OOM: Urquhart and Moist, preparing for a job on the Discworld

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart has a bag of fresh food dangling from his wrist, and his other arm thrown around Moist.

He unlocks the door. His room looks very inviting, tidy, and comfortable.

"Cooking first, or sex first?"

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[morethanprops]

"And someone coming to kill the last of your people."

[scots_wolf]

"He'd so fall for dreary Scottish tales of clan warfare, too," Urquhart says. "He'd even believe in the lake snake, but that won't get anybody laid."

[morethanprops]

"Talking about how your poor mother was eaten by a werewolf or a vampire might. Lost on the moors and gone forever."

[scots_wolf]

"He'd want to comfort me then," Urquhart says, grinning as he adds the okras.

He turns to kiss Moist, as one mustn't forget the really important things, not even while plotting fun but unimportant mischief.

[morethanprops]

Moist lengthens the kiss, he does enjoy plotting with Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart can easily plot, kiss, and stir the pan at the same time.

[morethanprops]

So Moist gets closer and caresses Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Well, that is distracting. Urquhart puts down the spoon to give more attention to the kissing and touching.

[morethanprops]

"Mm, how much more does the food need?" As he'd rather not stop just yet.

[scots_wolf]

"We add the fish and the mangoes and herbs, and then let it simmer on very low for quite a while," Urquhart murmurs against his mouth.

[morethanprops]

"Then let's do that quickly,"

Moist says as he nips at Urquhart's lips.

[scots_wolf]

Luckily, fish, mangoes and herbs are prepared and just need to go in before Urquhart can turn his full attention to Moist.

[morethanprops]

Moist appreciates that and pulls Urquhart away from the cooking as he gets his hands down Urquhart's trousers.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pulls at Moist's shirt, suddenly very impatient.

[morethanprops]

His eagerness makes Moist laugh against his mouth and quickly unbuttons his shirt, enough to pull it off.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends his head to kiss Moist's throat, moaning as his lips slide over jaw and neck.

[morethanprops]

Moist moves his hands to caress Urquhart's length and arch against him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hand slides Moist's shirt off his shoulders, and nips at his collarbones.

He pushes into Moist's hand, sighing.

[morethanprops]

At the nip, Moist groans and changes the tempo of his caress.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart chuckles, and steps backwards, pulling Moist towards the divan.

[morethanprops]

Moist follows and tries to get Urquhart's trousers off at the same time.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart stumbles and falls backwards on the divan, his length jutting out from his partially pulled-down breeches.

[morethanprops]

"Mm," Moist tugs his trousers off the rest of the way and kneels to take Urquhart's length in his mouth.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sprawls, moaning loudly.

That feels lovely!

[morethanprops]

That's the idea and Moist has missed the taste and feel of Urquhart and takes his time, caressing and licking with a few nips.