[ The Elezen echoes the words in a low, murmuring voice. He knows that Thancred means this, what they're... doing right now, but the subtext behind the words is flattering. If Thancred simply desired the comforts of a warm body, there were places he could go in the Crystarium to find it, nevermind in Lakeland and beyond. But instead he's here, sitting on a library desk half-naked, sending thrills through Urianger with the practiced ministrations of his lips.
The soft suckle makes Urianger shiver. A tiny noise of enjoyment vibrates in his throat and urges his hand onward. With careful pressure and slight twists of his wrist, he strokes Thancred's cock slowly and deliberately within the pocket of his closed fist. It seems to fit against the lifeline of his palm so perfectly, hugged by the more supple ball of his thumb.
His heart thumps in his chest. Urianger wants him back, almost desperately so, his own eagerness straining against the remainder of his clothes. He considers whether he should pick Thancred up and move him again — there's a reading chair behind him... more than sturdy enough to support their combined weight. But at the same time, they are somewhat limited in what they can get away with doing here in public... ]
Mmh. [ He huffs quietly, a small noise of frustration and lust. There will be other nights. For now, he'll devote his attention to pleasuring the beautiful Hyur, and to the tantalizing, thrilling, slightly stinging sensation on his neck. ] P-Pray thy lips be careful... not to mark...
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[ The Elezen echoes the words in a low, murmuring voice. He knows that Thancred means this, what they're... doing right now, but the subtext behind the words is flattering. If Thancred simply desired the comforts of a warm body, there were places he could go in the Crystarium to find it, nevermind in Lakeland and beyond. But instead he's here, sitting on a library desk half-naked, sending thrills through Urianger with the practiced ministrations of his lips.
The soft suckle makes Urianger shiver. A tiny noise of enjoyment vibrates in his throat and urges his hand onward. With careful pressure and slight twists of his wrist, he strokes Thancred's cock slowly and deliberately within the pocket of his closed fist. It seems to fit against the lifeline of his palm so perfectly, hugged by the more supple ball of his thumb.
His heart thumps in his chest. Urianger wants him back, almost desperately so, his own eagerness straining against the remainder of his clothes. He considers whether he should pick Thancred up and move him again — there's a reading chair behind him... more than sturdy enough to support their combined weight. But at the same time, they are somewhat limited in what they can get away with doing here in public... ]
Mmh. [ He huffs quietly, a small noise of frustration and lust. There will be other nights. For now, he'll devote his attention to pleasuring the beautiful Hyur, and to the tantalizing, thrilling, slightly stinging sensation on his neck. ] P-Pray thy lips be careful... not to mark...