[ The issue is not really Thancred's teasing, nor any other particular sense of hurry on Urianger's part. Rather, it simply... does not even occur to him that they could keep their clothes mostly on and still do this. Urianger's less adventurous conceptualization of sex requires the removal of clothing, and he lacks the breadth of experience that Thancred so readily pulls from. What is undoubtedly driving him now is the desire successfully stoked by his friend, not just in his coy smiles and luxurious kisses, but by those spread legs — gods, he looks irresistible sprawled out on the desk like that.
Inhaling a deep breath, whatever hint of chagrin remaining on Urianger's face fizzles away. He steps forward into the space between Thancred's legs eagerly, leaning down to claim his lips again as his fingertips pet down the front of his chest. His body seems impossibly warm — not hot, but warm in the best way, with soft skin stretched across muscles more firm than he remembered. His hands reach the waistline of his trousers and stop momentarily, before one wanders back up his chest and the other flattens over the bulge growing behind his fly. Its shape feels vague while trapped in clothing, but kneading the lump loosely is enough to make Urianger's heart jump.
He huffs against Thancred's mouth, that single quiet noise being a sure sign of the quiet Elezen's hunger. Maybe he'd needed something like this for a while now. His reservations about doing this in the library feel far away. ]
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Inhaling a deep breath, whatever hint of chagrin remaining on Urianger's face fizzles away. He steps forward into the space between Thancred's legs eagerly, leaning down to claim his lips again as his fingertips pet down the front of his chest. His body seems impossibly warm — not hot, but warm in the best way, with soft skin stretched across muscles more firm than he remembered. His hands reach the waistline of his trousers and stop momentarily, before one wanders back up his chest and the other flattens over the bulge growing behind his fly. Its shape feels vague while trapped in clothing, but kneading the lump loosely is enough to make Urianger's heart jump.
He huffs against Thancred's mouth, that single quiet noise being a sure sign of the quiet Elezen's hunger. Maybe he'd needed something like this for a while now. His reservations about doing this in the library feel far away. ]