[ Thancred takes the invitation for what it is and continues to work at kissing every bit of bare skin that he can access, his hands dropping so that he can use his mouth to follow the line of Urianger's neck to the curve of his shoulder. He pauses for a moment, mouthing at his exposed clavicle, to consider Urianger's request. It's true, this is hardly his first time. Thancred can attest to that personally, to say nothing of Urianger's relationship with Moenbryda.

Yet there is something about Urianger that makes him come across as innocent, all the same. He has a sense of propriety, or at least the illusion of it. Of course, if he'd truly cared, he would not have invited Thancred to the library in the middle of the night to do this.

Both of them are distracted by Urianger's hand as it takes hold of and then frees his cock. At the remark about how he's already at this point, Thancred huffs out a little laugh against Urianger's bare skin. ] I think I made my desires quite clear over linkpearl. To be given exactly what you want — well, it's bound to get a man excited.

[ Nor does Urianger make him wait for what he wants. Their difference in size is something that has been noted between them before, and it certainly doesn't stop at height. Thancred may feel small in Urianger's grip, but he doesn't see that as a downside, not when it means that he can be touched all over, all at once.

It's almost overwhelming, but he has little issue with that. He leans in and reaches with his arms to circle them around to Urianger's back, then returns his mouth to his neck, sucking at the skin there slowly. He should not overdo it and leave a mark, and yet he's drunk enough that it strikes him as a great idea in the moment. ]