[ The truth is that Thancred is no longer the sort of person who will simply find a pretty face he's never met and charm its owner until they end up in bed together. Even during his heyday, if it could be called that, he had generally had some manner of ulterior motive when doing such things. Of course, he'd still had to engage in some fun to work up to that level of experience, but...
It's been years now, and these days he's a bit more discerning with his partners.
With his cock enclosed in Urianger's deft hand, Thancred can't quite stop himself from making small thrusts against his palm to encourage the friction. His fingers dig into the warm skin of Urianger's back, feeling muscle and the sharp bones of his shoulder blades, and he heaves out a weighty sigh. Urianger reminds him that he shouldn't leave any bruises on his neck, and yet it's hard to find a good reason to stop.
Save to answer him, that is. Thancred's voice is starting to sound a bit less controlled, a bit more breathy, as Urianger continues to work at him. ] Surely you could cover it with some of that jewelry you're so fond of...
[ Might it be oddly enjoyable if someone did notice the marks and asked about it, only for Urianger to fumble for a reasonable response? Yes, it's the alcohol speaking, but Thancred does end up sucking on the tender spot on Urianger's slender neck a bit more. ]
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It's been years now, and these days he's a bit more discerning with his partners.
With his cock enclosed in Urianger's deft hand, Thancred can't quite stop himself from making small thrusts against his palm to encourage the friction. His fingers dig into the warm skin of Urianger's back, feeling muscle and the sharp bones of his shoulder blades, and he heaves out a weighty sigh. Urianger reminds him that he shouldn't leave any bruises on his neck, and yet it's hard to find a good reason to stop.
Save to answer him, that is. Thancred's voice is starting to sound a bit less controlled, a bit more breathy, as Urianger continues to work at him. ] Surely you could cover it with some of that jewelry you're so fond of...
[ Might it be oddly enjoyable if someone did notice the marks and asked about it, only for Urianger to fumble for a reasonable response? Yes, it's the alcohol speaking, but Thancred does end up sucking on the tender spot on Urianger's slender neck a bit more. ]