OOM: With Moist, shortly before Hogswatch 2011

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's rooms smells of spices and smoke when he opens the door. There is a fire in the brazier, and a tray of small spicy pastries by the divan, exuding a scent of cardamom and cinnamon and aniseed and cloves.

It's already dark outside, and Franz the dog contentedly goes to lie in his corner and dream of hunting demon bunnies, his feet moving as he sleeps, sometimes.

Urquhart puts down the jug of mulled cider and the mugs he brought, nudges the door shut, and turns to look into Moist's eyes with all sorts of lewd promises.

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[morethanprops]

Moist smiles as he takes off his overcoat and sheds the parts of his role before kissing Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart takes him in his arms and slides his hands down his back, feeling the muscles over Moist's shoulder blades.

Words are very unnecessary.

[morethanprops]

Words also have a way of providing complications, kisses and caresses have no such problem and Moist molds himself to Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hands slide down Moist's side and stroke his hips.

They are pressed together, front to front, heat rising between them.

[morethanprops]

Moist slips his hands under Urquhart's shirt, there's far too much fabric between them.

[scots_wolf]

Yes, he is completely right there!

Urquhart lifts one of his hands -- albeit reluctantly -- to start undoing Moist's collar.

[morethanprops]

Urquhart's shirts are always so much simpler and Moist slips a hand down Urquhart's trousers.

[scots_wolf]

Which are simple as well.

Urquhart gives a little moan at the feeling of warm hands on his skin and keeps unbuttoning Moist's shirt, then bends his head to kiss Moist's neck.

[morethanprops]

Moist groans as Urquhart kisses his neck and squeezes and pulls Urquhart closer to him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart starts pulling Moist's shirt from his trousers with his free hand.

[morethanprops]

"Don't wreck the suit," Moist says as he moans at Urquhart's eagerness.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart snorts.

"No, I'm planning to wreck other things, perhaps, but not the suit," he declares, laughing.

[morethanprops]

"Good, let me get out of it some more,"

It's only a two piece suit and Moist takes off the jacket to hang it buy his overcoat and takes off his tie before kissing Urquhart again.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart has used the time to shed his shirt and takes Moist into his bare arms, kissing him again.

[morethanprops]

Moist smiles and pushes him towards the bed as he deepens the kiss and moves his hand down Urquhart's trousers once more.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart moans, already very ready for him; he sits on the edge of the divan and pulls Moist down with him, not letting go.

[morethanprops]

That eagerness excites Moist and he grinds against Urquhart, he loves the feeling of controlling Urquhart's passion.

[scots_wolf]

Moist knows so very well what to do! Urquhart leans back his head and arches his back in pleasure, pulling Moist along.

[morethanprops]

He does and Urquhart is always so wonderfully receptive so Moist pushes him down on the bed and starts to kiss down his stomach.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart moans loudly. He not-so-secretly loves it when Moist takes control in this way.

[morethanprops]

Moist knows that and is soon pulling down Urquhart's trousers as he caresses and kisses and teases with his fingers and lips.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is very ready for this, jutting expectantly as the trousers slide down.

He gasps. "Yes!"

That's the way to go!

[morethanprops]

"Mm, nice to see you've missed me,"

He nips at those sensitive areas as his fingers lightly touch Urquhart's skin.

[scots_wolf]

"Yes!" Urquhart groans again, his back arching under the touch.

[morethanprops]

Moist keeps things slow as he wants to draw this out for Urquhart.