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]

"I'll drink to that," she agrees, slowly slipping her way out from between them.

Her wine is half-empty, and finishing it off is easier than it looks. She sets the empty glass down and grins impishly, reaching for the ties in the back of her dress.

[morethanprops]

"Yes,"

He doesn't have to look just twist a little to grab his glass and drink it down with another smile.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lies back and sips his drink, watching Saffron stand and...

[yosafbridge]

"You know, you boys may have an advantage on me in the layers department," says the red-headed space con artist, as she lets her dress fall to the floor, revealing absolutely nothing on underneath.

[morethanprops]

"You've never minded before,"

It just gives her more ways to draw out the fun. Moist leans back on the divan and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

[scots_wolf]

"We'll try and catch up," Urquhart says. "How about a rather more naked Alfred?"

He starts pulling at Moist's clothes, opening buttons and sliding off layers.

[yosafbridge]

"Now there's an idea," she agrees, slowly sinking down to her knees in front of them, her fingers going to the button on Moist's trousers.

If she ends up nuzzling his thighs while she's there, that's just a perk of the angle.

[morethanprops]

Moist groans and helps them both by unbuttoning what Urquhart can't reach and then running his hands over Urquhart's thighs.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart starts on Moist's trousers, to give Saffron access to what's inside.

[yosafbridge]

She shares a grin with Urquhart, silently thanking him for his foresight, her hands gently massaging over Moist's thighs.

It makes it all the more easy for her to slip a hand inside the trousers once they're loose, fingers squeezing around his length.

[morethanprops]

Which makes him groan loader as he tries to find a way to kiss Urquhart.

[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."