[ Oh, it does seem to be working. For all that Thancred's current attire makes it quite difficult for him to get undressed quickly, Urianger is somehow managing it with a surprising swiftness. It does help that Thancred is not fighting him in any way, similarly eager to shove all of this unnecessary armor and clothing out of the way. It might have been similarly enjoyable to see how far they could go without removing their clothing, but he certainly isn't going to complain.
There will, however, be far more explaining to do if they are caught and he is missing half or all of his clothing. That is a problem he will address if and only if it finds them.
He manages to return the kiss and attempt a few more lazy ones down Urianger's jawline and neck before the elezen straightens up and away from him. With no obvious place to kiss for a moment, he instead puts his hands to use, assisting in unwinding those chains. As Urianger's robes fall and expose bare skin, Thancred doesn't hesitate to reach out and explore with his also bare hands, feeling over the taut muscle of Urianger's abdomen. Relearning, as it has been quite some time. ]
We'll have to find a more fitting location, then. Another time, mayhap. [ His words come out slower now. Not slurred, but he is distracted by the view in front of him and the growing erection between his legs — now visible against his black pants, given that he's seated. He draws his hands back and braces them behind him on the desk, nudging a book away in the process, then spreads his legs slightly — a (not-so-)subtle invitation of sorts. He's been putting some good deal of thought to Urianger's hands now, and this seems a good place to start. ]
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There will, however, be far more explaining to do if they are caught and he is missing half or all of his clothing. That is a problem he will address if and only if it finds them.
He manages to return the kiss and attempt a few more lazy ones down Urianger's jawline and neck before the elezen straightens up and away from him. With no obvious place to kiss for a moment, he instead puts his hands to use, assisting in unwinding those chains. As Urianger's robes fall and expose bare skin, Thancred doesn't hesitate to reach out and explore with his also bare hands, feeling over the taut muscle of Urianger's abdomen. Relearning, as it has been quite some time. ]
We'll have to find a more fitting location, then. Another time, mayhap. [ His words come out slower now. Not slurred, but he is distracted by the view in front of him and the growing erection between his legs — now visible against his black pants, given that he's seated. He draws his hands back and braces them behind him on the desk, nudging a book away in the process, then spreads his legs slightly — a (not-so-)subtle invitation of sorts. He's been putting some good deal of thought to Urianger's hands now, and this seems a good place to start. ]