Atton Rand -- backdated

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart walks into his room, with Atton slung over his shoulder like a bag of books, dumps him on the divan, and kicks the door shut.

"So," he says, looking down at him with a smirk, "what about that bantha creature?"

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[stuck_mynock]

"It does," Atton says sagely, drawing out and thrusting back in again, setting up a fast, frenetic rhythm.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart groans, then moans, and moves into the thrusts, just as fast.

No frills.

[stuck_mynock]

"Anyone ever told you you make some damn pretty noises," Atton says, a little raggedly.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart thrusts up his hips.

"All. The. Time!" he manages to utter.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton laughs a little hoarsely, driving into Urquhart harder, curling one hand in his hair.

[scots_wolf]

The long, hissing breath Urquhart expels descends into a moan yet again.

The thrusts of his hips towards Atton become more frantic.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton snakes his free hand around, as the other winds tighter into Urquhart's hair, wrapping it around his length and pumping.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart roars with pleasure, enjoying the roughness and wildness of this.

[stuck_mynock]

So Atton continues what he's doing, grinning down at Urquhart, drawing in ragged, half-groaning breaths.

[scots_wolf]

However it's not long before Urquhart gives one last great shout, shudders wildly and is done. Or undone.