[ ........Yes. He could just cover it up. Specifically, the spot that Thancred is sucking on right this moment would easily be covered with the jeweled collar currently sitting on the floor with the rest of his aetherial chains and jewelry. Urianger swallows excitedly upon Thancred revealing this truth to him, his large knobby throat flexing against the Hyur's warm cheek. There's no room to argue with his own enjoyment of the treatment now, as the likelihood of their indiscretion being discovered is no longer a concern.
Within the breathy beat of silence that follows, Urianger comes to an impulsive decision. The arm wrapped around Thancred's back to help support his weight draws inward instead; Urianger is wordlessly consenting to (begging for) Thancred's teasing lips and teeth to continue on. A slow, hot breath exhales from Urianger's lips and he closes his eyes to focus on the mix of sensations: lips suckling on his neck, stiff cock nestled in his palm, the swaying of his friend's hips in rhythm with the jerking of his wrist. A slow and steady carousal of intimacy that ought to be enjoyed, not fretted over — and so he will trust Thancred not to leave a mark where it can't be covered. ]
...Doth leaving thy mark upon my skin bring thee joy...? With the fervor employed, I can only guess that is the case.
[ His voice is steadier than Thancred's, but just as needy, if not moreso. His erection aches between his legs, but he ignores it, stroking up Thancred's shaft instead with the pads of his fingers, swirling his thumb against the tip, and teasing back down the soft, pliable spot on underside of the head. ]
I find great joy in... those notes thy lips sing for mine ears only, Thancred. And I shall hear them tonight...
[ Of course, there still remains the possibility that someone will find them here, but Thancred highly doubts it. It has only wound later into the dead of night the more time he's been here, and surely if such a thing were to happen, it would have by now. He isn't paying as close attention to any potential sounds around them as he would have been were he sober, but then again, they probably wouldn't have been doing this at all were he sober, so the point is moot.
He can't bring himself to care about anything other than what he is doing to Urianger, and what Urianger is doing to him in turn. As Urianger's free hand presses into his back, coaxing him close, Thancred takes that as an invitation to continue with sucking an impressive hickey into his neck. Yes, there is some pleasure in it, as Urianger points out. The thrill of leaving one's mark on someone, you might call it.
Urianger speaks to him with his sweet words said in that low, rough tone. His hand works at his cock, not only stroking but teasing him in all the best ways. Could Thancred bite down on any noises that threaten to escape out of him with every new spark of pleasure? Yes, if he had to. He knows how to be quiet. But Urianger wants to hear him, and so— ]
So that's what gets you going, is it? Hearing me. [ His face has not moved far from Urianger's throat, meaning that each of his words makes for warm breath over Urianger's skin. ] You're doing... [ Urianger's fingers slide with careful purpose over the tip of his cock, around the head, and Thancred's interrupted by his own gasp. His head bows, nestling in against Urianger's shoulder, as another moan escapes him, muffled against skin. ]
[ If they weren't in the thick of it right now, Urianger would be horribly embarrassed to be asked something so direct and revealing — but, with a warm stiff cock in his palm and a welt forming on his neck, it's hard to get bashful over words. They do not last long anyway, giving way to gasps and soft noises of approval, exactly the sort of song he'd asked of Thancred a moment ago. ]
Doing... well, I see...
[ Urianger laughs quietly and tilts his head, accepting the weight of his friend against his shoulder and bringing his lips to Thancred's ear, now within reach. He plants a few chaste kisses along the helix and tightens his hand slightly, stroking more insistently now. ]
Tell me, Thancred... what thou wouldst ask of me.
[ Urianger's deep, smooth voice is low in Thancred's ear; he doesn't want to speak too loudly for obvious reasons of course, but he doesn't want to miss any sweet sounds coming from the other man either. He strokes his thumb against Thancred's back encouragingly. ]
To stop, to continue on... to move thee... to ravage if thee desire it... Say it aloud... if needed...
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Within the breathy beat of silence that follows, Urianger comes to an impulsive decision. The arm wrapped around Thancred's back to help support his weight draws inward instead; Urianger is wordlessly consenting to (begging for) Thancred's teasing lips and teeth to continue on. A slow, hot breath exhales from Urianger's lips and he closes his eyes to focus on the mix of sensations: lips suckling on his neck, stiff cock nestled in his palm, the swaying of his friend's hips in rhythm with the jerking of his wrist. A slow and steady carousal of intimacy that ought to be enjoyed, not fretted over — and so he will trust Thancred not to leave a mark where it can't be covered. ]
...Doth leaving thy mark upon my skin bring thee joy...? With the fervor employed, I can only guess that is the case.
[ His voice is steadier than Thancred's, but just as needy, if not moreso. His erection aches between his legs, but he ignores it, stroking up Thancred's shaft instead with the pads of his fingers, swirling his thumb against the tip, and teasing back down the soft, pliable spot on underside of the head. ]
I find great joy in... those notes thy lips sing for mine ears only, Thancred. And I shall hear them tonight...
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He can't bring himself to care about anything other than what he is doing to Urianger, and what Urianger is doing to him in turn. As Urianger's free hand presses into his back, coaxing him close, Thancred takes that as an invitation to continue with sucking an impressive hickey into his neck. Yes, there is some pleasure in it, as Urianger points out. The thrill of leaving one's mark on someone, you might call it.
Urianger speaks to him with his sweet words said in that low, rough tone. His hand works at his cock, not only stroking but teasing him in all the best ways. Could Thancred bite down on any noises that threaten to escape out of him with every new spark of pleasure? Yes, if he had to. He knows how to be quiet. But Urianger wants to hear him, and so— ]
So that's what gets you going, is it? Hearing me. [ His face has not moved far from Urianger's throat, meaning that each of his words makes for warm breath over Urianger's skin. ] You're doing... [ Urianger's fingers slide with careful purpose over the tip of his cock, around the head, and Thancred's interrupted by his own gasp. His head bows, nestling in against Urianger's shoulder, as another moan escapes him, muffled against skin. ]
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Doing... well, I see...
[ Urianger laughs quietly and tilts his head, accepting the weight of his friend against his shoulder and bringing his lips to Thancred's ear, now within reach. He plants a few chaste kisses along the helix and tightens his hand slightly, stroking more insistently now. ]
Tell me, Thancred... what thou wouldst ask of me.
[ Urianger's deep, smooth voice is low in Thancred's ear; he doesn't want to speak too loudly for obvious reasons of course, but he doesn't want to miss any sweet sounds coming from the other man either. He strokes his thumb against Thancred's back encouragingly. ]
To stop, to continue on... to move thee... to ravage if thee desire it... Say it aloud... if needed...