animalistic heat and the rage from that time. But.. if it was blood they were lacking, there was a way to fix that.]
Very well. [The fingers withdrew from the knife as Richard brought to his front and began to work the string around the dress' collar open.] If that is the path you wish to travel I'll allow you to try. But be careful, [The string is loosened and pulled off, set next to him on the table. The gloved fingers then move to pop open the two top buttons, revealing some of the pale skin underneath. He then parts his legs, spreading them just enough that Silco can slip between them if he so wishes.] I might bite.
[The map of Piltover had been replaced with a map of Aldrip and yes, the knife tacked it down just the same. He regarded his lover with a suspicious look, trying to discern what Richard was baiting him with and why, expecting there was a reason for the back and forth.
However, he had gained enough trust of the younger man to use less caution than he otherwise might with another person. He pushed that leg aside and slowly pushed himself out of his chair as his lover began to undo the front buttons, and he stepped into the space left from Richard parting his legs. His hands dropped to grasp that material, hiking it up both legs to settle on Richard's upper thighs.
He leaned his face close, their lips a whisper apart as he stroked his fingers along the underside of Richard's knees as he considered dumping the younger man back onto his desk further.] I'm counting on that. Just be cautious, I may bite back.
[Richard keeps unbuttoning the front, revealing is bare skin a bit by bit all the way until almost identical pink line comes to sight. The scar on his left breast, left by the knife from their time at the inn. He rolls his shoulders back, allowing the fabric to fall loose over his shoulders. All that Silco would need to do is dip his chin and look down to have a view of some of the round flesh that formed his breasts.
His heart begins to beat faster when Silco moves closer, bringing up a faint pink flush over his neck and cheeks. Finally some warmth and color to his pale features. He reaches up to coil his hand behind his lover's neck, the leather covered fingers caressing the tender skin below his ear. The closeness of another body, the pair of lips ghosting on his lips, daring hands venturing forward up along his thighs. All of them quietly promising him of something more.
Richard can feel his heart beat faster as he gazed up into Silco's mismatched eyes, lips moving down to brush against the older man's jawline.]
In that case, [He whispers, voice sweet and smooth saccharine. The rosy lips press a chaste kiss on the man's chin and he rolls his hips forward -- tempting the other one to press further.], I suppose it is all matter of who's teeth are the sharpest. [And with that, Richard tilts his head so that their lips can finally meet.
Except not.
The moment their lips come to contact Richard moves. Just in a blink of an eye, his free hand moves to grab the knife - this time actually going for it and pulling it out of the table, while the other one slips down to grab Silco's throat. He uses the sturdy desk for support as he bounces off it, pushing the other man back against the chair while surging after him. All done in one smooth move, clearly sign of long and hard practice of a soldier.]
[His eyes did indeed drop to observe the teasing amount of skin of Richard's chest, the full rise of those breasts hidden, yet he was delighted by the teasing amount of cleavage. Of course his lover would be a tease tonight; he would benefit one way or another, especially as his hands made good on the efforts to hike up Richard's dress further and further up those thighs. His intention of course was to push it high enough to slip a hand between Richard's legs more easily.
The world around them faded to a distant rumble, the beat of the music downstairs nothing more than adding to the ambience to the office. His blue eye half-lid with trust and relaxation, and his lips twisted in a little smirk at the words, having no doubt that they would apply teeth to each other. The thrill of the anticipation drew him in, their lips brushing as he lifted one hand away in order to move on with the next step of this little plan...
...except his blue eye caught the movement to the knife, momentarily stealing his focus away from the rest of Richard. It proved to be a mistake as he felt fingers close on his throat, and he experienced a surge of adrenaline as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. He fell backwards, landing in his chair which rolled towards the window with the sudden weight of them both on it. His hands fell way to grasp the arms of the chair so he could try to stand and dump Richard off of him, put distance in case an impeding attack with the knife was imminent.
His skin had paled, his lips pulling tight in the beginnings of a sneer.]
[Richard had learned that there was power to this body. Something that enchanted the art of deception that he had carefully mastered during his life. The seduction. Men were always somehow much compliant and prone to let their guard down when there was a pretty girl on their lap. Richard had assumed that Silco would be above it but man was a man. Weak to the temptation in one way or another.
It was hardly the most honorable tactic. But he supposes it was only fitting for a demon like him.
The thought of that brought about something dark over Richard's mind, churning his stomach with sourness and twisting his insides.
Fingers curled around the man's throat, adding pressure as he kept pushing the other one back against the chair. The hold is not strong enough to choke, but the warning is there. He could anticipate his lover being tempted to try to kick and stand up. Well, to prevent that Richard stabs the cushion on the chair, jamming the knife on it right next to Silco's neck so that the sharp edge was teasing the sensitive skin.]
Do you still wish to touch me, or is the bite too much? [And with that, Richard finally loosened the hold around Silco's throat. There's a dark, satisfied grin on his face as he sees the struggle on his lover's features. But strangely enough, this time it filled him with something cold and bleak, unlike the last time they had found themselves in similar position.
Richard leans in to press a proper kiss on Silco's lips whispering the following words]
[This encounter was a matter of developed trust between himself and Richard. They had made a bond based on secrets, and this was not the first time either he or Richard had had a disagreement or a conversation ended on a sour note and then they arrived a day or two later to make up with one another. He expected that this was one of those, where he was welcomed to settle back into the normalcy of their relationship which he had come to rely upon.
Of course, all of that was completely upended when Richard turned a dramatic left turn from the usual beats they tended to walk in such situations. He hissed through mismatched teeth at the hand on his throat, panic taking him back to that day in the Pilt, the chair sold but in motion to imitate the water rushing by him. His eyes were wide and pupils dilated, and his lips parted as his breathing escalated as if trying to fill his lungs as much as possible until the air was cut off completely.
His world shrunk momentarily as he froze a few moments before the struggle began, and in the anticipation of a fight, he sliced his neck on the knife blade. He heard the words but didn't register them immediately as he came out of the momentary panic and his eyes actually focused on Richard rather than the spot beyond the younger man's shoulder. He licked his lips, mastering himself even with the adrenaline pumping through his blood and he was barely able to stay seated.
Air rushed into his lungs, and he tried to cover over the panic by clenching his hands on Richard's thighs hard enough to bruise. Grounding himself. It was nothing, it was foreplay. He had this handled or so he told himself, barely registering the kiss until it was an awkward amount of time to respond. He blinked his eye rapidly, mouth still slightly agape and breathing fast and panicky.]
I... here? [The question came out like a hissing croak.]
[There is some irony to the fact that for someone who struggles with his mental health a quite lot, and is prone to both moments of panic and dissociative episodes Richard is completely blind to the signs of them in others. But then again, is that a surprise when he associates his own condition with a curse brought to him by his body. And the only other instance where he had witnessed something similar was in the madness of Henry when the other man had rejected him in fear.
To him there was nothing out of ordinary in this moment. He and Silco had been here before, teasing the danger with the tip of blade and pushing each other to new heights. The elevated heart beat, the quickening of his breath and the merciless grip on his thighs only signaled him that he was doing something right here. That Silco was feeling the thrill like he was.
The sight of fresh red running down his lover's neck brought sense of satisfaction to him. It fit the scene just right, didn't it? Two monsters having a go at each other and all that. So, he pushed in further, capturing Silco's lips with his own as he placed both of his legs around the older man so that he could press his weight on his lap if he so wished to. This chair was much more accommodating for this kind of position than the pathetic excuse of chair back at his own office. He deepens the kiss with a roll of hips, looking to create some friction between their bodies.
His free hand slid down to grab the yellow necktie, loosening it with couple of practiced tugs and pulls. Then, he lets go off the knife's handle and quickly grabs his lover's wrists, fighting forcefully the hands off his thighs so that he could bring them together and bind with his lover's own tie.]
[Normally he was all for Richard taking a bit of control, pushing him to have to wrestle it back. He was not interested in docile damsels, and technically Richard wasn't even the body type that stole his attention but the combination of scars and ambition and secrets overrode his usual tastes. It seemed fitting that he would bed with someone like Richard then, after swearing off of any type of relationship for decades.
He was experiencing something, but it had nothing to do with a thrill. The pain to his neck only layered on the sense of rising panic, warm blood spilling down to mark the collar of his shirt and even stain his white cravat as he shifted in the chair as if he might make the first attempt to stand, even as his blunt nails dug in harder to ground him in the moment. He stared as Richard's face, lips barely moving in the kiss despite keenly aware of it occurring and that his participation was likely warranted. All he could think was that he had to have control again, that this wasn't the Pilt, wasn't back then when weakness had overtaken him.
The friction in his lap brought him briefly back to the room, and he made a point of biting Richard's lower lip hard enough to experience a momentary sensation that control was possible. Unfortunately, the tendrils of panic didn't allow his body to respond to the friction of Richard's grinding, but it did force him to relent in some of the grip of the younger man's thighs.
He could do this. His hands shifted so that he could pull and tug the material up around Richard's waist, trying to inject himself back into the moment now that the threat of choking had abated. He was sliding his hands around Richard took hold of them, lashing them together with this silk tie. His response was to make a grab for the knife still embedded in his chair.]
[Silco was being way too silent. There was no snarky remark or comment of the situation, no bite or sneer. No fight. Just this strange passivity that did not belong to him. It did not belong to them. It made him feel uneasy, a distant memory of another body going still against him and the following cold ice that froze the blood in his veins. His stomach twists and throat tightens -- as if he was the one who was being choked here.
However, just as he was about to withdraw away so that he could take a look at his lover's face Richard feels a strong and sharp sting on his lower lip and the press on his tights bruising the soft skin. Ah yes. There he is.
He pants to their kiss, drawing back just a hair that he can give his lip a quick lick to see whether he could taste blood. And that is when he catches the glimpse of Silco reaching up with his bound hands for the knife. Well, unfortunately for him Richard is faster. So he shoots his hand up to grab the blade's handle while the other one takes a hold of the older man's wrists, forcing them up above his head. And again, to keep him disarmed and at his mercy, Richard stabs the weapon right below the knot on the cravat to pin his hands.]
[His eyes flicked down to Richard's lips as well when the younger man withdrew, and he felt a brief sliver of control returning to his side of the swinging pendulum. His fingers move to close on the hilt of the blade which had cut into him previously and the injury still wept blood even now, but he was discovered.
Instead, he inhaled sharply as his wrists were seized and forced above his head. The blade sunk into his chair a second time, but this time even as he twisted his wrists with increasing force, he couldn't pull them free of his cravat nor off the blade. He didn't have the leverage to pull the blade out of where it was embedded, and he shifted his body and rolled his shoulders to attempt to find that necessary leverage. Of course, Richard being a far better combatant than himself found the exact spot that kept his the material tight around his wrists so he couldn't squirm one hand or the other out of the binding.
He bucked his hips, digging his heels into the floor as his mismatched eyes focused on Richard. For now, he felt in control enough to be able to focus on his lover, recognizing him compared to before when there were fingers around his throat.]
Now you've gone and damaged my favourite chair....
We will get you a new one. [Richard voice is low, words slipping past his tongue as he raised to his knees so that he could loom over the other man, eyes watching his expression keenly.
He knew how fond of Silco was this office of his and all the decor that came with it. He assumed that the sentimentality was born from the sense of home that the Last Drop brought to him. But despite that, he had to admit that he had never ever seen a man so attached to a chair. One would think it was the throne itself.
Done with incapacitating his lover Richard brings his hands down. One leather covered finger trailed down the fresh crimson line on Silco's neck, making sure to wet the tip with the blood before bringing it back to his mouth - smearing it over his already red and swollen lips.]
[Despite the futility of it, Silco continued to twist and jerk his wrists where they were bound, trying to find some way to pull one or both free. It held fast, and never let it be said that he didn't invest in quality fabrics regardless of it being to his detriment currently.]
I don't want a new one. I have this one.
[This was the chair that he had once spent most of his nights sleeping in. He's managed political maneuverings, assassinations, thwarted enemies and rivals from this vantage point. This was where he was most comfortable, and it was less a dislike for the damage to his furniture and more that it was focusing him on the act of offering complaint over stamping down the anxiety of his current position. He had been tied up before, and he knew that Richard was prying control away from him using physicality.
He twitched his head and neck away from the gloved finger stroking the recent injury to his neck. He breathed harder than plainly necessary for this situation, and the pain from the wound was a reminder of how he had nearly lost complete control. He stared at his lover, slowly calming again as the familiar act which reminded him of the most recent time in Richard's office. A superior chair was making things worthwhile at the very least.
He tipped his chin up and slightly away, showing defiance.]
[There is yet another flash of hesitation in Richard when Silco turn his head away from the touch. For half of a second his hand balks and the eyes narrow a small hesitation. He can tell that something is off here, but not put a finger on what they're missing. But the defiant glare that he gains from his lover is enough to unfreeze the movement. The words, despite the fight and discontent within them, are enough to budge the boulder off his chest
It's alright Silco still wants him. He is not rejecting him here.
Richard takes a deep breath, swallowing more of the poisonous doubts as he leaned more into the moment. He licks the blood off his lips and grabs his lover's jaw into a tight hold and forces their eyes to meet. His free hand slipping down between their bodies, fingers beginning to unbuckle the belt.]
Nay. [He says, summoning the sense of authority to his voice as he tugs and pulls on the belt until it clicks free.] I think I like you this way. You wear bonds surprisingly well.
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cw: nsfw, ptsd, dub-con undertones maybe?? Dead Dove Do Not Eat etc.
Date: 2024-12-22 01:42 am (UTC)And who knows. Maybe it was the lack of the prying eyes, which would love nothing more than to catch Richard on the act and make him face the music, that made him feel more bold than normally. Or maybe it was the silent ire and anxiety looming in their house because of that absence that made him move the way he did? Or perhaps it was the ever so damned, heinous hope that had slithered to his mind, gnawing and eating him slowly from inside out.
Or maybe he was just desperate and horny? That could as well be it.
Well, whatever was the case. There he was, climbing up the stairs in the Last Drop. And just like back in the 'old times' he was wearing his cloak that covered him from head to toe, veiling him in the darkness. The gloved hands pushes the door to the office open, and he walks in. He immediately closes the door behind and reaches for the lock, not wanting to risk in any of the outside world getting in.
Then, without saying anything he walks up to the desk, circling around it and places his hand on top of the paper stack, fingers spread wide. Wordlessly demanding his lover's attention.]
Busy night is it?
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Date: 2024-12-22 02:06 am (UTC)But Jinx did leave, disappeared from Aldrip and beyond, and he all of his spies had reported that she had no returned. It had given rise to an anger and pettiness that he unleashed on others and very rarely on Richard. His lover had filled part of the massive void in his life that Jinx had filled, but all of his objectives were stalled as he struggled for a few days to cope with his loss. The fact that the enforcer and sister also were gone was an indication of sweeping changes.
His moods were colder, sharper with everyone. He had no interest in being physically close on some days and was clingy and unbearable on others. He spent longer hours working because it was his natural inclination in times of stress as he realigned himself to consider how to make this place pay for what it had taken from him.
He was sitting back in his chair reading through reports of monster attacks and movements mostly, trying to discern a pattern when Richard entered. It wasn't unusual for his lover to find him here, nor was it unusual for the door to be locked for privacy's sake. He barely looked up from flipping from one paper to the next in his lap until the younger man had come around the desk.
His mismatched eyes looked up from the stack of papers still in his lap, sizing up Richard's mood for a moment.]
As busy as I choose to make it. There's always something worth doing.
[He'd seen all the cats of his daughter's cafe adopted and otherwise hadn't moved to repurpose it. He had recently set down money to gain retainership over the Lupin and the Kiramann detective agency. There was valuable information in both, and he took pleasure knowing both of them would hate it that he had any hand in such places.]
Are you here to make my night more or less busy?
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Date: 2024-12-22 06:21 pm (UTC)Which had in return had led him staying away. It had already been a couple days since their last conversation. And Richard, confused by his thoughts and emotions, had not returned to Silco's (not theirs) apartment.
But it was those indescribable thoughts and emotions that had led him to the office. The yearn for other person's touch.]
That'll fully depend on you, Silco. [He says, pushing the papers on his desk to the side as he steps closer -- trying to move himself between the older man and the desk. Underneath the hood dark eye looks down at the man, seeking for eye connection.] Are you looking to get rid off me?
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Date: 2024-12-22 07:01 pm (UTC)He had noticed Richard's absence, and that only served to sour his mood further. He had grown used to living with someone and while he enjoyed being an introvert most of the time, he annoyed him that his lover withdrew from him when he probably (but wouldn't admit) he needed him the most. Self reflections of the effects his moods had was not something he bothered with.
So he eyed Richard for the seemingly sudden appearance here. Richard was not particularly confrontational socially, not like Silco who would pick fights because he felt like it. He sat his papers on the edge of the desk but still in easy reach if Richard decided to simply leave again.
Slowly, as if to provide some clue to his current mood of being willing to accept affection and return it tonight, he pushed his chair back a little so there was room for Richard to slip in between him and his desk. He expected Richard would simply sit there as the younger man had done numerous times before.]
Does it? [He folded his hands in his lap, providing his lover with his attention.] Will it be difficult to chase you off if I was inclined to?
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Date: 2024-12-22 10:35 pm (UTC)And unsurprisingly, Silco wasn't the only one who had been affected by the night spent apart. The first one had gone past in a blink, as Richard had occupied with himself with other tasks and people. But the following? Cold, restless and confusing, filled withe the voices that would heckle and doom him.
The finger moves along the shape of the scar, feeling the pulse beating under the thin skin and tender skin. Oh, how Richard hated himself for being this weak.]
If I leave you might regret it.
[And with that, Richard removes his hand from Silco's person and reached up to undo his cloak. When the heavy cloth drops off his shoulders, falling right on top of the desk, it reveals a black straight dress underneath rather than Richard's usual leather gear. But just like his normal clothing, the dress covers his entire body from the head to toe with the hems scraping the floor and the collar buttoned all up to reach his ears. Though what's more rare than him wearing dress is what he isn't wearing, which is the binder. The shape of his breasts being pronounced and obvious through the fabric of his dress.]
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Date: 2024-12-23 02:39 am (UTC)His blue eye closed as Richard's fingers continued to caress over the scar, and he lifted a hand to stroke his own fingers over the back of that gloved hand in return. Nights shouldn't be difficult to bear on one's own and yet, he experienced a discomfort at Richard's absence that was made worse with Jinx's ongoing disappearance.]
You sound certain...
[His words trailed off as the cloak slipped off of Richard shoulders and landed heavily on his desk. His mismatched gaze slid over the younger man's attire, immediately noticing the feminine curves that the drape of material formed over. He hummed softly as he sat back in his chair, his hand dropping from Richard's hand to rest lightly on the swell of that hip.]
To what do we owe the occasion, hmm? You look... very attractive.
[Okay, Richard had his full attention.]
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Date: 2024-12-23 10:40 am (UTC)He hums quietly in satisfaction at Silco's reaction to his attire. The outfit would normally be considered anything but bold, with it's modest cut and concealing shape. It partly even reminded Richard from the outfits he would wear in his own world. But the cloth clung to his body, highlighting the curves and the feminine shape he would normally hide. While he hardly bothered with that in house these days, having grown comfortable being without his protective layer around Silco, he never left the door looking like this. His intentions for this meetings should be obvious.
Richard allows Silco's hand to rest on his hip for a moment, savoring the attention given to him for a bit. He then took a half of a step back and placed his hands on the desk's edges, leaning his weight back.]
I figured we both deserve a little celebrations, with our ventures expanding and thriving. [There had already been plenty of people signing up for Richard's little defense squad, all eager to provide protection and stability while also unconsciously strengthening Richard's influence. And for Silco? The Bar Lupin was ripe to be plucked. Both of them were slowly gaining more control in their own way.
Richard tilted his head to the left a bit and lifted leg up, placing it right between Silco's as he spoke with low and smooth voice.]
And it's far too cold for you to be here alone.
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Date: 2024-12-23 04:18 pm (UTC)It didn't take a genius to understand why Richard had come to his office tonight, and he was intent to allow it to happen as well. This would be a typical type of reunion after they spent a few days apart, and he found some of the day's tension bleeding from his shoulders as he dropped his hand away as Richard moved to lean back on his desk.]
You mean our power consolidating. [He didn't mince words with Richard as he might with others. He had made new moves of course, and Richard was playing a different hand with militaristic plays. He set his hands to the arms of his chair and prepared to stand, but he paused as Richard's foot lifted to settle on his chair.
His eyes glanced down, and he abandoned his initial intent to stand. Instead a hand move to caress up Richard's calf, drawing thick material up to reveal that knee. How scandalous.]
At least you have arrived to warm me then. You have plans for us?
[Otherwise, he might suggest heading to the bedroom that he only used when Richard came to join him at the Last Drop.]
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Date: 2024-12-23 11:39 pm (UTC)Of course, there was a lot of self-loath and twisted hatred present in those moments. But he had also learned that it was less because of the dress itself but rather based on the perception of others. Silco knew his body through and through at this point, having a free access to all parts of it. And yet, despite knowing it all he did not treat Richard any differently from the time they had met.]
What else? [He says, smirking in satisfaction as he watched his lover beneath his long eye-lashes.] There are no political nor physical opponents for us. [That they knew of, that is. Their both individual plans might have been successful and they were gaining both control and power through their own respectable lanes. And so far there hadn't been any critics. Though, Richard knew better than to lull in the sweet bliss of feigned safety. But it did feel good to be successful. And they ought to indulge in it for now.
There's a soft hum from him when Silco's fingers snake up along his calf, lifting up the hem to reveal the bare skin. Did he have plans? Sort of, yes. Richard still could remember so vividly the high of the time at the inn. It had awoken a new hunger within him that he was not aware of before - the dark and twisted desire for control.
But at the moment? He was enjoying the brush of the rough callouses brush against his smooth skin on the leg. It truly felt like he hadn't been touched by another person in ages.]
Touch me more.
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Date: 2024-12-24 03:01 pm (UTC)There were a few on his radar who he was watching and seeking information about. People who had power and could wield it if they chose to, or those who played a silly game and could be a threat to both his and Richard's long term planning. After all, he was willing to share with Richard and perhaps not with anyone else.
His hand stroked into the hollow behind Richard's knee, stroking fingers on either side as his other hand rose to push that material higher. He leaned down, brushing his lips just above that knee and then kissing further north from the top of Richard's thigh and then moving down to the softer and normally more sensitive skin between of the inside of his lover's thigh. He made a point of sucking a small mark into that area, aware it was hidden but they'd both be aware of it when others would not. All part of the secrecy that remained.
His hand slid from cupping and stroking the back of Richard's knee to up the back of his lover's thigh. His hand stopped where thigh met rump and stroked back down towards the knee again. He repeated the gesture, massaging lightly as his mouth continued to pepper little kisses. The foot between his legs on his chair made standing difficult, so he hadn't yet attempted though expected through previous history that he would take control physically while Richard may or may not direct him verbally.]
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Date: 2024-12-24 08:43 pm (UTC)A chilling shivers runs down along his spine when Silco's lips make contact with his leg. He eyes narrow as he tales the sight of his lover kissing down on his leg, lips and hands moving up around his calf, feeling the well defined muscles. Normally Richard enjoyed from the hot and rough treatment, feeling the strength of the other's passion in his body -- burning him and then molding him to new.
But at the same time he really did appreciate this kind of slow attention. It warmed his soul in a whole different way. It made him feel almost precious.
The small nibble turned into a brief yet sharp bite right on the tender spot on his thigh, stirring arousal in his guts. He leans further back and lifts his leg up from the chair and gently kicks Silco on the chest, pushing him back away while his hand reached for the knife on the table.]
That's enough of that, Silco. Lean back and hands to yourself.
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Date: 2024-12-24 11:47 pm (UTC)He would, of course, guard himself. He would never forget the first, and he wasn't looking to add a second.
His mouth moved along the smooth velvety skin of Richard's thigh still, taking his time tasting and lavishing such flesh with attention. His hand stroked continually, never going beyond thigh for the moment, though he was always tempted by the swell of that hip. Not yet but soon, he thought.
He hissed in aggravation when there was a foot to his chest pushing him back in his chair. He raised his eyebrow as he regarded Richard, and this time, he made a point of rolling his eyes at the demand. Again, was it? Absolutely not. He'd played that game once last time and it was fine but another night of it?]
How about no? [He moved to push Richard's foot from his chest with a hand as he simultaneously moved to stand up to prevent further pinning to his chair.] I'll take you on my desk, feel you squirm under these hands.
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Date: 2024-12-25 01:12 pm (UTC)The proposition that Silco laid out between them did sound tempting, too. It reminded him from the occasion all those months ago when the older man's appearance had shifted to younger and they had killed together for the first time. But unlike back then, they weren't running high from the freshly spilled blood and riding the waves of the adrenaline. He was not all that sure whether they could capture the animalistic heat and the rage from that time. But.. if it was blood they were lacking, there was a way to fix that.]
Very well. [The fingers withdrew from the knife as Richard brought to his front and began to work the string around the dress' collar open.] If that is the path you wish to travel I'll allow you to try. But be careful, [The string is loosened and pulled off, set next to him on the table. The gloved fingers then move to pop open the two top buttons, revealing some of the pale skin underneath. He then parts his legs, spreading them just enough that Silco can slip between them if he so wishes.] I might bite.
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Date: 2024-12-25 04:24 pm (UTC)However, he had gained enough trust of the younger man to use less caution than he otherwise might with another person. He pushed that leg aside and slowly pushed himself out of his chair as his lover began to undo the front buttons, and he stepped into the space left from Richard parting his legs. His hands dropped to grasp that material, hiking it up both legs to settle on Richard's upper thighs.
He leaned his face close, their lips a whisper apart as he stroked his fingers along the underside of Richard's knees as he considered dumping the younger man back onto his desk further.] I'm counting on that. Just be cautious, I may bite back.
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Date: 2024-12-26 02:18 am (UTC)His heart begins to beat faster when Silco moves closer, bringing up a faint pink flush over his neck and cheeks. Finally some warmth and color to his pale features. He reaches up to coil his hand behind his lover's neck, the leather covered fingers caressing the tender skin below his ear. The closeness of another body, the pair of lips ghosting on his lips, daring hands venturing forward up along his thighs. All of them quietly promising him of something more.
Richard can feel his heart beat faster as he gazed up into Silco's mismatched eyes, lips moving down to brush against the older man's jawline.]
In that case, [He whispers, voice sweet and smooth saccharine. The rosy lips press a chaste kiss on the man's chin and he rolls his hips forward -- tempting the other one to press further.], I suppose it is all matter of who's teeth are the sharpest. [And with that, Richard tilts his head so that their lips can finally meet.
Except not.
The moment their lips come to contact Richard moves. Just in a blink of an eye, his free hand moves to grab the knife - this time actually going for it and pulling it out of the table, while the other one slips down to grab Silco's throat. He uses the sturdy desk for support as he bounces off it, pushing the other man back against the chair while surging after him. All done in one smooth move, clearly sign of long and hard practice of a soldier.]
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Date: 2024-12-26 06:53 pm (UTC)The world around them faded to a distant rumble, the beat of the music downstairs nothing more than adding to the ambience to the office. His blue eye half-lid with trust and relaxation, and his lips twisted in a little smirk at the words, having no doubt that they would apply teeth to each other. The thrill of the anticipation drew him in, their lips brushing as he lifted one hand away in order to move on with the next step of this little plan...
...except his blue eye caught the movement to the knife, momentarily stealing his focus away from the rest of Richard. It proved to be a mistake as he felt fingers close on his throat, and he experienced a surge of adrenaline as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. He fell backwards, landing in his chair which rolled towards the window with the sudden weight of them both on it. His hands fell way to grasp the arms of the chair so he could try to stand and dump Richard off of him, put distance in case an impeding attack with the knife was imminent.
His skin had paled, his lips pulling tight in the beginnings of a sneer.]
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Date: 2024-12-27 12:42 am (UTC)It was hardly the most honorable tactic. But he supposes it was only fitting for a demon like him.
The thought of that brought about something dark over Richard's mind, churning his stomach with sourness and twisting his insides.
Fingers curled around the man's throat, adding pressure as he kept pushing the other one back against the chair. The hold is not strong enough to choke, but the warning is there. He could anticipate his lover being tempted to try to kick and stand up. Well, to prevent that Richard stabs the cushion on the chair, jamming the knife on it right next to Silco's neck so that the sharp edge was teasing the sensitive skin.]
Do you still wish to touch me, or is the bite too much? [And with that, Richard finally loosened the hold around Silco's throat. There's a dark, satisfied grin on his face as he sees the struggle on his lover's features. But strangely enough, this time it filled him with something cold and bleak, unlike the last time they had found themselves in similar position.
Richard leans in to press a proper kiss on Silco's lips whispering the following words]
I want you inside me.
cw: ptsd panic attack
Date: 2024-12-27 02:39 am (UTC)Of course, all of that was completely upended when Richard turned a dramatic left turn from the usual beats they tended to walk in such situations. He hissed through mismatched teeth at the hand on his throat, panic taking him back to that day in the Pilt, the chair sold but in motion to imitate the water rushing by him. His eyes were wide and pupils dilated, and his lips parted as his breathing escalated as if trying to fill his lungs as much as possible until the air was cut off completely.
His world shrunk momentarily as he froze a few moments before the struggle began, and in the anticipation of a fight, he sliced his neck on the knife blade. He heard the words but didn't register them immediately as he came out of the momentary panic and his eyes actually focused on Richard rather than the spot beyond the younger man's shoulder. He licked his lips, mastering himself even with the adrenaline pumping through his blood and he was barely able to stay seated.
Air rushed into his lungs, and he tried to cover over the panic by clenching his hands on Richard's thighs hard enough to bruise. Grounding himself. It was nothing, it was foreplay. He had this handled or so he told himself, barely registering the kiss until it was an awkward amount of time to respond. He blinked his eye rapidly, mouth still slightly agape and breathing fast and panicky.]
I... here? [The question came out like a hissing croak.]
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Date: 2024-12-27 09:45 am (UTC)and is prone to both moments of panic and dissociative episodes Richard is completely blind to the signs of them in others. But then again, is that a surprise when he associates his own condition with a curse brought to him by his body. And the only other instance where he had witnessed something similar was in the madness of Henry when the other man had rejected him in fear.
To him there was nothing out of ordinary in this moment. He and Silco had been here before, teasing the danger with the tip of blade and pushing each other to new heights. The elevated heart beat, the quickening of his breath and the merciless grip on his thighs only signaled him that he was doing something right here. That Silco was feeling the thrill like he was.
The sight of fresh red running down his lover's neck brought sense of satisfaction to him. It fit the scene just right, didn't it? Two monsters having a go at each other and all that. So, he pushed in further, capturing Silco's lips with his own as he placed both of his legs around the older man so that he could press his weight on his lap if he so wished to. This chair was much more accommodating for this kind of position than the pathetic excuse of chair back at his own office. He deepens the kiss with a roll of hips, looking to create some friction between their bodies.
His free hand slid down to grab the yellow necktie, loosening it with couple of practiced tugs and pulls. Then, he lets go off the knife's handle and quickly grabs his lover's wrists, fighting forcefully the hands off his thighs so that he could bring them together and bind with his lover's own tie.]
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Date: 2024-12-29 06:54 pm (UTC)He was experiencing something, but it had nothing to do with a thrill. The pain to his neck only layered on the sense of rising panic, warm blood spilling down to mark the collar of his shirt and even stain his white cravat as he shifted in the chair as if he might make the first attempt to stand, even as his blunt nails dug in harder to ground him in the moment. He stared as Richard's face, lips barely moving in the kiss despite keenly aware of it occurring and that his participation was likely warranted. All he could think was that he had to have control again, that this wasn't the Pilt, wasn't back then when weakness had overtaken him.
The friction in his lap brought him briefly back to the room, and he made a point of biting Richard's lower lip hard enough to experience a momentary sensation that control was possible. Unfortunately, the tendrils of panic didn't allow his body to respond to the friction of Richard's grinding, but it did force him to relent in some of the grip of the younger man's thighs.
He could do this. His hands shifted so that he could pull and tug the material up around Richard's waist, trying to inject himself back into the moment now that the threat of choking had abated. He was sliding his hands around Richard took hold of them, lashing them together with this silk tie. His response was to make a grab for the knife still embedded in his chair.]
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Date: 2024-12-29 10:41 pm (UTC)However, just as he was about to withdraw away so that he could take a look at his lover's face Richard feels a strong and sharp sting on his lower lip and the press on his tights bruising the soft skin. Ah yes. There he is.
He pants to their kiss, drawing back just a hair that he can give his lip a quick lick to see whether he could taste blood. And that is when he catches the glimpse of Silco reaching up with his bound hands for the knife. Well, unfortunately for him Richard is faster. So he shoots his hand up to grab the blade's handle while the other one takes a hold of the older man's wrists, forcing them up above his head. And again, to keep him disarmed and at his mercy, Richard stabs the weapon right below the knot on the cravat to pin his hands.]
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Date: 2024-12-29 11:03 pm (UTC)Instead, he inhaled sharply as his wrists were seized and forced above his head. The blade sunk into his chair a second time, but this time even as he twisted his wrists with increasing force, he couldn't pull them free of his cravat nor off the blade. He didn't have the leverage to pull the blade out of where it was embedded, and he shifted his body and rolled his shoulders to attempt to find that necessary leverage. Of course, Richard being a far better combatant than himself found the exact spot that kept his the material tight around his wrists so he couldn't squirm one hand or the other out of the binding.
He bucked his hips, digging his heels into the floor as his mismatched eyes focused on Richard. For now, he felt in control enough to be able to focus on his lover, recognizing him compared to before when there were fingers around his throat.]
Now you've gone and damaged my favourite chair....
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Date: 2024-12-30 01:36 am (UTC)He knew how fond of Silco was this office of his and all the decor that came with it. He assumed that the sentimentality was born from the sense of home that the Last Drop brought to him. But despite that, he had to admit that he had never ever seen a man so attached to a chair. One would think it was the throne itself.
Done with incapacitating his lover Richard brings his hands down. One leather covered finger trailed down the fresh crimson line on Silco's neck, making sure to wet the tip with the blood before bringing it back to his mouth - smearing it over his already red and swollen lips.]
Speak Silco. What do you want?
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Date: 2024-12-30 02:06 am (UTC)I don't want a new one. I have this one.
[This was the chair that he had once spent most of his nights sleeping in. He's managed political maneuverings, assassinations, thwarted enemies and rivals from this vantage point. This was where he was most comfortable, and it was less a dislike for the damage to his furniture and more that it was focusing him on the act of offering complaint over stamping down the anxiety of his current position. He had been tied up before, and he knew that Richard was prying control away from him using physicality.
He twitched his head and neck away from the gloved finger stroking the recent injury to his neck. He breathed harder than plainly necessary for this situation, and the pain from the wound was a reminder of how he had nearly lost complete control. He stared at his lover, slowly calming again as the familiar act which reminded him of the most recent time in Richard's office. A superior chair was making things worthwhile at the very least.
He tipped his chin up and slightly away, showing defiance.]
My hands free and you naked.
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Date: 2025-01-02 05:16 pm (UTC)It's alright Silco still wants him. He is not rejecting him here.
Richard takes a deep breath, swallowing more of the poisonous doubts as he leaned more into the moment. He licks the blood off his lips and grabs his lover's jaw into a tight hold and forces their eyes to meet. His free hand slipping down between their bodies, fingers beginning to unbuckle the belt.]
Nay. [He says, summoning the sense of authority to his voice as he tugs and pulls on the belt until it clicks free.] I think I like you this way. You wear bonds surprisingly well.
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