[ The arms snaked around his back are familiar, and very nice on their own, but this view — Thancred is pleasing to the eyes on a regular day, but this... ]
I...
[ His pulse has quickened. Thancred can surely hear it, if not feel it. The Elezen stares down at his boyish, playful smile, face bordered on one side by his own chest, and the remainder of his hesitation fizzles away.
Instead of answering with words, Urianger bows down and kisses him. Thancred's lips are warm and soft. They smell like sweet mead; venturing to press his tongue experimentally against his upper lip, he finds that they taste like sweet mead too. There's nothing more he wants now than Thancred's hands all over him, doing what Thancred's hands are so good at doing.
Urianger moves his broad palms from Thancred's shoulder blades to his lower back, then over the pleasant slope of his rump, to cup the back of his upper thighs. He isn't trying to grope him through his coat (although, it's certainly enjoyable in the same way), instead tightening his grip to lift Thancred off the floor and deposit his butt on top of the desk directly beside them. The extra height immediately makes it easier for them to kiss, and will be useful for other things, too.
Without pulling away or opening his eyes, Urianger moves his hands to Thancred's shoulders, tugging at the open collar help slip the garment off. Quietly. ]
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I...
[ His pulse has quickened. Thancred can surely hear it, if not feel it. The Elezen stares down at his boyish, playful smile, face bordered on one side by his own chest, and the remainder of his hesitation fizzles away.
Instead of answering with words, Urianger bows down and kisses him. Thancred's lips are warm and soft. They smell like sweet mead; venturing to press his tongue experimentally against his upper lip, he finds that they taste like sweet mead too. There's nothing more he wants now than Thancred's hands all over him, doing what Thancred's hands are so good at doing.
Urianger moves his broad palms from Thancred's shoulder blades to his lower back, then over the pleasant slope of his rump, to cup the back of his upper thighs. He isn't trying to grope him through his coat (although, it's certainly enjoyable in the same way), instead tightening his grip to lift Thancred off the floor and deposit his butt on top of the desk directly beside them. The extra height immediately makes it easier for them to kiss, and will be useful for other things, too.
Without pulling away or opening his eyes, Urianger moves his hands to Thancred's shoulders, tugging at the open collar help slip the garment off. Quietly. ]