[ The arms snaked around his back are familiar, and very nice on their own, but this view — Thancred is pleasing to the eyes on a regular day, but this... ]
I...
[ His pulse has quickened. Thancred can surely hear it, if not feel it. The Elezen stares down at his boyish, playful smile, face bordered on one side by his own chest, and the remainder of his hesitation fizzles away.
Instead of answering with words, Urianger bows down and kisses him. Thancred's lips are warm and soft. They smell like sweet mead; venturing to press his tongue experimentally against his upper lip, he finds that they taste like sweet mead too. There's nothing more he wants now than Thancred's hands all over him, doing what Thancred's hands are so good at doing.
Urianger moves his broad palms from Thancred's shoulder blades to his lower back, then over the pleasant slope of his rump, to cup the back of his upper thighs. He isn't trying to grope him through his coat (although, it's certainly enjoyable in the same way), instead tightening his grip to lift Thancred off the floor and deposit his butt on top of the desk directly beside them. The extra height immediately makes it easier for them to kiss, and will be useful for other things, too.
Without pulling away or opening his eyes, Urianger moves his hands to Thancred's shoulders, tugging at the open collar help slip the garment off. Quietly. ]
[ Yes, Thancred can both hear and feel the quickened staccato of Urianger's heartbeat. That along with the warmth of Urianger's body (or is it simply that Thancred himself is overheated from drinking?) seems to make it clear that this is a mutual desire now.
Any uncertainty about Urianger's intentions is quickly chased away soon after that, when a sweet kiss comes, followed by the swipe of a tongue that seems to be requesting entrance. Before Thancred's addled mind can even react to that, he's lifted up and placed onto the desk in one swift motion.
It's not that he's ever questioned if Urianger was capable of carrying him, but such proof of it stokes a new wave of exhilaration in him, solidifying his needs for the evening.
He laughs, though still takes care to be quiet, which means that it comes out rough and husky — all while Urianger endeavors to disrobe him. Thancred rolls back his shoulders to make it easier for Urianger to peel his coat off. ]
I think you should do that more often. Mayhap we could try this against a wall, next time?
[ Unfortunately, he is not the sort of person who is reasonable enough to shut his mouth while in the act. He does at least manage to keep his voice down, but he is fairly certain they're the only people here. If anyone does approach, his senses are attuned enough (yes, even while drunk) that he'll be aware of it.
He reaches out then, intending for their relative states of undress to remain equal as he slides the fabric of Urianger's robes from his shoulders. ]
[ The kiss that Urianger had hoped would silent any further banter from Thancred is broken when the other man laughs against his lips. Urianger opens his golden eyes, wanting to appreciate and share in his mirth, but as he's peeling the coat and gloves away from Thancred's body, he's subjected to yet another round of teasing. Thancred knows how such talk will fluster him — he's doing this on purpose... That comment being especially well-formulated to provoke a response. ]
Be it thy intent to hie mine hands forward through ceaseless taunts?
[ Because as much as he hates to admit it, it seems to be working. His hands smooth across the back of Thancred's black body armor, feeling for its fastenings. Leaning in again, he nudges Thancred's cheek with his nose momentarily, as if hesitating, before planting another kiss on his lips. If only it were so easy for him to hurry Thancred long in a similar way, but the other man seems committed to turning this into a game... as enjoyable of a game as it is so far.
Urianger stands up straight a second later to pull the armor up over Thancred's head and off his body. Once it's on the floor with his gloves and his coat, he reaches to his waist to disconnect and unwind the aetherial chains adorning his robes. ]
...Yea fortunate am I for the walls in this library to be not walls, but rows of tomes. [ No way in hell Urianger would be willing to fuck Thancred against a collection of precious, exceedingly rare pre-Flood books. Think of the body fluids. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Enticing as that vague shape had already been to Urianger's imagination, its response to his hand's abrading touch casts an even stronger spell over him. Unavoidably, his mind thinks back to the last time they did this, to the feeling of Thancred's member in his mouth and his hands brushing back his hair from his face and the captivating sounds the self-claimed bard sang for him — and then, what came after...
No. One of those same noises is what brings Urianger back from his brief reverie. He opens his eyes in time to meet Thancred's gaze and it seems that their minds, for a rarity, are perfectly aligned. The wordless request to deepen their kiss is accepted, and Urianger meets Thancred's tongue with his own, although he's clearly conceding the space past his lips to the Hyur if he wants to explore it.
He's fully occupied with exploration of his own. Don't stop, he was told, but he has no intention of stopping now unless ordered to, and Urianger knows that Thancred would much sooner order him to do many other things than to stop. His broad palm strokes up the hard length, gliding smoothly against the soft surface of the fabric. He doesn't intend to tease him, but he does not entirely realize that taking his time has exactly that effect. Further distracting is the way Thancred braces his legs against the side of the desk to buck against his hand, which makes Urianger's mind wander to lewder activities and his face flush hot all over again.
Somehow, these trousers must come off. Flustered and addled as he is by Thancred's expert mouth, and even further by his own growing need trapped behind his gray underskirt and smallclothes, Urianger fumbles to unbuckle his belt. He manages that, somehow, but then there's the buttons and zipper beneath to wrangle. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The rough but warm palms splayed against each side of Urianger's neck feels inherently intimate, even if this is likely to be nothing more than another intermittent tryst between them. That emotionality somehow helps to ground Urianger and steady his uncertain hands, even as Thancred's lips move to his jawline and send a new thrill through his body. ]
I — [ his voice comes out low and breathy. As his fingers slip behind the upper hem of Thancred's underclothing, he tips his head to one side to let (or, to ask) his companion kiss his throat and shoulders. ] I am not... some tender pupil — to... to these carnal...
[ The thought tapers off into another heavy sigh. His hand has found Thancred's cock and it immediately commands all of Urianger's attention. As he grasps the organ eagerly, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the tip, his other hand pulls away to wrap around Thancred's back, helping to support his weight. ]
........Ah. Hah... Thou art so feverish already... [ With a pleasant hum, he pulls it free. Hyurs being smaller in size, Thancred's cock feels smaller relative to how Urianger's own feels in his hand, but it makes it easy to encase it entirely in his palm and fingers as he begins to stroke it. ]
[ Thancred takes the invitation for what it is and continues to work at kissing every bit of bare skin that he can access, his hands dropping so that he can use his mouth to follow the line of Urianger's neck to the curve of his shoulder. He pauses for a moment, mouthing at his exposed clavicle, to consider Urianger's request. It's true, this is hardly his first time. Thancred can attest to that personally, to say nothing of Urianger's relationship with Moenbryda.
Yet there is something about Urianger that makes him come across as innocent, all the same. He has a sense of propriety, or at least the illusion of it. Of course, if he'd truly cared, he would not have invited Thancred to the library in the middle of the night to do this.
Both of them are distracted by Urianger's hand as it takes hold of and then frees his cock. At the remark about how he's already at this point, Thancred huffs out a little laugh against Urianger's bare skin. ] I think I made my desires quite clear over linkpearl. To be given exactly what you want — well, it's bound to get a man excited.
[ Nor does Urianger make him wait for what he wants. Their difference in size is something that has been noted between them before, and it certainly doesn't stop at height. Thancred may feel small in Urianger's grip, but he doesn't see that as a downside, not when it means that he can be touched all over, all at once.
It's almost overwhelming, but he has little issue with that. He leans in and reaches with his arms to circle them around to Urianger's back, then returns his mouth to his neck, sucking at the skin there slowly. He should not overdo it and leave a mark, and yet he's drunk enough that it strikes him as a great idea in the moment. ]
[ The Elezen echoes the words in a low, murmuring voice. He knows that Thancred means this, what they're... doing right now, but the subtext behind the words is flattering. If Thancred simply desired the comforts of a warm body, there were places he could go in the Crystarium to find it, nevermind in Lakeland and beyond. But instead he's here, sitting on a library desk half-naked, sending thrills through Urianger with the practiced ministrations of his lips.
The soft suckle makes Urianger shiver. A tiny noise of enjoyment vibrates in his throat and urges his hand onward. With careful pressure and slight twists of his wrist, he strokes Thancred's cock slowly and deliberately within the pocket of his closed fist. It seems to fit against the lifeline of his palm so perfectly, hugged by the more supple ball of his thumb.
His heart thumps in his chest. Urianger wants him back, almost desperately so, his own eagerness straining against the remainder of his clothes. He considers whether he should pick Thancred up and move him again — there's a reading chair behind him... more than sturdy enough to support their combined weight. But at the same time, they are somewhat limited in what they can get away with doing here in public... ]
Mmh. [ He huffs quietly, a small noise of frustration and lust. There will be other nights. For now, he'll devote his attention to pleasuring the beautiful Hyur, and to the tantalizing, thrilling, slightly stinging sensation on his neck. ] P-Pray thy lips be careful... not to mark...
[ The truth is that Thancred is no longer the sort of person who will simply find a pretty face he's never met and charm its owner until they end up in bed together. Even during his heyday, if it could be called that, he had generally had some manner of ulterior motive when doing such things. Of course, he'd still had to engage in some fun to work up to that level of experience, but...
It's been years now, and these days he's a bit more discerning with his partners.
With his cock enclosed in Urianger's deft hand, Thancred can't quite stop himself from making small thrusts against his palm to encourage the friction. His fingers dig into the warm skin of Urianger's back, feeling muscle and the sharp bones of his shoulder blades, and he heaves out a weighty sigh. Urianger reminds him that he shouldn't leave any bruises on his neck, and yet it's hard to find a good reason to stop.
Save to answer him, that is. Thancred's voice is starting to sound a bit less controlled, a bit more breathy, as Urianger continues to work at him. ] Surely you could cover it with some of that jewelry you're so fond of...
[ Might it be oddly enjoyable if someone did notice the marks and asked about it, only for Urianger to fumble for a reasonable response? Yes, it's the alcohol speaking, but Thancred does end up sucking on the tender spot on Urianger's slender neck a bit more. ]
[ ........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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I...
[ His pulse has quickened. Thancred can surely hear it, if not feel it. The Elezen stares down at his boyish, playful smile, face bordered on one side by his own chest, and the remainder of his hesitation fizzles away.
Instead of answering with words, Urianger bows down and kisses him. Thancred's lips are warm and soft. They smell like sweet mead; venturing to press his tongue experimentally against his upper lip, he finds that they taste like sweet mead too. There's nothing more he wants now than Thancred's hands all over him, doing what Thancred's hands are so good at doing.
Urianger moves his broad palms from Thancred's shoulder blades to his lower back, then over the pleasant slope of his rump, to cup the back of his upper thighs. He isn't trying to grope him through his coat (although, it's certainly enjoyable in the same way), instead tightening his grip to lift Thancred off the floor and deposit his butt on top of the desk directly beside them. The extra height immediately makes it easier for them to kiss, and will be useful for other things, too.
Without pulling away or opening his eyes, Urianger moves his hands to Thancred's shoulders, tugging at the open collar help slip the garment off. Quietly. ]
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Any uncertainty about Urianger's intentions is quickly chased away soon after that, when a sweet kiss comes, followed by the swipe of a tongue that seems to be requesting entrance. Before Thancred's addled mind can even react to that, he's lifted up and placed onto the desk in one swift motion.
It's not that he's ever questioned if Urianger was capable of carrying him, but such proof of it stokes a new wave of exhilaration in him, solidifying his needs for the evening.
He laughs, though still takes care to be quiet, which means that it comes out rough and husky — all while Urianger endeavors to disrobe him. Thancred rolls back his shoulders to make it easier for Urianger to peel his coat off. ]
I think you should do that more often. Mayhap we could try this against a wall, next time?
[ Unfortunately, he is not the sort of person who is reasonable enough to shut his mouth while in the act. He does at least manage to keep his voice down, but he is fairly certain they're the only people here. If anyone does approach, his senses are attuned enough (yes, even while drunk) that he'll be aware of it.
He reaches out then, intending for their relative states of undress to remain equal as he slides the fabric of Urianger's robes from his shoulders. ]
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Be it thy intent to hie mine hands forward through ceaseless taunts?
[ Because as much as he hates to admit it, it seems to be working. His hands smooth across the back of Thancred's black body armor, feeling for its fastenings. Leaning in again, he nudges Thancred's cheek with his nose momentarily, as if hesitating, before planting another kiss on his lips. If only it were so easy for him to hurry Thancred long in a similar way, but the other man seems committed to turning this into a game... as enjoyable of a game as it is so far.
Urianger stands up straight a second later to pull the armor up over Thancred's head and off his body. Once it's on the floor with his gloves and his coat, he reaches to his waist to disconnect and unwind the aetherial chains adorning his robes. ]
...Yea fortunate am I for the walls in this library to be not walls, but rows of tomes. [ No way in hell Urianger would be willing to fuck Thancred against a collection of precious, exceedingly rare pre-Flood books. Think of the body fluids. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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. ]
and very very sorry for my delay!!! ToT
No. One of those same noises is what brings Urianger back from his brief reverie. He opens his eyes in time to meet Thancred's gaze and it seems that their minds, for a rarity, are perfectly aligned. The wordless request to deepen their kiss is accepted, and Urianger meets Thancred's tongue with his own, although he's clearly conceding the space past his lips to the Hyur if he wants to explore it.
He's fully occupied with exploration of his own. Don't stop, he was told, but he has no intention of stopping now unless ordered to, and Urianger knows that Thancred would much sooner order him to do many other things than to stop. His broad palm strokes up the hard length, gliding smoothly against the soft surface of the fabric. He doesn't intend to tease him, but he does not entirely realize that taking his time has exactly that effect. Further distracting is the way Thancred braces his legs against the side of the desk to buck against his hand, which makes Urianger's mind wander to lewder activities and his face flush hot all over again.
Somehow, these trousers must come off. Flustered and addled as he is by Thancred's expert mouth, and even further by his own growing need trapped behind his gray underskirt and smallclothes, Urianger fumbles to unbuckle his belt. He manages that, somehow, but then there's the buttons and zipper beneath to wrangle. ]
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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. ]
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I — [ his voice comes out low and breathy. As his fingers slip behind the upper hem of Thancred's underclothing, he tips his head to one side to let (or, to ask) his companion kiss his throat and shoulders. ] I am not... some tender pupil — to... to these carnal...
[ The thought tapers off into another heavy sigh. His hand has found Thancred's cock and it immediately commands all of Urianger's attention. As he grasps the organ eagerly, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the tip, his other hand pulls away to wrap around Thancred's back, helping to support his weight. ]
........Ah. Hah... Thou art so feverish already... [ With a pleasant hum, he pulls it free. Hyurs being smaller in size, Thancred's cock feels smaller relative to how Urianger's own feels in his hand, but it makes it easy to encase it entirely in his palm and fingers as he begins to stroke it. ]
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Yet there is something about Urianger that makes him come across as innocent, all the same. He has a sense of propriety, or at least the illusion of it. Of course, if he'd truly cared, he would not have invited Thancred to the library in the middle of the night to do this.
Both of them are distracted by Urianger's hand as it takes hold of and then frees his cock. At the remark about how he's already at this point, Thancred huffs out a little laugh against Urianger's bare skin. ] I think I made my desires quite clear over linkpearl. To be given exactly what you want — well, it's bound to get a man excited.
[ Nor does Urianger make him wait for what he wants. Their difference in size is something that has been noted between them before, and it certainly doesn't stop at height. Thancred may feel small in Urianger's grip, but he doesn't see that as a downside, not when it means that he can be touched all over, all at once.
It's almost overwhelming, but he has little issue with that. He leans in and reaches with his arms to circle them around to Urianger's back, then returns his mouth to his neck, sucking at the skin there slowly. He should not overdo it and leave a mark, and yet he's drunk enough that it strikes him as a great idea in the moment. ]
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[ The Elezen echoes the words in a low, murmuring voice. He knows that Thancred means this, what they're... doing right now, but the subtext behind the words is flattering. If Thancred simply desired the comforts of a warm body, there were places he could go in the Crystarium to find it, nevermind in Lakeland and beyond. But instead he's here, sitting on a library desk half-naked, sending thrills through Urianger with the practiced ministrations of his lips.
The soft suckle makes Urianger shiver. A tiny noise of enjoyment vibrates in his throat and urges his hand onward. With careful pressure and slight twists of his wrist, he strokes Thancred's cock slowly and deliberately within the pocket of his closed fist. It seems to fit against the lifeline of his palm so perfectly, hugged by the more supple ball of his thumb.
His heart thumps in his chest. Urianger wants him back, almost desperately so, his own eagerness straining against the remainder of his clothes. He considers whether he should pick Thancred up and move him again — there's a reading chair behind him... more than sturdy enough to support their combined weight. But at the same time, they are somewhat limited in what they can get away with doing here in public... ]
Mmh. [ He huffs quietly, a small noise of frustration and lust. There will be other nights. For now, he'll devote his attention to pleasuring the beautiful Hyur, and to the tantalizing, thrilling, slightly stinging sensation on his neck. ] P-Pray thy lips be careful... not to mark...
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It's been years now, and these days he's a bit more discerning with his partners.
With his cock enclosed in Urianger's deft hand, Thancred can't quite stop himself from making small thrusts against his palm to encourage the friction. His fingers dig into the warm skin of Urianger's back, feeling muscle and the sharp bones of his shoulder blades, and he heaves out a weighty sigh. Urianger reminds him that he shouldn't leave any bruises on his neck, and yet it's hard to find a good reason to stop.
Save to answer him, that is. Thancred's voice is starting to sound a bit less controlled, a bit more breathy, as Urianger continues to work at him. ] Surely you could cover it with some of that jewelry you're so fond of...
[ Might it be oddly enjoyable if someone did notice the marks and asked about it, only for Urianger to fumble for a reasonable response? Yes, it's the alcohol speaking, but Thancred does end up sucking on the tender spot on Urianger's slender neck a bit more. ]
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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...