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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[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.

[yosafbridge]

She murmurs wordless encouragements, coaxing him through it as he clutches her hair, a shiver coursing through her at the sensation, and takes him deep, bringing him through each ripple of pleasure with another stroke of her tongue.

[morethanprops]

He cries out before finally nearing his end and sags against Urquhart, "Mmm."

[scots_wolf]

"I think, Saffron," Urquhart says, "we did it."

He bends to kiss Moist again.

[yosafbridge]

She sits back on her heels, slowly licking her lips, and grins.

"We did," she echoes, still idly stroking Moist's thighs as he comes back down.

[morethanprops]

He shifts under their touch, rather like a content cat, "Mm, your turn next."

[scots_wolf]

"No hurry," Urquhart says. "You catch your breath first."

[yosafbridge]

"We're not going anywhere," Saffron agrees, crawling up slowly to press a kiss to Urquhart's mouth, over Moist's shoulder.

[morethanprops]

Moist stretches and caresses Saffron as she moves up his body,

"Lucky me."

[scots_wolf]

Kissing Saffron, Urquhart can taste Moist on her lips. So familiar...

"I think I'm the really lucky one," he says.

[yosafbridge]

"Agree to disagree," she murmurs, nipping gently at his lower lip as she arches into the touch of Moist's hands, moaning her enjoyment.

[morethanprops]

"Mm, yes," He agrees as he takes one of her breasts in his mouth since it is quite easy to reach.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits up, then bends over Moist to start kissing down Saffron's back.

[yosafbridge]

She arches into the heat of his mouth, his tongue, whimpering softly, trying to lean into both of their touches simultaneously.

[morethanprops]

As she leans, Moist puts his hands on her hips, tracing circles on the skin there and moving one down her thigh as he sucks and bites her nipple.

[scots_wolf]

"I think it's your turn," Urquhart murmurs to her, starting to kiss down her back, so she gets attention from both sides.

[yosafbridge]

She whimpers between the two of them, caught in the middle with no hope of escape - fortunately.

"Is it?" she replies, seemingly innocent.