[ Of course, there still remains the possibility that someone will find them here, but Thancred highly doubts it. It has only wound later into the dead of night the more time he's been here, and surely if such a thing were to happen, it would have by now. He isn't paying as close attention to any potential sounds around them as he would have been were he sober, but then again, they probably wouldn't have been doing this at all were he sober, so the point is moot.
He can't bring himself to care about anything other than what he is doing to Urianger, and what Urianger is doing to him in turn. As Urianger's free hand presses into his back, coaxing him close, Thancred takes that as an invitation to continue with sucking an impressive hickey into his neck. Yes, there is some pleasure in it, as Urianger points out. The thrill of leaving one's mark on someone, you might call it.
Urianger speaks to him with his sweet words said in that low, rough tone. His hand works at his cock, not only stroking but teasing him in all the best ways. Could Thancred bite down on any noises that threaten to escape out of him with every new spark of pleasure? Yes, if he had to. He knows how to be quiet. But Urianger wants to hear him, and so— ]
So that's what gets you going, is it? Hearing me. [ His face has not moved far from Urianger's throat, meaning that each of his words makes for warm breath over Urianger's skin. ] You're doing... [ Urianger's fingers slide with careful purpose over the tip of his cock, around the head, and Thancred's interrupted by his own gasp. His head bows, nestling in against Urianger's shoulder, as another moan escapes him, muffled against skin. ]
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He can't bring himself to care about anything other than what he is doing to Urianger, and what Urianger is doing to him in turn. As Urianger's free hand presses into his back, coaxing him close, Thancred takes that as an invitation to continue with sucking an impressive hickey into his neck. Yes, there is some pleasure in it, as Urianger points out. The thrill of leaving one's mark on someone, you might call it.
Urianger speaks to him with his sweet words said in that low, rough tone. His hand works at his cock, not only stroking but teasing him in all the best ways. Could Thancred bite down on any noises that threaten to escape out of him with every new spark of pleasure? Yes, if he had to. He knows how to be quiet. But Urianger wants to hear him, and so— ]
So that's what gets you going, is it? Hearing me. [ His face has not moved far from Urianger's throat, meaning that each of his words makes for warm breath over Urianger's skin. ] You're doing... [ Urianger's fingers slide with careful purpose over the tip of his cock, around the head, and Thancred's interrupted by his own gasp. His head bows, nestling in against Urianger's shoulder, as another moan escapes him, muffled against skin. ]