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]

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.

[morethanprops]

The chuckle feels strange and rather nice and Moist groans.

[scots_wolf]

So Urquhart does it again, more intensely.

[morethanprops]

So the groan turns to a moan and Moist clutches at Urquhart's hair and the divan.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hands stroke and poke between Moist's legs as his mouth gets down to serious business.

[morethanprops]

Moist clutches and groans as he feels himself quite close to the edge.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is bearing down harder and faster, to drive him over it.

[morethanprops]

Which doesn't take much and Moist cries out, nothing coherent just joy.

[scots_wolf]

So Urquhart keeps going until the very last drop.

Then, he finally lets go and kisses Moist's navel again, almost tenderly.

[morethanprops]

Moist groans again and lies on the divan, twitching at the kiss.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart comes to lie beside him, lying on his elbow and looking down at him.

An utterly spent Moist is a lovely thing to look at.

[morethanprops]

Urquhart is very good at getting Moist utterly spent and he smiles up at him and moves to rest against him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends to kiss him, saying nothing.

Yes, they both most certainly needed this.

[morethanprops]

Soon there will be food and planning before they make a pretty sum of money.

[scots_wolf]

But first, a moment's rest, and more kisses.

[morethanprops]

A few moments rest and then the fish starts to smell delicious and Moist shifts,

"Dinner smells good."