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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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is trying to keep back, slow down, prolong the pleasure as much as he can.

[morethanprops]

Now Moist can't have that, he wants Urquhart to give up control so starts doing things he knows pulls Urquhart over the edge.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart tries to breathe regularly, fighting for control.

Then, when Moist suddenly touches him there, he gives a great shout of pleasure -- not quite the pinnacle yet, but an unexpected jolt sideways, so to speak.

[morethanprops]

Moist gives him a moment or two before touching him not just there but there also as he knows how powerful that combination is.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart almost howls, gibbers incoherently, and hisses loudly, but still hangs on.

There! That was unfair.

But then, this is Moist; Moist doesn't play fair, he plays to win.

[morethanprops]

It was unfair but something he knows Urquhart enjoys so changes the order this time.

[scots_wolf]

Oh yes, he does enjoy this.

His toes curl up, he moans loudly, and he can barely keep himself from coming now.

[morethanprops]

Moist does his best to pull him over the edge and swallows before taking his time to lay beside him on the divan.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pulls him in his arms, and for a long while just lies there, gasps getting more regular.

"That was a strong one," he finally says, turning his head to kiss Moist.

Who still tastes of himself.

[morethanprops]

"Apparently you missed me," Its a strange idea but one Moist finds he likes.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart chuckles.

"I did," he says. "There's always sex, of course, but you really know what I like, and you really are what I like. Haven't seen Saffron in a while."

[morethanprops]

"Me neither," Moist relaxes against him, it is nice having a lover who knows you.

[scots_wolf]

A lover who knows you so well, when he now starts exploring your naked back in turn, he is not so much exploring as revisiting, stroking and tickling tender spots that got a reaction before.

Several times, mostly.

[morethanprops]

The touches are wonderful and Moist sighs and shifts into them.

[scots_wolf]

Soon, Urquhart starts pulling at Moist's trousers, and pushing fingers all the way down his abdomen from above.

[morethanprops]

Which Moist helps him to do, his erection's straining at his pants.

[scots_wolf]

Soon, Urquhart's hand finds purchase where it needs to be.

[morethanprops]

Moist gasps and moves into Urquhart's hand, clutching at Urquhart and the divan.

[scots_wolf]

But after a few teasing minutes, Urquhart lets go and sits up.

[morethanprops]

"What are you up to?" He knows that Urquhart won't leave him yearning like this.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kneels over him and slides his trousers completely off him.

[morethanprops]

Moist lifts up his hips to help Urquhart and smiles, running a through Urquhart's long hair.

[scots_wolf]

The long hair that pools on Moist's stomach as Urquhart bends to kiss his navel, then let his lips wander down slowly.

[morethanprops]

Moist does love Urquart's hair but he's now rather more concerned with what his lips are doing and moans.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's lips are teasing the short hair on Moist's lower stomach; and then his teeth find something more substantial to nip at.