Richard is never tender. For all his smooth actions and rough voice, he is never tender when he cups his hand behind Justin necks and pulls forward.
Justin will resist when Richard does this, but he doesn't know why. This closeness, this artificial tenderness never lasts; Justin always knows what comes after. Richard will relax his grip, but he will not move away. He will rest his hands on Justin's hips, but nowhere else. He will wait, and sigh. Think how to expand on his apparently inadequate apology.
Justin will keep his eyes closed until he feels Richard's smooth hands come up to his cheeks and force him to face Richard's guise of apology. When his nose is a hand's width from Richard's exhaling mouth, Justin will meekly open his eyes.
He knows how his mask of fear and submission will affect Richard, but for all his smooth actions and rough words, Richard is never gentle.
"Justin, you know I didn't mean it." Richard will plead, but Justin won't reply. He will let his eyes flicker down to Richard's red lips, just once, but one glance to his lips will be enough to incite the type of reaction that Justin wants.
"Fuck," Richard will mutter, and with his long fingers tangling in Justin's hair, he will crush his lips to Justin's.