[ Yes, Thancred can both hear and feel the quickened staccato of Urianger's heartbeat. That along with the warmth of Urianger's body (or is it simply that Thancred himself is overheated from drinking?) seems to make it clear that this is a mutual desire now.
Any uncertainty about Urianger's intentions is quickly chased away soon after that, when a sweet kiss comes, followed by the swipe of a tongue that seems to be requesting entrance. Before Thancred's addled mind can even react to that, he's lifted up and placed onto the desk in one swift motion.
It's not that he's ever questioned if Urianger was capable of carrying him, but such proof of it stokes a new wave of exhilaration in him, solidifying his needs for the evening.
He laughs, though still takes care to be quiet, which means that it comes out rough and husky — all while Urianger endeavors to disrobe him. Thancred rolls back his shoulders to make it easier for Urianger to peel his coat off. ]
I think you should do that more often. Mayhap we could try this against a wall, next time?
[ Unfortunately, he is not the sort of person who is reasonable enough to shut his mouth while in the act. He does at least manage to keep his voice down, but he is fairly certain they're the only people here. If anyone does approach, his senses are attuned enough (yes, even while drunk) that he'll be aware of it.
He reaches out then, intending for their relative states of undress to remain equal as he slides the fabric of Urianger's robes from his shoulders. ]
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Any uncertainty about Urianger's intentions is quickly chased away soon after that, when a sweet kiss comes, followed by the swipe of a tongue that seems to be requesting entrance. Before Thancred's addled mind can even react to that, he's lifted up and placed onto the desk in one swift motion.
It's not that he's ever questioned if Urianger was capable of carrying him, but such proof of it stokes a new wave of exhilaration in him, solidifying his needs for the evening.
He laughs, though still takes care to be quiet, which means that it comes out rough and husky — all while Urianger endeavors to disrobe him. Thancred rolls back his shoulders to make it easier for Urianger to peel his coat off. ]
I think you should do that more often. Mayhap we could try this against a wall, next time?
[ Unfortunately, he is not the sort of person who is reasonable enough to shut his mouth while in the act. He does at least manage to keep his voice down, but he is fairly certain they're the only people here. If anyone does approach, his senses are attuned enough (yes, even while drunk) that he'll be aware of it.
He reaches out then, intending for their relative states of undress to remain equal as he slides the fabric of Urianger's robes from his shoulders. ]