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]

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.

[scots_wolf]

"I helped stuff haggis when I got to eat the left-over filling," Urquhart says, remembering. "That works on kids every time. Bribe-able like dogs, all of them. But we learned that way, didn't we? I still know how to make haggis, but won't inflict it on the unsupecting."

He's gone to his kitchen sideboard, and contemplated things there.

"I think three big eggplants will be enough," he says, weighing them in his hands.

[morethanprops]

"I've known some kids who can get really picky, dogs will be happy for attention and food. What makes it so hard on the unsuspecting?"

Moist walks over and looks at what Urquhart's choosing.

[scots_wolf]

"It's a sort of rough sausage or paté, made of sheep's harts, liver and lungs, with onions, oatmeal, herbs and spices, stuffed in the sheep's stomach and then boiled, cut in slices, and fried," Urquhart says. "It's a speciality of the country I'm from, and all the neighbouring countries swear it's unspeakably awful. Which isn't true, of course."

He takes an eggplant, cuts off the green part with a large kitchen knife, then cuts it into long slices, then crosswise again to longish bits with purple skin on either end. "That how one cuts an eggplant, at least for what I'm making," Urquhart says, and offers Moist the knife for him to cut the next one.

[morethanprops]

"That sounds rather tasty,"

He nods and starts cutting, he's naturally neat so the pieces end up about the same size.