[ Of course Thancred could indulge in recalling those past times as well, few and far between as they were, but he would rather live in the moment. He has Urianger right where he wants him and that is a rarity. He isn't about to squander it. This may well play out like the previous times, in which they have a nice night together fulfilling each other's needs only to carry on without much further discussion on it in the days that follow.
As Scions, their lives are quite complicated, and Thancred is often far afield doing reconnaissance. Settling down isn't exactly in the cards for them. It's why moments like this have always been spontaneous, almost desperate as they each take the chance while it's available to them.
Once Urianger lets him in, Thancred is quick to lean his upper body forward to grant himself the space to ravish his mouth with his tongue, learning it all over again. He reaches up to let his hands settle on either side of Urianger's neck, holding him firmly in place so that he can kiss him all the self-assurance that he wants.
Now that Urianger's hands are on him, he doesn't mind a little bit of teasing and taking things slow. Foreplay exists for a reason and if he has to remain unbearably hard in his trousers for a bit before they get to the main event, he won't complain overly much. He makes noises, muffled against Urianger's mouth, as his cock is stroked through the fabric.
As it turns out, Urianger may be even more impatient than he is, as he goes to undo Thancred's belt. That's a start, at least, and Thancred breaks the kiss to trace a few down Urianger's jawline. ]
Almost there. [ His cocks pulses, straining against his trousers now. Yes, it really hadn't taken much to get him going, had it? ] You're doing well. [ There's nothing wrong with a little positive reinforcement, and while Thancred could reach down to help along in the process of removing his trousers, he'd rather Urianger do it himself. There's something enjoyable in simply letting himself be undressed by those long fingers, even as they fumble. It's endearing. ]
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As Scions, their lives are quite complicated, and Thancred is often far afield doing reconnaissance. Settling down isn't exactly in the cards for them. It's why moments like this have always been spontaneous, almost desperate as they each take the chance while it's available to them.
Once Urianger lets him in, Thancred is quick to lean his upper body forward to grant himself the space to ravish his mouth with his tongue, learning it all over again. He reaches up to let his hands settle on either side of Urianger's neck, holding him firmly in place so that he can kiss him all the self-assurance that he wants.
Now that Urianger's hands are on him, he doesn't mind a little bit of teasing and taking things slow. Foreplay exists for a reason and if he has to remain unbearably hard in his trousers for a bit before they get to the main event, he won't complain overly much. He makes noises, muffled against Urianger's mouth, as his cock is stroked through the fabric.
As it turns out, Urianger may be even more impatient than he is, as he goes to undo Thancred's belt. That's a start, at least, and Thancred breaks the kiss to trace a few down Urianger's jawline. ]
Almost there. [ His cocks pulses, straining against his trousers now. Yes, it really hadn't taken much to get him going, had it? ] You're doing well. [ There's nothing wrong with a little positive reinforcement, and while Thancred could reach down to help along in the process of removing his trousers, he'd rather Urianger do it himself. There's something enjoyable in simply letting himself be undressed by those long fingers, even as they fumble. It's endearing. ]