[ The kiss that Urianger had hoped would silent any further banter from Thancred is broken when the other man laughs against his lips. Urianger opens his golden eyes, wanting to appreciate and share in his mirth, but as he's peeling the coat and gloves away from Thancred's body, he's subjected to yet another round of teasing. Thancred knows how such talk will fluster him — he's doing this on purpose... That comment being especially well-formulated to provoke a response. ]
Be it thy intent to hie mine hands forward through ceaseless taunts?
[ Because as much as he hates to admit it, it seems to be working. His hands smooth across the back of Thancred's black body armor, feeling for its fastenings. Leaning in again, he nudges Thancred's cheek with his nose momentarily, as if hesitating, before planting another kiss on his lips. If only it were so easy for him to hurry Thancred long in a similar way, but the other man seems committed to turning this into a game... as enjoyable of a game as it is so far.
Urianger stands up straight a second later to pull the armor up over Thancred's head and off his body. Once it's on the floor with his gloves and his coat, he reaches to his waist to disconnect and unwind the aetherial chains adorning his robes. ]
...Yea fortunate am I for the walls in this library to be not walls, but rows of tomes. [ No way in hell Urianger would be willing to fuck Thancred against a collection of precious, exceedingly rare pre-Flood books. Think of the body fluids. ]
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Be it thy intent to hie mine hands forward through ceaseless taunts?
[ Because as much as he hates to admit it, it seems to be working. His hands smooth across the back of Thancred's black body armor, feeling for its fastenings. Leaning in again, he nudges Thancred's cheek with his nose momentarily, as if hesitating, before planting another kiss on his lips. If only it were so easy for him to hurry Thancred long in a similar way, but the other man seems committed to turning this into a game... as enjoyable of a game as it is so far.
Urianger stands up straight a second later to pull the armor up over Thancred's head and off his body. Once it's on the floor with his gloves and his coat, he reaches to his waist to disconnect and unwind the aetherial chains adorning his robes. ]
...Yea fortunate am I for the walls in this library to be not walls, but rows of tomes. [ No way in hell Urianger would be willing to fuck Thancred against a collection of precious, exceedingly rare pre-Flood books. Think of the body fluids. ]