[A sigh of relief practically punches out of him, trickling into a laugh as he draws Urianger's hand firmly against his own, bowing his head and pulling the line of slender fingers to his lips. Lingering, just enough to be coy in that slight flair for the dramatic, before an impish smile spreads.]
That, I believe, is overdue. [Among quite a few other things.]
It occurs to Urianger just how many times he'd rolled his eyes at the sight of Thancred doing this to Twelve know how many women. And yet? Now that it has been turned on him with Thancred's sincere feelings laid bare...his heart flutters all the same. It is a very romantic gesture, but Thancred's vibes were never right until now.
He makes a sound of amusement, very much in the pleased sense.]
[Ohhhhhhh how hard it is not to just bring that palm right up to follow suit against his mouth. But he controls himself, instead gently coasting closer to Urianger, his hand still carefully held in Thancred's own.]
Have you had any time to think on it? This foolishness of ours?
Surely thou art not blind to my gaze unto thee in our precious moments of peace these last few days...?
[The softness in his eyes? The warmth in his smile? And to say nothing of all those times he had to stop his wandering hand from sneaking just the briefest of contact.
He's thought about it. He's been longing for this very moment.]
I'd wanted to take that answer in your eyes as soon as I could. But that was not my choice to make. Not while in the throes of desperation, fearing for each other's lives.
[But here, they had a chance to breathe amidst treading water. Just for a few days more.
Those fingers are brought back to his lips again. This time, he keeps eye contact. This time, his free hand slowly traces to brush fingertips to rest against Urianger's collarbone.]
This I knew, and thus did I wait. [He lowers his voice to a gentle lilt.] Now here we stand, silhouettes 'gainst the morning sun of a new week. A true moment of peace ere we venture out to face certain adversity in a new form. For this one, blissful moment, we are safe. Selfishly, I would occupy thee for every second of it.
[He bends forward to bring himself closer to Thancred's height, his other hand resting on the man's shoulder.]
A minute or two. Though I do believe it can wait for us, mm?
It's not anything he hasn't heard before. But to hear it from Urianger sends Thancred's heart racing in his throat, his smile a little brighter.
He doesn't deign an answer necessary. He simply breaks the rapidly shrinking space between them, that captive hand held tight against his chest and his unhindered touch tracing up to the lines of Urianger's neck, breath nudging together in warm exhale as his lips find the Elezen's. A simple kiss, a little hungrier than the first had been, basking in the sense of it and patiently waiting for Urianger's reply.]
[Urianger accepts Thancred's lips with ease, breathing contently through his nose. Desire tightens around his heart with the ache of longing fanning the flame. Strange, how they'd only just discussed this foray into foolishness but days ago, and yet it feels like he's been waiting for this opportunity for far longer.
The moment their lips part, Urianger chases with a kiss of his own, unpracticed yet eager. He squeezes his hand in Thancred's, appreciating every second of satisfying contact that's been returned to them.]
Hm. Shall I make this easier for the both of us once more?
[The couch is a few steps away. Time to do something about that height difference.]
[Oh, but that little bit of chase is so delightfully unexpected. Here he'd wondered if Urianger would be hesitant or not, but his smile spreads under the earnest reply and push back into him, like sparks down his blood.
Maybe he wouldn't have to do much wooing after all.]
Far be it from me to stop you. [A chuckle as he nudges himself against the Elezen's jaw, light presses of lips towards his throat.] You have me for the morning. Whatever you'd like.
[Urianger's had some time to work through lingering reservations, thanks to that little primer Thancred gave him through thin fabric the other night.
...Thancred can still woo him, though. Urianger thinks he'd rather like it.
The kiss against his jaw results in a pleased hum as he uses their already held hands to bring Thancred along to the couch. After getting himself seated, he holds out his other hand to invite the hyur in.]
Wouldst thou...continue to share thine experience with me?
[That experience has led to immeasurable heartbreak in the past, yet Urianger expects maturity to have taught Thancred to handle this heart with care. It's...an unsteady one, after all.]
[The scent of coffee starts to linger as Thancred leans over in a loose straddle, one knee hoisted up against the couch to press against Urianger's thigh.]
Aye, I think I can manage. You've nothing to worry. I'll not let you flounder.
[His free hand traces Urianger's jaw, the feel of his beard and the tenderness of skin, a trace of his thumb just to the elegant shell of his ear. For a second, his expression settles serious.]
I've no desire to push you, your wounds being as they are. If you feel unwell or hurt, if you wish to stop at all - tell me, and we will stop.
[No need dressing it in a safeword just yet. Baby steps.]
Otherwise... [His smile quirks, leaning his weight in closer - pulling that held hand to his own hip and giving it permission to settle there in the soft cottons of his sleepingwear.] ...Let me feel that curiosity of yours. Ask me questions with your hands.
[Urianger settles into a pleased smile as Thancred leans over him like this, tracing the form of his face so tenderly. Never have his features been beheld in such a way. It's almost enough to make him self-conscious...if not for the fact that he wants Thancred to appreciate him.]
I understand. I bid thee not to worry, as I've no intention of overexerting myself.
[He's a patient man, more than happy to take this slow. It would be a similar story even without his injuries preventing them from getting too heated.
He allows Thancred to guide his hand, and places his other in a mirrored position- both to support the other man's positioning and for exploration. His long, slender fingers tentatively stretch out to get a full feeling of Thancred's hips, and he draws in a sharp breath out of nervous excitement. He'd internally tell his heart to be still, but...no, this is the perfect time for it to flutter in his chest.]
'Tis an interesting task thou hast given me. I look forward to thine interpretations of my touch.
[He sighs easily against the grip, a slight roll of his weight in appreciation as his hand finds one of Urianger's, a supportive press of his own palm against wrist and forearm amd back up to his fingers, as though appreciating the claim.]
No need to be shy with it, if it is not your wish. In this, there are no wrong questions to ask.
For now... [He exhales smoothly as he tucks himself down to briefly press their lips together, eyes lidded at his withdrawal.] I'd rather like the taste of you.
[...
An exhale. Another kiss presses lightly, lingering longer. A little more motion to it, to get Urianger accustomed, as the fingers tracing his jaw lower to cup his chin and ease it open with a slight press of his thumb.]
Mm. [His weight shifts eagerly under Urianger's fingers, a slight shiver to it.] Relax your mouth a little for me.
[So that's Thancred's answer to that touch... Heh. He rather likes this little Q&A.]
Thy sage council is much appreciated.
[It's a good motivator to continue his exploration as Thancred keeps their lips occupied.
He dutifully works on a rhythm of returning those kisses while his hands carefully slide up to hold Thancred at his waist. He settles like that for a moment as his attention becomes stretched a little too thin by the way Thancred's touching him. He almost misses the man's words entirely. Just almost, though. His eyes flutter open for a second, a little hazy, before he nods and does as he's told.]
[Tones muscle sit warmly at attention as Urianger's hands slide up, the rise and fall of Thancred's breath just barely tugging under his fingers. It earns a pleased hum against parting lips, another press of the hand that cradles Urianger's grip against him with a rub of his thumb into the warmth at Urianger's wrist.
His weight shifts further as the Hyur moves fingers lightly from chin to ear - tracing clear to the lobe, to the fine taper, feather-light - before cupping Urianger's face against his palm and thumb as he presses more intentionally with his mouth, carefully deepening the kiss. Slow. Savoring.
He knew Urianger wasn't slow in the slightest, but would he be a fast learner here as well?]
[Breath trembling, Urianger murmurs something unintelligible against Thancred's lips as the hyur so tenderly runs fingers along his ear. Judging by how tightly he holds onto Thancred's waist, it's no doubt a good answer.
He allows himself to be guided into that deeper kiss, simply accepting at first to get a feel of Thancred's lips against his own and savoring the taste. But he does venture forth with an attempt at reciprocating those movements with his own. It's...well, he's obviously never done this before. He's slow and a little sloppy, but he's trying. He's certainly not lacking in eagerness to please.]
Liked that, did you? [It's a chuckled statement between breaths, letting his hand gently slide back to repeat the motion against his ear as his lips still for a moment, a nail just carefully dragging a gentle line against the skin.]
[The smallest of affirmations, but loud enough. Just as they're sensitive to the cold, his ears are pretty damn sensitive to touch like this too. Funnily enough, he's just now in the process of learning this about himself since no one's ever played with his ears like this before.
He keeps his breathing steady and hold firm, as much as his body wants to squirm under that touch. Kisses are placed in various spots of Thancred's face, fervent and appreciative.]
[A delight to hear confirmed. There's a thrill at the thought of learning Urianger's tells like the pages of a book unread.
But this is a moment to savor, not to tease. And Urianger's attentions have Thancred warmly distracted with a smile that sits easy, amused and flattered all at once.
He gently trails his own mouth to pepper a careful trail along defined cheekbone, lips grazing the opposite ear even as his thumb and forefinger delicately press the tapered tip of the first.]
I've no desire to trap you all red to the ears just yet. You've my word. [It's all a whisper, with his mouth so close.] But it truly is a deliciously elegant part of you.
[With the attention fully turned his way, Urianger breathes contentedly while sliding his hands along Thancred's back and returning to his hips to keep him secure...though maybe one hand goes astray and feels along Thancred's chest for a moment. You know, just to see how those muscles feel.
He shivers as Thancred pampers him so, humming his approval.]
Full glad am I that it is to thy liking. Thou art the first to witness it.
[Urianger never even knew his potential for romance, nose buried in a tome or work as it so often is... That Thancred's even taken an interest in pursuing him is still a surprise to him.]
[Sleepwear leaves far less to the imagination than Thancred's normal attire, only cotton between wandering fingers and the curve of his back, the shape of muscle gained from hard work an easy feel against his chest.
The Hyur practically purrs into Urianger's ear in response, his body shivering as a messier kiss presses against Urianger's jawline, closer to his pulse. It's been a while since he'd been touched like this. Gods. It's strange to think about. How disappointed his younger self might be.
With a hum, Thancred straightens himself up on his knees overtop Urianger's lap, both hands slipping up to carefully cup the back of the Elezen's head against his palms, thumbs framing his jaw, fingers tucking into silver locks.]
And I plan to cherish it. Every second. [A lean. Another lighter kiss. Another, before his smile grows apologetic.] Though... do let me know if I am getting too carried away. I'd have no respect for myself if I smothered you so. [Will that stop him from peppering the lightest kisses to Urianger as the Elezen had just done to him a minute ago? Nope. But he will stop if Urianger asks. He's a man of his word.]
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His eyes travel to the closed bedroom of Lynne. Asleep? Already out and about? Who's to say.]
I wonder. Our previous affliction faded around the fall of the snow, at this same turn of the week.
[A pause, and a glance over his shoulder back to Urianger.]
Do you still feel as you normally would, Urianger?
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Oh, 'tis true. I had nearly grown accustomed to the previous week's affliction, I did not think to test...
[Well, he especially wouldn't have if Thancred was still asleep. He certainly wouldn't want to shock the man awake.]
I do. And thou?
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Still. There's a glint in his eye as he saunters back to the kitchenette, holding out one of his hands.]
May I?
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Thou mayest.
[...though not at full force right away, just in case. Gently, carefully, he reaches out and brushes his fingertips against Thancred's.
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And he smiles brightly, taking the hand in full.]
Oh, thank the Twelve.
[Sharing a bed is back on the menu, boys!!! Among other things.]
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That, I believe, is overdue. [Among quite a few other things.]
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It occurs to Urianger just how many times he'd rolled his eyes at the sight of Thancred doing this to Twelve know how many women. And yet? Now that it has been turned on him with Thancred's sincere feelings laid bare...his heart flutters all the same. It is a very romantic gesture, but Thancred's vibes were never right until now.
He makes a sound of amusement, very much in the pleased sense.]
And very welcomed, I should add.
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[Ohhhhhhh how hard it is not to just bring that palm right up to follow suit against his mouth. But he controls himself, instead gently coasting closer to Urianger, his hand still carefully held in Thancred's own.]
Have you had any time to think on it? This foolishness of ours?
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[The softness in his eyes? The warmth in his smile? And to say nothing of all those times he had to stop his wandering hand from sneaking just the briefest of contact.
He's thought about it. He's been longing for this very moment.]
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Aye, in moments.
I'd wanted to take that answer in your eyes as soon as I could. But that was not my choice to make. Not while in the throes of desperation, fearing for each other's lives.
[But here, they had a chance to breathe amidst treading water. Just for a few days more.
Those fingers are brought back to his lips again. This time, he keeps eye contact. This time, his free hand slowly traces to brush fingertips to rest against Urianger's collarbone.]
How long 'til the coffee needs tending?
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[He bends forward to bring himself closer to Thancred's height, his other hand resting on the man's shoulder.]
A minute or two. Though I do believe it can wait for us, mm?
[He'll not let the coffee timer dictate this.]
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It's not anything he hasn't heard before. But to hear it from Urianger sends Thancred's heart racing in his throat, his smile a little brighter.
He doesn't deign an answer necessary. He simply breaks the rapidly shrinking space between them, that captive hand held tight against his chest and his unhindered touch tracing up to the lines of Urianger's neck, breath nudging together in warm exhale as his lips find the Elezen's. A simple kiss, a little hungrier than the first had been, basking in the sense of it and patiently waiting for Urianger's reply.]
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The moment their lips part, Urianger chases with a kiss of his own, unpracticed yet eager. He squeezes his hand in Thancred's, appreciating every second of satisfying contact that's been returned to them.]
Hm. Shall I make this easier for the both of us once more?
[The couch is a few steps away. Time to do something about that height difference.]
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Maybe he wouldn't have to do much wooing after all.]
Far be it from me to stop you. [A chuckle as he nudges himself against the Elezen's jaw, light presses of lips towards his throat.] You have me for the morning. Whatever you'd like.
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...Thancred can still woo him, though. Urianger thinks he'd rather like it.
The kiss against his jaw results in a pleased hum as he uses their already held hands to bring Thancred along to the couch. After getting himself seated, he holds out his other hand to invite the hyur in.]
Wouldst thou...continue to share thine experience with me?
[That experience has led to immeasurable heartbreak in the past, yet Urianger expects maturity to have taught Thancred to handle this heart with care. It's...an unsteady one, after all.]
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Aye, I think I can manage. You've nothing to worry. I'll not let you flounder.
[His free hand traces Urianger's jaw, the feel of his beard and the tenderness of skin, a trace of his thumb just to the elegant shell of his ear. For a second, his expression settles serious.]
I've no desire to push you, your wounds being as they are. If you feel unwell or hurt, if you wish to stop at all - tell me, and we will stop.
[No need dressing it in a safeword just yet. Baby steps.]
Otherwise... [His smile quirks, leaning his weight in closer - pulling that held hand to his own hip and giving it permission to settle there in the soft cottons of his sleepingwear.] ...Let me feel that curiosity of yours. Ask me questions with your hands.
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I understand. I bid thee not to worry, as I've no intention of overexerting myself.
[He's a patient man, more than happy to take this slow. It would be a similar story even without his injuries preventing them from getting too heated.
He allows Thancred to guide his hand, and places his other in a mirrored position- both to support the other man's positioning and for exploration. His long, slender fingers tentatively stretch out to get a full feeling of Thancred's hips, and he draws in a sharp breath out of nervous excitement. He'd internally tell his heart to be still, but...no, this is the perfect time for it to flutter in his chest.]
'Tis an interesting task thou hast given me. I look forward to thine interpretations of my touch.
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No need to be shy with it, if it is not your wish. In this, there are no wrong questions to ask.
For now... [He exhales smoothly as he tucks himself down to briefly press their lips together, eyes lidded at his withdrawal.] I'd rather like the taste of you.
[...
An exhale. Another kiss presses lightly, lingering longer. A little more motion to it, to get Urianger accustomed, as the fingers tracing his jaw lower to cup his chin and ease it open with a slight press of his thumb.]
Mm. [His weight shifts eagerly under Urianger's fingers, a slight shiver to it.] Relax your mouth a little for me.
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Thy sage council is much appreciated.
[It's a good motivator to continue his exploration as Thancred keeps their lips occupied.
He dutifully works on a rhythm of returning those kisses while his hands carefully slide up to hold Thancred at his waist. He settles like that for a moment as his attention becomes stretched a little too thin by the way Thancred's touching him. He almost misses the man's words entirely. Just almost, though. His eyes flutter open for a second, a little hazy, before he nods and does as he's told.]
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His weight shifts further as the Hyur moves fingers lightly from chin to ear - tracing clear to the lobe, to the fine taper, feather-light - before cupping Urianger's face against his palm and thumb as he presses more intentionally with his mouth, carefully deepening the kiss. Slow. Savoring.
He knew Urianger wasn't slow in the slightest, but would he be a fast learner here as well?]
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He allows himself to be guided into that deeper kiss, simply accepting at first to get a feel of Thancred's lips against his own and savoring the taste. But he does venture forth with an attempt at reciprocating those movements with his own. It's...well, he's obviously never done this before. He's slow and a little sloppy, but he's trying. He's certainly not lacking in eagerness to please.]
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[The smallest of affirmations, but loud enough. Just as they're sensitive to the cold, his ears are pretty damn sensitive to touch like this too. Funnily enough, he's just now in the process of learning this about himself since no one's ever played with his ears like this before.
He keeps his breathing steady and hold firm, as much as his body wants to squirm under that touch. Kisses are placed in various spots of Thancred's face, fervent and appreciative.]
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But this is a moment to savor, not to tease. And Urianger's attentions have Thancred warmly distracted with a smile that sits easy, amused and flattered all at once.
He gently trails his own mouth to pepper a careful trail along defined cheekbone, lips grazing the opposite ear even as his thumb and forefinger delicately press the tapered tip of the first.]
I've no desire to trap you all red to the ears just yet. You've my word. [It's all a whisper, with his mouth so close.] But it truly is a deliciously elegant part of you.
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He shivers as Thancred pampers him so, humming his approval.]
Full glad am I that it is to thy liking. Thou art the first to witness it.
[Urianger never even knew his potential for romance, nose buried in a tome or work as it so often is... That Thancred's even taken an interest in pursuing him is still a surprise to him.]
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The Hyur practically purrs into Urianger's ear in response, his body shivering as a messier kiss presses against Urianger's jawline, closer to his pulse. It's been a while since he'd been touched like this. Gods. It's strange to think about. How disappointed his younger self might be.
With a hum, Thancred straightens himself up on his knees overtop Urianger's lap, both hands slipping up to carefully cup the back of the Elezen's head against his palms, thumbs framing his jaw, fingers tucking into silver locks.]
And I plan to cherish it. Every second. [A lean. Another lighter kiss. Another, before his smile grows apologetic.] Though... do let me know if I am getting too carried away. I'd have no respect for myself if I smothered you so. [Will that stop him from peppering the lightest kisses to Urianger as the Elezen had just done to him a minute ago? Nope. But he will stop if Urianger asks. He's a man of his word.]
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