[Inhaling deep between his lips Richard complies with Silco's instructions and quickly lifts his legs higher, climbing up the man further. While it does make moving easier it still is physically taxing position. He could feel the droplets of sweat form and fall along his thighs, back neck and chest as he bounced himself up and down along the rhythm his lover sets up for them.
The gravity helps, of course, and each time he comes down to meet Silco's hips it feels like the older man manages to push just further in, filling him to the brink. Each thrust was like a force pushing inside, trying to reach up deep his body. And each of the snap of hips was met with a high pitched cry and moan from Richard.
While the events of this encounter had not gone exactly as Richard planned, with them having taking a rather unfortunate detour to murky waters, they had still ended up right where he had intended them to. It had been in his plans to land himself on top of Silco and drain him and take everything out of him. And here he was, pushed up against the window while having the older man pour his everything into him. The frustration, anger, pain and lust. All of them were present here and pouring roughly into Richard, burning him just as he wanted. He could feel the familiar hot and wet pleasure to begin to pool inside him.
And for that, he saw no reason to deny Silco his own request. He leaned in to capture Silco's lips with his own, pulling him into a deep and heated kiss. It was more messier and uncoordinated than what it would normally be, nipping and sucking on his lips, tongue and teeth -- as if he was trying to devour the other man. So lost he was in the passion of their kiss.
The room was filled with wet and lascivious sounds. Skin slapping against skin, lips sucking lips and mouths panting and moaning as they moved together. Then, there was one thrust that brushed less than an inch differently against his walls, rubbing briefly against the bundle of nerves that made his body jerk and stars appear behind his eyes. His own cock, that was still hidden underneath the pooled fabric, twitched in response with some precum leaking out.]
[Once Richard had shifted, Silco slid one hand further up and under Richard to help support the younger man's weight and the angle of their coupling. It was to the benefit of both that they shared the physical requirements of this position, and he shifted his feet further apart to support and allow him to thrust up to meet the fall of Richard's body upon his cock.
His hair, already disheveled from his upend over the couch previous, fell forward into his face, clinging to the sweat beaded on his brow and providing a distinctly unkempt look which only Richard could accomplish consistently. The caress of that dress material against his knees and hips was a contrast to the rough and rigorous meeting of their bodies, and he groaned and hissed out pleasure upon each drop as his lover took his cock deeply.
If anything the detour put him far more in the mood for this type of interaction. So much unspent energy poured into this, tasting Richard on his skin at the same time he felt his shirt collar sticking to the knife wound on his neck. He relented and unleashed all of it upon his lover, feeling that way that Richard responded in kind and taking their pleasure to greater heights as he experienced the warmth of pleasure drown out the previous other emotions.
The kiss was everything that it should be, sharp, painful and bruising, like the clash of their previous encounter in a single gesture. At first, he let Richard have control, his lips bruising at the nips and then he bit back - sharply - and began to fight back. He waged his own war with precise pressures of his lips, using the full effect of his misaligned teeth to catch Richard's lower lip to cut for the taste of blood on his lips.
And of course he noticed that shock of that position catching the younger man just right. He pressed Richard's shoulders harder against the window and moved to repeat hitting that spot again, as many times as he could as hand moved from supporting Richard's thigh to stroke his lover's cock. He hissed into that kiss, sweating making his skin slippery as that pooling heat in his belly grew, pushing him ever closer to that final insistent urge of this act. The lude slap of their bodies only served to heighten his awareness of the fact they crept closer together. He wanted Richard undone. He wanted to come undone himself.]
...Richard... [He hissed against those lips, refusing to break the kiss. It was the only indication to account for his growing frantic thrusting. He was close.]
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Date: 2025-02-09 03:27 am (UTC)The gravity helps, of course, and each time he comes down to meet Silco's hips it feels like the older man manages to push just further in, filling him to the brink. Each thrust was like a force pushing inside, trying to reach up deep his body. And each of the snap of hips was met with a high pitched cry and moan from Richard.
While the events of this encounter had not gone exactly as Richard planned, with them having taking a rather unfortunate detour to murky waters, they had still ended up right where he had intended them to. It had been in his plans to land himself on top of Silco and drain him and take everything out of him. And here he was, pushed up against the window while having the older man pour his everything into him. The frustration, anger, pain and lust. All of them were present here and pouring roughly into Richard, burning him just as he wanted. He could feel the familiar hot and wet pleasure to begin to pool inside him.
And for that, he saw no reason to deny Silco his own request. He leaned in to capture Silco's lips with his own, pulling him into a deep and heated kiss. It was more messier and uncoordinated than what it would normally be, nipping and sucking on his lips, tongue and teeth -- as if he was trying to devour the other man. So lost he was in the passion of their kiss.
The room was filled with wet and lascivious sounds. Skin slapping against skin, lips sucking lips and mouths panting and moaning as they moved together. Then, there was one thrust that brushed less than an inch differently against his walls, rubbing briefly against the bundle of nerves that made his body jerk and stars appear behind his eyes. His own cock, that was still hidden underneath the pooled fabric, twitched in response with some precum leaking out.]
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Date: 2025-02-15 08:35 pm (UTC)His hair, already disheveled from his upend over the couch previous, fell forward into his face, clinging to the sweat beaded on his brow and providing a distinctly unkempt look which only Richard could accomplish consistently. The caress of that dress material against his knees and hips was a contrast to the rough and rigorous meeting of their bodies, and he groaned and hissed out pleasure upon each drop as his lover took his cock deeply.
If anything the detour put him far more in the mood for this type of interaction. So much unspent energy poured into this, tasting Richard on his skin at the same time he felt his shirt collar sticking to the knife wound on his neck. He relented and unleashed all of it upon his lover, feeling that way that Richard responded in kind and taking their pleasure to greater heights as he experienced the warmth of pleasure drown out the previous other emotions.
The kiss was everything that it should be, sharp, painful and bruising, like the clash of their previous encounter in a single gesture. At first, he let Richard have control, his lips bruising at the nips and then he bit back - sharply - and began to fight back. He waged his own war with precise pressures of his lips, using the full effect of his misaligned teeth to catch Richard's lower lip to cut for the taste of blood on his lips.
And of course he noticed that shock of that position catching the younger man just right. He pressed Richard's shoulders harder against the window and moved to repeat hitting that spot again, as many times as he could as hand moved from supporting Richard's thigh to stroke his lover's cock. He hissed into that kiss, sweating making his skin slippery as that pooling heat in his belly grew, pushing him ever closer to that final insistent urge of this act. The lude slap of their bodies only served to heighten his awareness of the fact they crept closer together. He wanted Richard undone. He wanted to come undone himself.]
...Richard... [He hissed against those lips, refusing to break the kiss. It was the only indication to account for his growing frantic thrusting. He was close.]