A Spot of Hogswatch Trouble

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Moist has been enjoying Sto Kerrig, its a prosperous little city with its own ways and people who consider themselves good judges of character.

Since he's enjoying it so much, he's settled himself into a nicer than usual hotel suite and talking about enjoying Hogswatch.

The room is comfortable and when he finds the Bar in his bathroom, he grins and goes looking for Urquhart or Saffron.

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The time slips away pleasantly and Moist finds himself napping as he's rather content.

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"Your turn," Urquhart whispers in his ear when he's somewhat revived.

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"Oh, lucky me,"

Moist murmurs as he wakes up to Urquhart's whisper.

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Urquhart lifts his shoulders, gently turning Moist in his arms, and bending over to kiss his lips.

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The kiss is nice and Moist relaxes into it.

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Urquhart kisses him for a while, his hair pooling around Moist's head as he bends over him.

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Moist always enjoys Urquhart's kisses and he's happy to let Urquhart do with him as he will.

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Urquhart's hair trails over Moist's skin as he kisses his way downwards.

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His hair tickles slightly and Moist laughs as he also moans.

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Urquhart playfully nips at a nipple.

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Moist moans and writhes under Urquhart, "Mm, like that."

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"That's what I thought," Urquhart chuckles, lips against bare skin, and nibbles some more.

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"You do know what I like,"

His words are breathier as its harder to speak.

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Finally, Urquhart kisses his way downwards at last.

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Moist shifts under him and groans, Urquhart is so good.

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His hair trails down over Moist's skin, and his hands caress the muscles in Moist's side and back.

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He shifts into every touch, clutching at Urquhart's hair and back.

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Urquhart pushes Moist's knees apart to kiss the inside of his thighs, carefully skirting around his prick as yet.

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The teasing is unfair and good and Moist arches into Urquhart's kisses.

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Slowly, Urquhart kisses his way up on the insides of Moist's thighs.

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Moist gasps as outside bells start to ring and in the small part of his mind not gasping with pleasure, Moist goes through all he's done here.

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Urquhart looks up, disturbed from his very, very pleasant occupation.

"Alarms?" he says. "Fire? Attack?"

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"I don't know,"

He sighs, he doesn't want to stop, but the bells are worrying.

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"Should we find out?" Urquhart says.

If Moist is distracted, sex won't be as much fun. Finding out what the bells mean will let them get back to business.

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"Yes, we should,"

Bells rarely mean anything good and he sits up and does up his pants before walking over to the window with its thick curtain.