OOM: A pleasant evening with Saffron and Moist

[scots_wolf]

They had found each other downstairs, and without much ado, hardly more than looks, decided to take themselves upstairs, to Urquhart's room, to enjoy each other in whatever way they'd feel like.

So, Urquhart opens the door to Saffron and Moist both, followed by the dog (who lies in his corner by the fire, as the humans will want to do their human things) and some rats with a cart that contains food and drink, to relax with, or maybe enjoy later. The rats leave, and Urquhart goes around with a taper, lighting oriental glass lamps and braziers. It's still a bit too cold, from the outside, to do without.

The divan looks as inviting as ever.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hands slide over Moist's belly while his tongue teases Moist's lips.

[yosafbridge]

Her hand works around Moist's length, slowly stroking, before she replaces it with her mouth to tease him, her other hand sliding over Moist's stomach to grab hold of Urquhart's fingers in a small squeeze.

[morethanprops]

He squeezes Urquhart's thigh as his other hand rests on Saffron's shoulder, caressing as he groans.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kisses him deeply while giving Saffron's hand an almost conspiratorial squeeze.

Let's turn this handsome young man into a moaning puddle of pleasure!

[yosafbridge]

Between the two of them, it's certainly a possibility.

The ends of her hair tickle over Moist's thighs as she teases him with her lips, her tongue, taking him deep into her mouth.

[morethanprops]

Their hands are touching along his body and that adds a thrill to everything.

When Saffron's hair touches his skin, he kisses Urquhart harder.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart presses himself against Moist from behind, reaching down to touch Saffron's hair.

[yosafbridge]

She tilts her head toward Urquhart's fingers, her soft murmur of appreciation creating a slow vibration.

Her hand strokes along Moist's stomach as her lips move around him faster.

[morethanprops]

They are both so very skilled, Moist always wants to make things last but they know how to pleasure him.

He clutches at Saffron, arching back into Urquhart, almost grinding as he tries to feel everything.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart chuckles, and his hands wander up higher, to stroke Moist's chest and tease his nipples.

[yosafbridge]

She hums softly, savoring the taste of him that lingers on her tongue as she pulls back to give him some time to breathe.

"I think he's close to melting," she says, voice low.

[morethanprops]

It takes a little concentration but Moist manages to say with a bit of an accent,

"Not yet, not my fault you're you."

[scots_wolf]

"Hmmm," Urquhart says, bending to kiss him again.

Then: "Totally my fault I'm me."

Tweak.

[yosafbridge]

"Not yet?"

She raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.

"I'm almost hurt. Let's see if we can't turn that into several yeses."

[morethanprops]

He laughs though it turns into a moan, "One letter off."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kisses his throat. "We can change a letter," he says. "We can change lots of other things, too."

[yosafbridge]

"All I want," she whispers, "is for us to unravel you. Think we can make it happen?"

Her hand strokes along his length a little faster, movements made slick and easy.

[morethanprops]

"Mm, oh yes," He rather feels like an instrument being played by them and thrusts into Saffron's hand.

[scots_wolf]

"Unravel him into one long string of pleasure," Urquhart agrees, then bends his head to gently bite Moist's nipples.

[yosafbridge]

"Absolutely," she agrees, before taking Moist into her mouth once more, her fingers flexing against his thighs as her head bobs between them.

[morethanprops]

He opens his mouth to speak but his words turn into groans and a bit of something in Uberwaldian. Later he'll have his turn to thank them.

[scots_wolf]

"You know you can't hold it much longer," Urquhart murmurs against Moist's skin.

[yosafbridge]

All she voices is another hum of agreement.

Her hands and mouth are much too occupied for more.

[morethanprops]

Moist thrusts into Saffron, one hand clutching her and the other Urquhart as he shudders with pleasure.

[scots_wolf]

"Thaaaaat's it," Urquhart murmurs, nipping him again.