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 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.

[morethanprops]

That's a wonderful sort of teasing and Moist groans and arches into Urquhart's lips.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is pulling Moist's legs apart by the knees to kiss the inside of his thighs, his hair sliding lower over Moist's stomach.

[morethanprops]

Moist's answer is to curse in Uberwaldian as this is the best sort of torture.

[scots_wolf]

"Ja, wirklich?" Urquhart says, in Earth's closest equivalent to that language, as the curse was something really colourful and impossible. He lifts his head to smile up at Moist. "Ich würde das lieber nicht versuchen."

He bends his head again and gives a little bite to what his lips meet first.


Translation: 'Yes, really?' and 'I'd rather not try that.'

[morethanprops]

Moist laughs, its rather helpless and manages to say again in Uberwaldian,

"Not this time, no.:

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart doesn't answer as he is bearing down in earnest now.

[morethanprops]

Which makes it quite hard for Moist to manage coherent thought but some more interesting curses.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart chuckles, his mouth around Moist.

He still understands those curses.