#severich rp

You: No. RB Yes, of a sort. I'll just move it to the closet. RB

Stranger: Right. Sorry. Isn't Sebastian meeting you for dinner tomorrow? I'll ask him to take it with him. SvM

You: No. He's not. RB I decided not to go. RB

Stranger: Really. Oh, okay. Well. Just - you know, let me know when you're home and I'll pick everything up. I still do sort of need you to sign the papers as well. SvM

You: Of course. How could I have forgotten? RB How about you leave the papers with me? I'll put a key by the door, you can let yourself in and take your things and just leave the papers behind. RB

Stranger: Yeah. Okay. That's probably for the best. SvM

You: Then you won't have to worry about anything. RB

Stranger: I'm not worrying about anything. SvM

You: Right. Good. RB Are you okay then? Not been too busy, I hope. RB

Stranger: Life goes on, doesn't it. Jim doesn't exactly cut me any slack. SvM

You: I could talk to him. RB

Stranger: No, that's fine. He's right. SvM

You: He's right? RB

Stranger: To be angry with me. SvM

You: Why? What did you do? RB

Stranger: Ruin things with you. He's not amused. You know that. SvM

You: You didn't ruin anything with me. RB I'll talk to him. RB

Stranger: We're getting a divorce, Richard. I think that says more than enough. SvM Don't do that. I'm serious. SvM

You: Allow me to do at least one right thing, Severin. RB It's not your fault. RB

Stranger: It'll just get worse if you talk to him, Richie, okay? I'd rather you didn't. SvM Richard. I meant Richard. SvM

You: [Delayed] I won't let him be cruel to you because I-I need to talk to him. RB

Stranger: Why do you think this is your fault? SvM

You: How hard do he push you? RB

Stranger: It doesn't matter. SvM

Stranger: Why do you think it's your fault? SvM

You: It does matter. RB And that's not important. RB

Stranger: It doesn't, and it is. SvM

You: It does, and it's not. RB

Stranger: If I answer your question, you'll answer mine, deal? SvM

You: Fine. RB You first. RB

Stranger: I'm making long work days is all. I start at seven or eight every morning and I'm done at about ten or eleven. Jim's planning on hiring a bunch of new employees so I've been doing lots of background checks. I've been going to meetings as well, and I do a few field jobs every week, with a team. That needs lots of planning in advance as well, so - you know. I'm not bored. Your turn. SvM

You: He working you too hard. I'm going to talk to him, and if he doesn't lighten it, I'm going to ignore him for months. RB

Stranger: Don't, Richard. I'm serious. He has every right to be furious with me. Hell, I am furious with me. SvM Now answer my question. SvM

You: I'm not answering it, I lied. RB I'm going to call him right now. RB

Stranger: Don't be like that. Come on. SvM

You: Not unless you call me Richie again. RB

Stranger: Richie. Come on. Tell me. Please. SvM

You: [Delayed] Because I am selfish and spoiled. RB

Stranger: What? SvM

Stranger: No. No, hold on. You're neither of this things. What makes you think that? SvM

You: Because I am, Severin. RB I take and take, and I really should've done something. RB I should have been much better and nicer, and done more things for you. RB

Stranger: Rich, this doesn't sound like anything I experienced while we were together. I mean that. SvM I really don't feel like bringing up just how amazing you were, okay? I fucking miss you. You were so great. You were incredibly nice and you did so much for me, if that's what bothers you. Sometimes maybe a little too much. Look, Rich, I'm really sorry about how things ended up. I'd rather have seen them differently. You were great. I'm sorry for being a shite husband, okay? Let's just sign those papers. I want to have it over with. SvM

You: [Delayed] I don't want to sign them. RB If you bring them near me, I'll burn them, or tear them up. RB

Stranger: So what do you want? You wanted a divorce. I moved out. Those a really big decisions. You can't just take those back because of a few texts. SvM

You: I didn't mean it. Any of it, I just... RB I'm so stupid. Not at all like Jim. I'm not smart like him. RB I gave up the best thing I ever had and I miss you. RB

Stranger: [delayed] I'm not sure what to do with this right now. SvM

You: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I just thought... RB If I brought up the divorce, maybe you would stop taking so many missions. RB That it'd end in us talking about you staying home more and nothing at all like the fight we had. RB I thought I was being clever, and I was wrong. I was so very wrong. RB

Stranger: You could have just told me. I know I've been working ridiculously hard, but that's something I've always done. When I don't work, I get nervous. I like being so busy I don't have to think about anything else. That's not an excuse, but we could've talked. When you brought up the divorce, I thought it meant I'd completely ruined everything. SvM

You: I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to be seen as needy. RB It was a conversation we kept having, and I made a mistake. I miss you so much and I figured-I don't want this. RB Any of it. I'll do anything to get you back. If you take more hours, I'll be okay with it. I will, I promise. RB Anything to have you come home. RB

Stranger: Firstly, you're not needy. I'm never home, that's true. I think we need to sit down together and talk. SvM

You: [Delayed] Do I still need to sign the papers? RB

Stranger: We should talk, Rich. If you still decide you want the divorce after that, you can always sign them then. SvM

You: I won't want it-I never did. RB

Stranger: Then I think the first step will be to be very honest with me, instead of using getting a divorce as a threat. From the start, I thought you were dead serious about getting a divorce. SvM

You: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. RB I told you I was stupid and selfish. RB

Stranger: You're neither of those things. We need to talk. When do you have time? SvM

You: I'm home right now. RB

Stranger: Right. You're probably not surprised when I say that I'm not home. I'd love to take the rest of the day off and come talk to you immediately, but Jim would quite possibly murder me. SvM

You: I'll call him. RB

Stranger: Please don't. It'll just make things worse. SvM

You: [Delayed] I'm off tomorrow, and the day after. RB

Stranger: God, I'm really proving that I'm an idiot, aren't I. I work late every day and Jim's not going to let me get out of it. I mean, I could be at our place at about midnight, but having a talk like this in the middle of the night is probably the last thing we should do. SvM

Stranger: Your place, I mean. Jesus. SvM

You: No, don't say it's just mine. Please. RB I messed up. I messed up so bad. It's our place, it will always be our place, Severin. RB I'm so sorry. RB

Stranger: I'm sorry, too. I'm really fucking sorry, Rich. SvM

You: It's not your fault. RB If I hadn't said it, I would have... We would still be together if I weren't an idiot. RB

Stranger: At least now we'll be talking instead of fighting. I hate fighting with you. SvM

You: I hate it to. I'm so sorry. RB I just-I'm going to call Jim. I'm going to force him to give you a day off. RB

Stranger: Well. I suppose it can't get any worse. Might as well give it a try. SvM

You: I'm going to call him now, and if he makes it worse for you, I'll threaten him. RB

Stranger: Just be nice about it, Bunny. SvM

You: I'll try. RB

You: [An Hour Later] You're off for the rest of the night, should you choose to take it, as well as the next two days. JM I would suggest you make the best of those two days, and do tell my darling Richie that he doesn't fight fair. JM

Stranger: [to: M] Thank you, Jim. I really appreciate it. I'll be back in three days, then. Thanks for giving me a chance. SvM [to: Rich] You made it work. I don't know what you did, but you made it work. I've the rest of the night, as well as the next two days off. I honestly can't remember when the last time was that I even got a night off... SvM

You: Hurt my brother, Severin, and I'll ensure your balls are fed to the dogs. Have a lovely weekend! JM I told him I would ignore him for a month, and that I would cut up his favorite suit. RB

Stranger: [to: M] Thanks for the heads up. I won't hurt him. If I do, you might as well. SvM [to: Rich] Ha. That explains why he wanted me to tell you that you don't fight fair. ;) So. I guess I'll see you soon, then? SvM

You: Yes, I'll uhm, I've got to clean up a bit. RB I'll leave the key by the door. RB

Stranger: Alright. Thank you. I'll be there in about an hour, alright? SvM

You: Of course! RB

You: Standing from the mess he'd made of Severin's things, Richard quickly wiped at his face and set to picking a few of the things up. He'd been looking for something he could steal and keep that the man might not notice missing-a coat, a shirt, possible pictures and little mementos. In the process, he'd taken a turn down memory lane and divested mostly everything. It took forty five minutes for him to finish cleaning it all up, as well as any surrounding areas such as the kitchen and his room. Once that was all set, he quickly undressed and rushed into the shower. Scrubbing and washing his hair so that he looked at least a little bit presentable. His eyes were puffy and the steam did wonders to his composure. He'd been such an idiot to think that proposing a divorce might change things for the better. He was more than thankful that Severin was coming over to talk, and the hope budding in his chest. He turned off the shower and stepped into his room with a towel over his waist. Just seconds later he heard the door open and called from the room as he tugged some pyjama bottoms. "Just a second! I'll be right there, just need-" He cut off as he tugged a shirt over his chest and checked himself in the mirror. He opened his bedroom door and walked out quickly, more so rushing towards the entrance to greet the other man. "Just needed a minute."

Stranger: The second Severin had received Jim's text message he'd started clearing his desk and packing his bag. The last thing he wanted to do was make Richard think that he really did care more about his job than he did about him. Severin hadn't really understood where Richard's anger came from, when their fights first started. For him, coming home to Rich every night and waking up next to him, as well as sharing said home and having coffee together on Saturday mornings, was something he really looked forward to each and every day. Getting married to Richard had been the best decision he'd ever made, and despite the fights, he'd never even come close to regretting it. Now, he just felt ridiculously stupid for not understanding just how Richard must have felt. Severin was away from home a lot, that was true. He hadn't stopped a minute to think about what Richard wanted. Even during the process of the divorce, he was secretly happy that Jim was giving him such a ridiculous amount of work to do; at least it meant he didn't have to think about Rich. Amazing, gorgeous Rich, who had been right in every aspect to want to file for a divorce. Severin bit his lip as he walked up to the house. Their house. He took the key out from under the doormat and opened the door with a soft, familiar click. The place smelled like home. He couldn't help but smile softly to himself as he heard Richard's voice; a smile that faltered a little when Richard actually walked into the hallway. He looked tired. Pale. "Rich," he said, his voice not sounding half as steady as he'd hoped it would be. "Hi. That's alright. We're not in a hurry."

You: There was something to be said about seeing the person he loved right there in front of him again. There to see him and not collect his things to be cut out of his life permanently. He wanted to cry again, and he was going to likely later, but not now. There was a smile there, or the remnants of one on Severin's face, and he might have lied again. Tears started bubbling, his shoulders heaved, and he walked straight for the man. "I missed you." He blurted out, not even caring that he likely shouldn't be heading for any intimate contact. He just wanted to be close again. To breathe Severin in and be cradled in his warmth. He was so /stupid/. Such an idiot, and so very selfish. He should have thought harder on his actions instead of being impulsive about it. If he had simply talked to Severin then it would all be okay. He invaded the man's space, hands holding onto the male's hips and forehead dropping right against his chest. The actor let out a shaky breath and quickly wiped at his face roughly with one hand. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have and I shouldn't be doing this either. I just missed you... And seeing you there-here at home-I just miss you so much, Severin. I'm sorry. I take everything back. Every word I said, all my actions. I'm sorry." Richard forced out, quickly letting go and stepping back now that he'd been so close. He wiped at his face and put on a smile and laugh. "Right, got that out there. I should-tea? I'll go put the kettle on. Go sit down, take your shows off, get comfortable. Please."

Stranger: "Oh, Bunny," Severin murmured, wrapping both arms tightly around Richard. He was painfully aware that they should be responsible about this and talk first, but once Richard stepped forward and laid his hands on Severin's hips, Severin couldn't care less about all that anymore. Hugs, first. His hands caressed Richard's back, long fingers travelling over familiar shapes. "You always smell so good," he blurted, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop himself. Christ, he really was an idiot, wasn't he. Here Richard was, apologising to him for something Severin felt equally guilty about, and all he could come up with was 'you always smell so good." Brilliant. When Rich stepped back, he shook his head. "No. No tea, not yet. I want to say something as well. I missed you, too. I missed you so, so much, and I'm so sorry about not realising how selfish it was of me to never be home. I've thought about it while we texted, and on my way home, and there's more I want to discuss with you about that, but for now I want to just tell you how sorry I am. Divorce or no divorce, I owe you one hell of an apology."

You: With a quiet nod, Richard bit down on his lower lip and was right back in the man's arms once more. He didn't care about the tea and it was just an excuse to get away so he could regain his composure. All he wanted now was to be held and hold onto Severin. "I don't want a divorce. I don't want you to move out. I don't want our relationship to be over. I know we need to talk, but I don't care. I just want you back home, Severin." He whispered, burying his face in the man's chest and gripping his shirt enough to leave behind wrinkles. He wanted to cling, and right now he was going to allow himself that option. "I should have just spoken to you. I'm so sorry, Severin. It's not your fault. I was an idiot and I made a stupid mistake." Richard mumbled against the man's chest. "I don't want you to go anywhere but here." He finished, fingers curling more tightly into the fabric. "I just want you home, and I'll do anything to get you back, Severin. So let's talk. I'll tell you everything you want to know and then I'll fix this. I'll be better." The male said as he drew back, looking up at him. "I'll be better."

Stranger: "I want me back home, too," Severin whispered, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He refused to tear up over something he himself had mostly caused. Christ, he was an idiot. "Having to leave you was the hardest thing I've ever done, without a doubt." Once again, he wrapped Richard into a hug. "You're not an idiot, Richie," he murmured. "I'm surprised you put up with me for so long. That's - well. I'm not sure I could've done it if I were you. Put up with me, I mean. Please just stop apologising. You were at your wit's end. I understand where the divorce thing came from." He brought a hand up to caress the nape of Richard's neck, playing with the man's hair absently. A pang went through his chest when Rich said he'd be better, and he frowned. "Rich, don't say stuff like that, yeah? I fucked up. I realise that. This isn't about you being 'better'. Please don't make it sound like you should play the good, quiet husband. When I do shit you don't agree with and I keep doing it, you've every damn right to shout at me all you want. But yeah, let's talk." He toed off his shoes, like he always did when he came home, and led the way into the living room. He felt much more confident about fixing things than he had when they started texting. They'd both crossed a line and they'd fix things together.

You: As Sebastian led them to the living room, Richard wiped at his eyes to clear the tears away and settled down on the couch. Waiting for Severin to do the same. There were things to talk about and all he wanted to do was be wrapped up again. If he could suggest they do one thing, it would be them crawling into bed and getting entangled in each other. Laying together and just enjoying the proximity. However, now was the time to talk about the divorce. Something Richard was not going to support and he hoped Severin was of the same mind. "You didn't do anything wrong, Severin. You were working, you need to work. I should have just waited until you got home and talked to you. Let's talk. I don't know where to start, so I'll let you." The brunet stated calmly, looking back over at the other with resolve. They were going to fix this together. That alone was enough hope for Richard. They were going to fix it together and stay together. Being away from Severin made him realize so many things. One, he didn't like not being able to see him. Two, the bed was cold. Three, there was no one there to make him smile. Four, no one that support him like Sev. Five, there was no one he could take care of. He adored Severin so wholeheartedly, and he missed being able to show it.

Stranger: Severin sat down next to him, choosing his usual spot in the corner of the couch. On his rare days off, he tended to pick up one of his favourite books and spend the entire day reading right there. God, did it feel nice to be back home. To be back with Rich. Severin catched himself thinking of how, if they really took the time for this talk, he possibly didn't even have to leave again today. Perhaps he was a little too optimistic, but all he could think about was curling up on the couch with Richard and watching crappy films together; or cooking Richard one of his famous Indian curries. Severin shook his head. He had to focus. "Right," he said slowly. "I'll talk, although I'm not really sure where to start, either." He sat up a little straighter and gave Richard a quick look, before lowering his gaze until it was resting on one of the couch cushions. "Okay. I work a lot. I've been working a lot all my life. I don't like having to sit still, because when I sit still, I start thinking. I start doubting myself, I start doubting everything I'm doing, and I start worrying about the future, or - you know. What happened before. Just - things that don't matter anymore .The army. Living with dad, before that. Just tiny things that I know will really keep me from getting out of bed in the morning, if I get caught up in them. I work hard to prevent that sort of thing from hapening." He took a deep breath. He was talking too fast. He wasn't one for talking, nor had he ever really spoken about this with anyone else except Sebastian. It wasn't a fun thing to do, that was for sure. "When we got married, I promised myself I'd tone it down a bit. I really did want to start working regular hours, but I couldn't really keep myself to that promise. I was back in the swing of things before I even knew it, and I was too caught up in myself - too selfish - to notice I was hurting you with it. Again, I'm very sorry." He reached for Richard's hand and squeezed it absently. "Of course, when we do get back together, I'm going to be doing the exact same thing. So - and I'd really like your opinion on this - I think that maybe I should finally talk to someone about it. A professional. Seb told me to do it right after the army, but - well. I think it's the only way I could at least attempt to stop being ridiculous, if you get what I mean. I don't want you to think I don't care about you. I do. I love you. I want to make this work more than anything."

You: This was new to Richard. Or was it? He'd known of bits and pieces, but nothing such as the full picture. Severin used work as a coping mechanism and he didn't know how to feel about that. Sad, partly, and with the urge to reach out and comfort Severin, the brunet found himself inching closer and closer the more he listened. It was only when the man admitted to the theory of going in for professional help that he found himself stuck. He knew he needed to say something, he truly did, but all he could do was reach out to cup Severin's face between his palms. He searched his face for several pregnant seconds before finding his words to agree. "I think it would help. If it doesn't, we'll find something else, together. You can stop if you don't like it, but it might help and I want you... I want you to feel more comfortable, and I want you to be home, and I want to spend time with you. Just the two of us." He answered, moving his hands down to take both of Severin's. "I'll work on talking to you more, about things I don't like. I'll yell if I need to. I'll stop being so quiet and just get it out." He stated, looking down at their hands before putting on a warm smile. "We're going to get better together, and we'll make a stronger relationship. I don't want to get divorced, but we can if you want to start from scratch. We can give ourselves a clean slate, or continue where we left off." He stated, wishing more for the latter. Even if it was only bits and pieces of how they once were. He didn't want to go slow, not when he knew they could stay together. He knew the process would take some time, them working through the hurt and their self growth. But it would be together and that was what mattered to Richard.

Stranger: Severin had already opened his mouth to quickly apologise again when Richard raised his hands to cup his face. He didn't make eye-contact right away. His work issues were something he'd rather keep to himself entirely, especially because he hated just how much his past, and especially his time in the army, still affected him. It was a definite sign of weakness, he thought, to still be struggling as much as he was. Severin knew Richard would never laugh at him, but he would have understood if he had. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Richard however, as Severin had expected, remained absolutely serious, and he could only be grateful about that. "If it doesn't, we'll find something else, together," he agreed, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Thank you, Richie. And - well. I'm happy you'll talk to me more. I'll do the same. I really think we're great together. Just talking to each other will make things better, I'm sure of it." He caressed the back of Richard's hand with his thumb. The thought of having to start from scratch made his stomach flutter unpleasantly. "Do you /want/ to start from scratch?" he wanted to know, staring at their hands. "Because, I mean, I don't. We got married for a reason, right? We didn't change. I don't think I want a clean slate. Not this time."

You: The relief was obvious and Richard's shoulders and he dropped his forehead against Severin's shoulder. "I love you. That never changed, and I don't want to start from scratch... I want to just sit here with you because you're home. I want you." He sighed softly, shifting so he could practically climb his way into Severin's lap. Should he be doing that? Likely not, but it didn't matter. He was going to do it anyway because it was going to be okay. "When can we move your stuff back in?" He inquired, going right for it because he told Severin he was going to talk more. What better time than now to start doing it? "Not tonight, maybe tomorrow after brunch." Richard mused with an emphasis on brunch because he wanted to spend the morning sleeping in and staying in bed with Severin. The three days were going to do them more than well. "For now, I just want to stay right here." The brunet stated, closing his eyes and enjoying the overall relief and comfort being so close to Severin brought. It would be them together. If something didn't work, they'd find something else together. That was what they would do.

Stranger: Severin smiled. "God, you're amazing," he muttered, pulling even Richard closer. "And I'm not going anywhere, trust me. I love you, Richie." He emphasised his words with a gentle kiss to Richard's lips, and pulled back with a grin. "See?" he said, "we're first class problem solvers. We've totally got this." He toyed with the hem of Richard's shirt as he listened to his husband, his smile widening with everything the man said. "Sounds perfect. We should move everything back in as soon as possible. The living room does look much too different without that painting you hate so much," he teased. Not that he was planning on hanging it again, even if Richard would let him. Perhaps they could pick out something nice together. "I'm guessing you're alright with me staying the night then?" he grinned. He'd missed sleeping next to Richard. He'd missed their bed and Richard's scripts that were scattered around the bedroom when the man was busy rehearsing. The flat he'd been renting ever since he left home wasn't anything like this place. Severin hadn't even bothered to unpack his stuff. He simply hadn't cared enough to do so. There was a mattress on the floor and a simple desk chair in the living room, but that was about all the effort Severin had made to make the place into home. He was working most of the time, anyway. It hadn't much mattered.

You: Richard launched into the kiss and applied a few more pecks around the man's cheek and chin. "I will adore that painting as soon as I've burned it..." He teased, though there /might/ be a bit of truth in it. The idea of picking something out together was enticing, and planned to make full on it another day. "More than. I was going to beg if you decided to go back to that crummy flat... Or I would have gone with you." He answered with sheer honesty as he leaned in to kiss the male again. He positioned their bodies closer, bringing their hips in alignment along with their chests. There would be no space between them for the next few minutes to several hours. "I was going to steal a few of your clothes, and some photos... I'm glad I won't have to now." He started, moving his hands up to Severin's face to capture it with his palms once more. "I had all the things I was going to steal from you put away under the bed. We'll have to pull them out when we get your things, so don't let me forget." He hummed, kissing the man's chin and then the corner of his mouth. He was clearly making a trail, and one that ended with a tender kiss on the lips. "I love you, Severin. So very much."

Stranger: "Stealing my stuff, hm," Severin smirked. "Your brother has a bad influence on you." Then again, though, Severin had 'accidentally' taken one of Richard's sweaters. He didn't mention it. Instead, he pressed his lips to Richard's again, smiling into the kiss. "I love you, too, Bunny," he muttered, pulling Rich down with him as he lay down. "What were we thinking? I mean, Jesus, Richie. We were just making ourselves miserable for no reason." He shifted a little until he was comfortable and wrapped one hand around Richard, while he reached into his pocket for his wallet with the other. With one hand, he opened it. With his index finger, he fished a ring out of his wallet. "You might laugh at me," he grinned, quickly putting the wedding ring on his finger again, "but I'll be wearing this again from now on. It was weird to not just be able to touch it. I do that sometimes, dunno why. Just - to make sure it's there when I miss you, I guess, or when I'm in a bad mood. I hated having to take it off."

You: "I'm not sorry about it." He shot back, moving so he could rest more comfortably over Severin. When the man shifted so he could pick up his wallet, he lifted his head to watch the ring be fished out. Without waiting, he lifted his own hand, showing off the simply fact that he was still wearing it. "I put it on a chain at first, something I could wear and hide, but when you said you were coming over... I put it back on." He beamed, leaning down to kiss the man over and over again. Then once more for just an extra measure. "We're idiots, and I missed you." He murmured, placing a kiss for each word he said. "I missed everything about you. Your smiles, your jokes, your food... I starved without you, Severin. /Starved/." Richard teased, making a point not to mention the lack of sleep. He'd be rectifying that when they went to bed that night anyhow. Besides, he could see the toll the separation had taken on Severin. The overabundance of work he'd been eager to accept, and now he understood. He did not regret threatening Jim. Not one bit. "I missed this... All of it."

Stranger: "I considered doing that, too," Severin admitted. "But it'd only remind me of being with you, and I figured I'd have to start moving on. Couldn't just leave it at home, though; had to have it with me. I'm an idiot." He smiled sheepishly. Richard's comment about the food made a laugh bubble up in his chest. "Oh, come on," he grinned, "your food's great. Though if this is your way of getting me to cook for you tonight, I think it might be working." He shook his head, watching Richard curiously. He knew Rich had been joking, but the man definitely looked a little thinner than he had the last time they saw each other. "You look pale," he murmured, quietly voicing the thoughts he'd had right after seeing Richard again for the first time. "How've you been? Have you been taking care of yourself?"

You: The inquiries were ones he wished they could possibly ignore. He didn't want Severin to ask too many questions because then Richard would have to answer them. Had he been taking care of himself? Not well. He'd been taking care of little things, his appearance, the way he sounded. Just enough to ensure he sounded cheery. Everything else had been wasted and forgotten. "Your cooking is much better than mine." He whined petulantly, making a big show of it to distract the other man. "What should we have? I hadn't done the grocery shopping yet, but I don't want to have to go out when we could stay in... I may have noodles, and we could make a real quick sauce, I bet. There's got to be vegetables or meat here somewhere." Richard mumbled, looking all the world as if he were too busy thinking about the food in the shelves and fridge. He couldn't possibly think about answering the man's questions. "Should I go check?"

Stranger: "Nah," Severin said, lazily waving his hand. "Stay. Much too comfortable to get up. We can order in, for all I care. I'll cook for you tomorrow. It's been a while since I've actually attempted to make dinner though, so I can't promise anything." He had of course noticed Richard avoiding the question, but he wasn't interested in pressing the issue. If Richard had been alright, he wouldn't have had to avoid the question. It was no rocket-science. Severin himself hadn't exactly dealt with their break-up at all, so he wasn't one to speak, anyway. He hoped, against better judgment, that Richard wouldn't go with him to his flat when he went back to pick up his stuff. The place, despite the lack of furniture, was a complete mess, with stacks of moving boxes, takeaway boxes and empty glasses and plates everywhere. That was something he'd worry about later, though. For now, he was much more interested in being as lazy as he could possibly be. It was nice to just lie there, with Richard pressed close to him, and not have to worry about anything. It was rare for him to relax without any difficulty, but now, he didn't even think about work. All that was important was that he had Richard back.

You: He was relieved once more and took his time enjoying it. Closing his eyes, he wiggled up so that he could bury his face in the crook of Severin's neck. Breathing in his scent and allowing himself to relax even further along with the man. "Ordering in it is. It's been so long since we've done that." Together, of course. Richard hadn't ever needed to call in given Severin would make food, or he might if the man was too tired or lazy. It was blissful being in such a position. Quite too much, really, given he might have started to nod off. He moved his hand up to wrap around the man's chest, is other arm tucked in close and his body aligned so comfortably. His responses became sluggish, and within minutes, he was asleep. So much for waiting, but it was too relaxing and much too good.

Stranger: Severin froze for a moment, briefly too terrified to move. He had seen what happened to the people Richard told on far too many times, and it was never quick and easy for them. He quickly scrambled off the couch, falling onto his knees next to the other man. "No, no, please don't," he said, reaching to touch him and then drawing back, unsure exactly what he should do. "I'm /sorry/, Richard, so sorry. I just... I didn't think. I made a mistake, but I /swear/ it won't ever happen again." He had never been able to guess just how aware the man was, but knowing the other Moriarty twin, Severin didn't want to underestimate him and insult him. "Please don't tell Jim. /Please/."

You: With a loud hiccup, he inhaled sharply and let the water works go. The bubbled over his lashes and began to slip down his cheeks as if there had been a very serious wrong done to him. Severin's fear was delicious. So thick that he could taste it in the air. Giving another hiccup, he wiped at his cheeks and let his shoulders rack with his fake sobs. He was far too practiced in this, far too believable. "I'm go-gonna tell Jimmy you, you hurt me." He spoke, stuttering and shaky hard breaths. He wiped at his eyes with his forearms, sniffling as he did. "Un-unless you make it up, up to me." He concluded, cheeks red and wet with the crocodile tears.

Stranger: Severin felt his blood run cold as he watched the other man cry. There was no way he could get out of this now. He couldn't even run because Jim would easily track him down using whatever black magic /insanity/ he had that allowed him to know everything all the time. Sev was so close to panicking he almost missed what Richard said next, but it brought him out of his thoughts and made him eager to please in an instant. "Of course I will," he said automatically, offering a hand to help the man up and onto the couch. "Anything you want, Richard, /anything/."

You: Hooked lined and sinkered, or however the phrase went. It didn't matter given he'd won. "Do I-I have your word?" Richard asked, just as a formality. "I want you, you to promise." He hiccuped, leaning in and wiping at his eyes one last time. He could already formulate ideas for what he'd have the other man do. So many of them selfish, but it didn't matter. Severin had done something wrong and Richard could play with his toy a bit differently now. Sniffing, he shifted closer to the male and held his arms out like a child wishing to be picked up and cradled.

Stranger: Severin nodded quickly, though he didn't think it was really necessary. Richard could always have anything he wanted, regardless of a promise or any actual wrongdoing; Jim believed every word out of his mouth, or at least acted like he did. "I promise," he said anyway, willing to go along with anything the man said. He hesitated and then sat down on the couch, helping Richard into his lap again and hoping it would be scene as a sign of his sincere regret about pushing him off. "I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

You: "You're just too easy, Severin." Richard stated just seconds after the man made his promise. The tears cleared up and the hurt puppy dog look vanished. He sighed softly, the sound whimsical and entirely amused. "Jim said you were an idiot, but I thought much better of you." He cooed, hand reaching up to pat the guard's cheek in a condescending manner. "You're adorable though, stupid, but still cute." The twin smirked, thinking through the long list of things he wanted the man to do. "Have you ever worn a cock ring, Severin?"

Stranger: Severin wasn't entirely surprised by the knowledge that Richard wasn't as childish as he pretended to be, but he hadn't expected the sudden change in his personality. He felt his face heat up, even though he knew the man hadn't actually tricked him; there was no way he could explain that without sounding defensive. His eyes widened at the question, and he shook his head, looking at Richard again. "No," he said, thinking better about asking why. "But I'm not... I'm not /easy/. You could get Jim to kill me even if I hadn't done anything."

You: "If you were smart, you'd have just gone through with what you were going to do. It was going to end with pushing me off the chair, you'd finally had enough, and there's always something that comes out of that." He stated, moving so he was facing the other male directly. "We're going to get you a cock ring, a very pretty one. Just so I can keep playing with you and you won't ruin it by cumming." The male all but purred, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "It's going to be fun, Severin. I might even get you a collar."

Stranger: Severin shrugged. He couldn't really see anything good coming out of denying Richard what he wanted, despite what the man said, and he was pretty sure he was just being teased with the idea of it. He looked up as the other moved closer, shivering at the idea of being "played" with by Richard without being allowed to come. He didn't really want to admit it sounded like something he might like. "A collar?" he said, automatically tilting his head a little to let the man kiss where he wanted. "Why?"

You: "Just to show everyone you're mine." And that was all he wanted, really. Just to go the extra mile and claim his bodyguard so no one else could have him. "You'll have to wear it all the time." Richard purred, the image of it just begging to come into fruition. Yes, he was certainly going to enjoy this. "I might have a cock ring we could put you in right now, but we'll have to get you very own special one..." He cooed, kissing Severin on the lips with a quick peck. "Bedroom. Carry me to the bedroom."

Stranger: Severin winced slightly. The idea of wearing a collar /sometimes/ wasn't terrible, but he didn't really want his brother to see it on him. Maybe, given some time, he could talk Richard down from making him wear it constantly. He hesitated a moment and then carefully stood up, shifting slightly so he wouldn't drop the man as he carried him into the bedroom. It wasn't the first time he'd had to carry Richard somewhere, but it was different now. He sat the man on the bed and backed away a step, unsure what to do now.

You: Richard hummed when he was set down and immediately moved onto his knees. "The top drawer over there as a few cock rings in it. Pick whichever one you want, and grab some lube." He hummed before sitting back, just waiting for the full image to come to show. It would be exciting, perhaps so much so that he might take pictures. "It's going to be so much fun, Severin! Well, maybe not for you, but for me, certainly." He delighted, not caring if it were something man would enjoy or not. It would all be done on his terms and his alone.

Stranger: Yeah? I was thinking of trying it out, but if it's no good, I won't.. So um, what is it that you're looking for? SvM

You: Well, I guess it's just all dependent on what you're looking for. -RB I bet you'd be a hit on the site. -RB Something more than a fling or casual sex. -RB

Stranger: Is that your way of calling me a whore? SvM Kidding.. But I'm not just interested in casual sex, y'know. SvM

You: No! Oh, no, that's not what I meant at all! -RB I just meant that you'd likely be able to find your something more easily. -RB

Stranger: Why's that? SvM

You: Well, you're just... You're extremely attractive. -RB

Stranger: You're kidding. SvM

You: No. -RB

Stranger: I.. I dunno about me. But what about you? You're the most attractive person I know. SvM

You: You're not serious, are you? -RB You and Sebastian are really attractive. -RB You have these really nice eyes and this bright big smile. -RB

Stranger: You must just be talking about Seb. People say he's the good looking one, anyway. SvM Besides, you're gorgeous, Richie. You're gentle and sweet and have dark, dark eyes and plush lips and.. I mean, your body is killer. SvM

You: I'm not ripped or extremely thin, I've got a bit of a pudge. I'm in no way /that/ attractive. -RB I just don't see how you can see how attractive you are. I mean, you're /really/ handsome, Severin -RB

Stranger: Go out with me. SvM

You: [Delayed] Oh... I did not expect that. -RB But I accept, I mean-/yes/. I would love to go out with you. -RB

Stranger: Alright. Good. I suppose I should've /asked/ rather than demanded.. Are you free tonight? SvM

You: Yes. I get out of an audition at around five, so any time after six would be best. -RB

Stranger: You'll do great, Richie. SvM I'll pick you up around seven? SvM Don't eat anything, by the way. SvM

You: Seven is perfect. -RB I won't eat anything. Should I bring a dessert? -RB

Stranger: I was thinking I would take you out to that new French place you've been on about. You don't want to see me cooking, I assure you. SvM

You: Oh gosh, we don't have to go there! It's really expensive. -RB

Stranger: I want to take you somewhere nice. But if there's somewhere else you want to go, we can certainly do that. SvM

You: What if we just go to that one Norwegian restaurant at the corner? -RB

Stranger: You'll order for me? SvM

You: If you'd like. -RB

Stranger: Alright. I'll see you soon. SvM

You: See you soon, Rin! -RB

Stranger: Severin smiled at the last text and got off the couch to get ready. He wasn't very good at expressing his feelings, or showing that he had any at all, but he did like Richard. He liked him quite a lot, actually. Richard brought light and happiness into his life, which was why he'd been so jealous when Sebastian had told him about Richard being on that dating site. Severin took a long shower, scrubbing the day of work off of himself, then changed into a pair of nice jeans and a jumper that Richard had given to him one Christmas. It was a bit tight, but he supposed it just showed off his muscles. Severin put on the tiniest bit of cologne, also given to him by Richard, and then worried over his hair before heading over to Richard's.

You: Richard couldn't hide the grin that stretched his lips. Jim was right, making the other jealous had been so easy. Just drop a few hints, let Jim manipulate Sebastian a bit, and then Severin would finally ask him out. He couldn't dare go out and say it all on his own; he would be far too flustered. How the man had not noticed his pining was beyond him. He'd tried to court with gifts and remarks, but it hadn't work. Now it was all going according to plan. Richard finished up his audition before hurrying home to prepare. He'd showered, combed his hair, and tugged on some new jeans he'd picked up on the way. Making sure he removed the tags, he dressed in a more form fitting outfit, tugging the sleeves of his cardigan up just enough to not pester him. He used the cologne he knew Severin liked and then waited for the man to arrive, only pausing in his fretting to answer the door to his flat to greet him.

Stranger: "Hey," Severin said with his signature charming grin. He'd been leaning against the doorframe, so he pushed off and held up a daffodil that he'd picked from someone's garden on the way there. "For you," he said simply, giving it to Richard and then putting his hands in his pockets. "So I know the place you're talking about but I've never been there. If it's too far to walk, we can get a cab. You look really good, by the way." Severin grinned again and ran a hand through his hair. "I was thinking we could eat and then go somewhere for ice cream? Or we could do anything, really. I'm fairly flexible." Severin raised an eyebrow at that suggestively and then looked away from Richard. "Should we go, then?"

You: "Hey," Richard replied, feeling his stomach twist and flutter with butterflies as he accepted the daffodil. "Thank you." He chuckled, moving to the side to let Severin in so he could put the flower in a glass. Filling it with water, he set it inside before moving it in a place where the sun would hit it. Once done and certain of the spot, he joined the other's side again, clearing his throat softly. "It's just a quick walk, likely four minutes from here if we use the shot cut, and ice cream is perfect, except..." He trailed off, ignoring the light burn of his cheeks at the suggestive expression from Severin. "I bought dessert just in case, so if you want... We could come back here and have it?"

Stranger: Severin nodded, looking at the daffodil in the vase. It was lovely, even though he wished he had the money to buy Richard a bouquet. Or even a single flower. "Yeah, that sounds great," he said a bit distractedly as he looked back at Richard and then held out his arm for the other man. "You'll have to show me the shortcut," he added as they headed out, arms linked. The walk to the restaurant didn't take very long, and in the back of Severin's mind he was glad that Richard had chosen somewhere less expensive. Work at the docks didn't pay well at all and he was already struggling to pay rent as it stood. Still, he wanted to treat Richard to something nice. Severin only unlinked arms with Richard so he could open the door for him, then headed in behind him. "Looks alright," he said as they walked in to find a table.

Stranger: Where did you gave your audition? SvM

You: Just a few hours ago. -RB

Stranger: How did it go? I know they must have loved you. SvM

You: Not well. -RB It was a closed audition; they already had someone in mind. -RB

Stranger: Oh. Sorry to hear. SvM

You: It's fine. -RB Are you going to see me tonight? -RB

Stranger: I mean, for them obviously. I'm sure the play will suck. SvM

Stranger: I doubt it, honey. SvM

You: Oh. Alright. -RB Are you extremely busy tonight? -RB

Stranger: Not extremely busy but I have to stay in the lab until the bacteria eats through the metal of the rifle. SvM

You: Be careful. -RB

Stranger: Not very dangerous, just have to watch over the whole thing. Maybe you could stop by? SvM

You: I can do that. I haven't made it home yet, so it wouldn't take me very long to get there. -RB

Stranger: Yeah? I'd love that bunny. Haven't seen you in ages. SvM

You: Have you eaten anything? -RB

Stranger: Now that you mention it... not since breakfast. I'm actually starving. SvM

You: I'll pick something up. -RB Any preference? -RB

Stranger: Wow I'll be getting you and dinner tonight? Not any preferences, baby. You choose. SvM

You: Of course. -RB I was hungry, so I figured you might be as well. -RB Pizza good? -RB

Stranger: Mmhm perfect, darling. SvM

You: I'll be there soon, okay? -RB Probably twenty minutes, give or take on the pizza. -RB

Stranger: You're worth waiting for, no matter if it's minutes or years. SvM

You: You're so cheesy and cliche! -RB You know saying stuff like that gets me flustered. -RB

Stranger: You want me to stop? You know all my answers will be a yes to you until you want a no. SvM

You: No... -RB

Stranger: Good. I wouldn't have stopped anyway. You know, I like to act like a gentleman but in fact I'm awfully selfish. SvM

You: It's a good thing I enjoy indulging you. -RB

Stranger: Makes things easier, definitely. SvM

You: You're lucky. -RB Picking up the pizza now. See you soon! -RB

Stranger: I'm starving for you. SvM

You: Sev! -RB

Stranger: I know we're going slow, not forcing you to do anything. Just telling you how I feel darling. SvM

You: What am I going to do with you? -RB

Stranger: All you'd need to do is lay back and make a few pretty noises. Which shouldn't be too difficult. SvM

You: My God, alright, alright. -RB I'm almost there. Stave off the cheesiness for just a bit longer. -RB

Stranger: Hurry up, God's sakes. SvM

You: Richard smiled and put his phone into his pocket, counting down the seconds to each minute that passed by to keep calm. He didn't want to walk in flustered or red in the face, though knowing Severin... He wouldn't be able to keep a regal composure for long. He wasn't like Jim, but that was fine. Perfectly fine. Passing some notes to the cabbie, he thanked the driver before making his way up to the lab. Just a few more minutes and he was carrying in two boxes of hot pizza, smile stretching his lips. "Sev? I brought dinner."

Stranger: Severin didn't even think of getting his white lab coat or his goggles off when he walked over to where the man's voice wad coming from. "Mhmm I see. What a delicious dinner. And you brought pizza too." He grinned at him and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

You: There went the composure. The shorter man felt the warmth flood his cheeks and immediately ignored it in favour of kissing the blond back. "I picked up a thin crust for myself with spinach, onions, and chicken. The other one is your favorite." He spoke, moving to set the boxes down on an empty counter.

Stranger: Severin chuckled audibly as he could watch the blush creep into Richards cheeks. The food smelled tempting and made his stomach ache for a few seconds before he decided to ignore it as his eyes claimed Richard, taking him in slowly, as if Severin wad a predator just before attacking the helpless little bunny. He took his goggles off and came closer to Richard again, touching his arm. "I'm not so hungry anymore..."

You: Richard didn't notice the look until he turned around to see Severin removing his glasses. He licked his lips nervously, dark gaze dropping to the hand on his arm before rising again to the look in the taller man's gaze. The urge to run rose within the pit of his gut at the look of want and hunger, as if Severin would hunt him. Which was absurd. Right? Richard moved to the side, clearing his throat as his heart beat picked up. "No? Are you sure? You were starving earlier."

Stranger: "Yeah. I'm still starving though." His voice was hoarse and quiet, but cut through the thick silence like a shot out of a pistol. One hand brushed the other's arm up and the other slid between Richards small, cold fingers. "Won't I get a proper kiss?"

You: Caught. That's what his mind said, but he ignored it. He wasn't /caught/. Giving a smile, he curled his fingers with Severin's and leaned forward slightly. "Sure, sure... You're going to eat after, right?" He pressed, moving so their chest could be close to touching. He grip on Sev's hand tightened just the slightest.

Stranger: For a second Severin thought Richard was scared but that seemed so absurd he brushed it off immediately. "You're so sweet when you're concerned about my well being, Richie." He smiled down at him, more gently now than before, his eyes big and expectant.

You: He was more nervous than anything, but that was typical. Relaxing increment by increment by the look in Severin's eyes, Richard leaned into the rest of the way and kissed him affectionately. Right after, he leaned back and then turned to open the boxes of pizza. "Are there plates here?"

Stranger: They parted with a deep sigh from Severin. The kiss was way too short to appease his hunger for the other's lips and before he knew it, Richard turned away. Instinctively, he gripped his wrists, correcting his position to face Severin again. "Don't be rude Richie, don't I get to kiss you back?"

You: Richard jumped at the touch to his wrist, immediately facing the other man to inquire why he was being held him in such a domineering position. Licking his lips, he cocked his head to the side and observed Severin's expression before giving a curt nod. "Yes, sorry... I'm just hungry is all." He answered, using the words as an excuse for her skittish nature.

Stranger: A grin spread Severins lips and the expression in Richards eyes fed his satisfaction suddenly. This seemed more fun than their usual way of kissing. "Shh baby..." he murmured and brought his lips to Richards, gently pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth. His hand found Richards neck and so did his lips soon afterwards. "I wouldn't let you starve, baby..."

You: Inhaling sharply at the presence of teeth to his lips, Richard dropped his gaze to Severin's jaw and followed the tug of pearly whites. Drawn in closer, the smaller man pressed his chest flush to the other's and settled his hands on the other male's biceps. "No, I suppose you, uh, wouldn't." He stumbled vocally, head cocking to the side on instinct as Severin's lips found his neck.

Stranger: Severin let his mouth hover over Richards pale neck, his breath tickling the artery underneath the skin just before he bit down with a low moan. He sucked lazily on Richards sweet skin. His hand reached up his arms and cupped both his shoulders, applying pressure. "Maybe we should feed you first, hm?"

You: /Oh/. That wasn't expected-the bite and suckle-though it really should have been. Nonetheless, Richard whined and tightened his grip on Severin's shoulder's with tiny tremble in his shorter stature. The words went over his head, having not expected the other to say anything. He scrambled to find something to say and merely settled on a shaky sigh and nod.

Stranger: He let out a light chuckle at Richards genuine irritating reaction. He held onto Severin more forceful now, almost clawing at him and if Richard had been any weaker, Severin wouldn't have realised the man seemed uncomfortable. He pulled away from his neck and removed his hands instantly. "Richard... are you alright? I was just fooling around a bit, no pressure. Okay?"

You: That was the thing, he /wasn't/ uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. He hadn't wanted the man to pull away, and then he had and he attempted to chase the contact that was taken away. He caught himself quickly, clearing his throat as his cheeks burned. "Sorry, no it's..." He trailed off, trying to find that bit of control. He felt like he was going to burst, though he couldn't determine why. "I'm fine, just wanted a bit more, Severin..."

Stranger: Raising an eyebrow, he looked at him surprised. "You wanted... more?" He grinned again now and almost didn't see the little bulge in Richards jeans. It was ridiculously adorable, having Richard Moriarty blush like a school girl, too shy to demand more directly, but asking politely for it. Severin made a little bow, "Of course, anything you want, my prince." He smiled and took his hand gently to play with it.

You: Relieved that Severin knew what he was asking for. How was he supposed to phrase the question? Or to ask for exactly what he wanted without sounding... Whatever it was that he didn't want to sound like. Turning his palm slightly so he could tangle his finger's with the other man's Richard moved hesitantly in closer until they were chest to chest again. "You don't have to bow." He murmured, blush darkening as he moved his free hand up to Severin's shoulder.

Stranger: "Mh I know. But I want to. You're always going to be my prince." He whispered and brought Richards hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles like they were diamonds. "I have a small bed in the back of the lab. It's not exactly the Hilton but... it would do." Severin looked up at Richard.

You: In the back of the lab. A bed was better than the floor, or a counter, or one of the benches. He looked back towards the edge of the lab before giving a nod. "The bed will do, are you, uhm... Sure you want this?" He inquired, moving his hands up to play with the hair at Severin's nape.

Stranger: Severin ran his fingers through Richards hair, messing it up playfully. "I've wanted you since the day Sebastian introduced us, Richie. Never stopped." Severin explained. "Sure you want to though? You wanted to wait and take it slow... we can make it real special. Another night maybe?" Severin fixed his eyes with Richard, making sure the man understood that he could trust him.

You: He merely shook his head, leaning forward to kiss Severin with a warm smile. "We could still take it slow... Maybe instead of just going all the way, we could so something different?" Richard suggested, returning the look with a more sure and certain expression. "You probably don't have all the supplies for it, but it would be a nice start..."

Stranger: His smile widened into a curious grin as he tilted his head. "Something different that require supplies? What exactly does my bunny have in mind?" Severin stepped closer and petted Richards hair gently, never breaking their eye contact.

You: Richard looked away first simple because the question had him incredibly flustered and Severin's expression was making it worse. "I assumed were going to have... Uhm, /sex/." He mumbled, so embarrassed but unable to do much about it.

Stranger: "So you basically suggest we get some toys and fool around with instead?" Severin loved hearing his innocent boy voicing such dirty thoughts. "Or maybe we could play something else to get started...?" Severin mumbled with grin, gently cupping the other's bulge in his trousers.

You: "Well, no, but just-/oh/." Richard moaned as Severin cupped him, making him aware of how hard he'd gotten with just the tiniest bit of attention. He bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from moaning again. He dropped one hand from Severin's shoulder and braced it against the counter to keep upright.

Stranger: Severin found Richards eyes and looked at them in silence, seeing the lustful darkness in his pupils. He then leaned in closer and kissed him, deeply and demandingly, relishing into the careful movements of Richards mouth before breaking it off abruptly and going down on his knees in front of Richard and started unbuckling his belt.

You: He wasn't sure what Severin was looking for, but he assumed the man found it when he kissed him. He returned it, matching the passion while also surrendering to the man's mouth. He closed his eyes and moved into Severin's hands before the man dropped. Richard gasped and looked around the lab before focusing on the man before him. "What are you doing, Sev?"

Stranger: "You know exactly what I'm doing, bunny." He murmured, finally getting rid of the belt and unzipping Richards jeans, his tight underwear already poking out, desperate for any touch. Severin licked his lips and looked up at Richard with big eyes before pulling his pants down and kissing the tip of the man's erection.

You: Nibbling on his lower lip, he worried over the fragile sensitive skin, unsure of what to say now. He /knew/ what Sev was doing, but he was far too surprised to comprehend it. All until Severin brought his lips right to the tip. He shuddered deeply, his free hand moving to rest against the man's head uncertainly.

Stranger: Letting out a low moan, Severin closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around Richard to take him fully in at once. He tasted amazing, salty, yet sweet. The way he felt Richards trembling breath only egged him on more and he moaned loud enough to make Richard feel embarrassed and stimulate his erection with the vibration of the moan. Slowly, Severins hand cupped the other's naked bum and carefully lead a finger between his cheeks, teasing his hole open.

You: Richard whimpered at the vibrations stimulating his cock, his head falling back to rest against a cabinet. They were supposed to have moved to the bed, weren't they? It didn't matter at the moment because /it felt so good/. He'd only had it happen once, but this... "Oh, God, Sev..." He moaned unabashedly, fingers tightening in the man's hair. He didn't even notice the finger, his body relaxing for it almost immediately. "Nnn, feels good... So good, Sev."

Stranger: Oh the sounds Richard made were better than Severin ever dreamed of. He began bobbing his head in a faster, regular rhythm, always focusing on keeping his tongue firmly against the vein on the underside of Richard's length. He was so hard, Severin expected him to burst soon. The finger in his arse slid in easily and Severin dug in deeper to find the spot that would Richards knees turn into butter and his moans even more slutty.

You: He really wasn't going to last long, especially after Severin pressed against that on special bundle of nerves. Everything had been fine and he'd been edging the orgasm rather quickly, moans growing in volume and turning into soft desperate mewls for more. But then the press of finger to prostate had him crying out and his knees buckling. His grip on the counter fumbled as he dropped, limp and satiated like a ragdoll.

Stranger: God this was even better than receiving. Richard was as responsive as a teenage virgin, so desperate for any touch and ready to beg for him if he wouldn't have just took make him gasp. Severin moaned another time, deep throating Richard until he felt the precome running down his throat. His other hand was massaging Richards balls as he let another finger join to brush over his prostate. He really wanted to taste Richard.

You: "Please, oh... Oh, God, Sev... Please, please, please. /Please/ let me cum." He begged, the pressure of an orgasm just building within the pit of his gut until that was it. The end. Richard came with a whimper, unable to keep himself up any longer. He came quickly and a part of him was embarrassed by just how fast it had taken him. He couldn't help but keen, sagging against the counter as it was the only thing keeping him up.

Stranger: The way Richards desperation riled Severin up was amazing. He went faster, focusing on having his fingers play with Richards prostate turturously until he came. The sperm filled his mouth and he ran it over his tongue once again before swallowing. Greedily, he licked Richard's cock clean and slowly pulled out. Panting, he looked up at Richard and licked his lips, careful not to waste any of his bunny's seed and ensure that Richard saw how crazy he was for him. "Thanks for dinner."

You: He should have pulled away, should have said something and given a warning. Then Severin just kept licking up his cum and cleaning him off and the man acted like he didn't want to waste any of it. If his skin weren't already so flushed, he knew he would be blushing just at the sight. The words that came next tore a whine from the man. Oh God, Severin was insane. He sucked in a shaky breath and nodded before point down towards the man's lap. "Do you want me to, uhm... Help you out?"

Stranger: He got up on his feet again, helping Richard up so he stood steadily. "No, it's okay baby. I'll take care of it layer." He pulled his pants and trousers up, tucking everything inside and pulling the man in for a long kiss. "You taste good, hm? Did you like it?"

You: Richard leaned more heavily against the counter as he returned the kiss, breathing shallow pants from the force of his orgasm. He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to Severin's shoulder. He could taste himself on his lips, the flavour bitter, but not repugnant. Would Sev taste like that, he wondered, looking up at the man. "I liked it, but wouldn't you... I don't mind, Severin. I want to make you feel good too."

Stranger: His arms wrapped around Richards body, holding him close. "Shh bunny... let us relax a bit. You did so well. Never had anyone as loud and sweet as you." He purred quietly and ran his hands through Richie's hair.

You: He pouted lightly, bringing his face up to press into the apex of Sev's shoulder and neck as he let the man hold him. Richard just enjoyed the warmth and affection, taking it all in as he regained strength and relaxed through his high. Maybe next time Sev would let him help. "Ready to eat some real food now?"

Stranger: "Yes that's a good idea. You set everything up in my little room over there and I'll check on work real quick, yeah?" He kissed his cheek quickly and headed to the second room of the lab. It was difficult to keep his mind off if any thing that wasn't Richard, with his erection slightly aching by now. Ten minutes later, he came into his little resting room Jim had granted him out of simple generosity that consisted of a bed and a chair and a table. "Hey, honey. I took care of myself in the bathroom so you don't need to worry anymore." Where is my Hawaii pizza?"

You: Taking the pizzas with him, he walked into the makeshift room and set everything down on the tablet. He ought to bring in another chair for when he visited Sev while he was at work. He'd talk to Jim about it. Humming as he set it all down, and waited patiently for Severing to return. Ten minutes when by quickly, using it to practice for his next audition, and then he was blushing again. He did feel a bit guilty for not helping out, but Sev had said it was alright so he let it go. Opening the box of untouched pizza, he smiled and held it out to the man. "Right here."