[ ........Yes. He could just cover it up. Specifically, the spot that Thancred is sucking on right this moment would easily be covered with the jeweled collar currently sitting on the floor with the rest of his aetherial chains and jewelry. Urianger swallows excitedly upon Thancred revealing this truth to him, his large knobby throat flexing against the Hyur's warm cheek. There's no room to argue with his own enjoyment of the treatment now, as the likelihood of their indiscretion being discovered is no longer a concern.

Within the breathy beat of silence that follows, Urianger comes to an impulsive decision. The arm wrapped around Thancred's back to help support his weight draws inward instead; Urianger is wordlessly consenting to (begging for) Thancred's teasing lips and teeth to continue on. A slow, hot breath exhales from Urianger's lips and he closes his eyes to focus on the mix of sensations: lips suckling on his neck, stiff cock nestled in his palm, the swaying of his friend's hips in rhythm with the jerking of his wrist. A slow and steady carousal of intimacy that ought to be enjoyed, not fretted over — and so he will trust Thancred not to leave a mark where it can't be covered. ]

...Doth leaving thy mark upon my skin bring thee joy...? With the fervor employed, I can only guess that is the case.

[ His voice is steadier than Thancred's, but just as needy, if not moreso. His erection aches between his legs, but he ignores it, stroking up Thancred's shaft instead with the pads of his fingers, swirling his thumb against the tip, and teasing back down the soft, pliable spot on underside of the head. ]

I find great joy in... those notes thy lips sing for mine ears only, Thancred. And I shall hear them tonight...