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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[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.

[scots_wolf]

And Urquhart is putty in his hands.

Only harder.

[morethanprops]

Which Moist does enjoy and he does all the things he knows Urquhart loves best to make his climax wonderful.

[scots_wolf]

It takes just the right amount of time getting there; and when it comes, it is so fierce that Urquhart shouts loudly with acute pleasure.

[morethanprops]

Moist laughs around Urquhart before shifting back and grinning at him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lies in utter lassitude, regarding him with half-closed eyes.

He sighs deeply, stretches, and reaches out for Moist, to pull him close. Sweat is beading, here and there, in the hair on his body.

He waves a hand weakly, as if to ask for a short time-out from the human task of talking.

[morethanprops]

He's happy to be pulled up beside Urquhart and kisses his cheek, this is comfortable.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart runs his hand down Moist's side, caressing his hip.

[morethanprops]

Moist shifts into Urquhart's touch and takes his shirt the rest of the way off.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart slides his hand under the shirt, and around to Moist's back, sliding a finger into his trousers.

[morethanprops]

At the touch, Moist presses himself into Urquhart, enjoying the feel of skin to skin.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pulls him on top of him, sliding his hand slowly into Moist's trousers more fully.

[morethanprops]

Moist groans and arches into Urquhart's touch.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pushes his trousers off, suddenly very eager again.