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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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.

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Urquhart gets up, still naked, and follows him to the window, looking out behind him, the warmth of his broad chest gently touching Moist's shoulders.

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Moist opens the curtain enough to look out and apparently there's a sort of parade going on involving witches.

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"I guess they're not burning them," Urquhart says, murmuring against Moist's hair.

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"No, I think they're honoring them since witches always stay in on Hogswatch. Its still a few days away though."

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"Why do they do that?" Urquhart says, putting his arms around Moist from behind while watching the parade.

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"They just do. I've never asked one,"

Witches tend to see through him so he avoids them and he leans back into Urquhart's touch.

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"Should we do something about this?" Urquhart ponders, wondering if the parade would provide an opportunity to make some connections.

Or whether they should just go back to bed.

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The bells have stopped ringing for now,

"People will be coming in cold and distracted, it might be useful as long as we avoid the witches."

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"So let's get dressed and go downstairs with out own secret bottle, shall we?" Urquhart says.

The mood is over, anyway. And afterwards, they can pick up where they left off.

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"Yes, I think a rich merchant makes the most sense here,"

Moist turns and kisses Urquhart as he drops the curtain.

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Urquhart kisses him back before letting go of him with some regret.

They have work to do, after all.-

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He takes his time getting dressed into his three piece suit and as Urquhart dresses, takes the chance to steal a few teasing kissing.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart dresses in black, as usual, but he's brought some good clothes made of nice, heavy, high-quality wool, silk and velvet. He'll look impressive enough.