OOM: Cooking with Moist

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leads the way upstairs, to his room, and opens the door.

There are books stacked beside the divan now, and a long table with bowls and knives and fruit in basket.

"Bath first, or cooking first?"

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[morethanprops]

His laughs change to small moans as he moves against Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kisses him again, sliding his hand between Moist's legs from behind to stroke some very sensitive spots.

[morethanprops]

Now Moist gasps as he finds a grip on Urquhart's bottom and squeezes while he writhes.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart parts his knees to allow him to come closer and slide right against him.

[morethanprops]

The water sloshes around them as Moist caresses Urquhart, moaning as they move together.

[scots_wolf]

They're not going to last long that way, but that is just as well. Get the edge off, do other things, then return to some more leisurely pleasure later.

[morethanprops]

Moist doesn't mind, one of the things he enjoys about Urquhart is how sometimes being with him is fast and satisfying and others, its incredibly sensual.

[scots_wolf]

This is very fast, it turns out after some more thrusting and writhing.

And very satisfying, actually.

[morethanprops]

Moist cries out and clutches at Urquhart as he comes for fear of sliding into the water too much.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart holds him steady as he reaches his own climax, and then, as his breathing slowly gets back to normal.

[morethanprops]

Urquhart's grip is wonderfully steady and Moist smiles up at him,

"I do think I'm rather relaxed now."

[scots_wolf]

"So am I," Urquhart says, idly sloshing water over Moist's back.

[morethanprops]

"And I think I've gotten a rather nice appetite too. You'll have to put me to work,"

Moist kisses Urquhart as he considers moving.

[scots_wolf]

"I will," Urquhart says. "And explain the difference between eggplants and courgettes, too."

[morethanprops]

"I think I know what the second one is but not the first."

[scots_wolf]

"Dark purple vegetables, pale inside, suck up oil like a sponge when you fry them?" Urquhart says.

[morethanprops]

Moist starts to get up, stretching before standing and searching for a towel,

"Oh, they use them in Klatchian cooking. I like turnips better."

[scots_wolf]

"Klatchian seems to be a lot like our oriental," Urquhart says. "And that's what much of my cooking is like."

[morethanprops]

"I've never been there, but their food is rather nice. It did take me a bit of time to get used to it, since it can be so spicy,"

Finally he spots a towel and carefully gets out, they have splashed water all over the place.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart stands up as well, water dripping from his hair and pelt.

While the tiles are a bit slippery, they will dry easily, and not give problems as boards or rugs would.

[morethanprops]

This is why Moist took the time to put his clothes on a chair, he doesn't like having his things get too messy.

Once he's out and slightly drier, he relaxes on the bed, "I've helped make pastries, long ago."

[scots_wolf]

This is Urquhart's room. He just gets a new shirt, and new breeches, and otherwise pads around on bare feet.

"What did you do?" he asks. "Knead the dough? Fill it?"

[morethanprops]

"Both and help shape it sometimes. I got to eat whatever was leftover,"

His grandmother enjoyed her baking and Moist helped her a lot when he was growing up just as he helped his grandfather with the dogs.

[scots_wolf]

"Was that when you were a kid?" Urquhart asks.

The phrase 'I got to eat whatever was left over' seems to suggest as much.

[morethanprops]

Moist nods as he contemplates Urquhart's clothing selection and pulls on a smaller looking pair of pants.

They're comfortable, but require a good bit of cinching to fit.

Its odd to talk about this with anyone, but Moist doesn't mind too much with Urquhart.