[ Now that they're in the thick of it, Thancred does not have to do much in the way of encouraging Urianger. There is a pleasure in that as well, in knowing that this is a mutual desire and that all it took was a straight-forward proposition for them to end up here again. There hasn't been time to think about this sort of thing, not here on the First, not when he has Ryne to worry about, but...
Just this one night, it should be fine. Who knows what the future will hold, but for now, this can be enough.
Urianger steps forward and their mouths find each other yet again. Urianger's fingers dance down his chest, slow and teasing, and it's enough to make him squirm in his spot on the desk. After a few anticipatory moments that have his toes curling in his boots, Urianger's palm begins to work between his legs, massaging against his cock, and a shape that had been a bit vague becomes less so as he hardens more fully.
Thancred makes a small noise against Urianger's lips, something pleased. He kisses chastely first before he begins to swipe his tongue across, then presses with the tip to hungrily request that they deepen the kiss. He also can't stop himself from bucking up against Urianger's hand, inviting further friction. ]
Don't you dare stop. [ It's a whisper, one he manages to get out before he'll no longer be able to use his words. He will no doubt taste of what he's been drinking, but if Urianger minded such things, they certainly would not be here. ]
sorry for the delay!
Just this one night, it should be fine. Who knows what the future will hold, but for now, this can be enough.
Urianger steps forward and their mouths find each other yet again. Urianger's fingers dance down his chest, slow and teasing, and it's enough to make him squirm in his spot on the desk. After a few anticipatory moments that have his toes curling in his boots, Urianger's palm begins to work between his legs, massaging against his cock, and a shape that had been a bit vague becomes less so as he hardens more fully.
Thancred makes a small noise against Urianger's lips, something pleased. He kisses chastely first before he begins to swipe his tongue across, then presses with the tip to hungrily request that they deepen the kiss. He also can't stop himself from bucking up against Urianger's hand, inviting further friction. ]
Don't you dare stop. [ It's a whisper, one he manages to get out before he'll no longer be able to use his words. He will no doubt taste of what he's been drinking, but if Urianger minded such things, they certainly would not be here. ]