[OOM] Urquhart.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's room isn't very luxurious, but it's very much of his homeworld, lately - which means, for the most part, a lot of fur - fur duvet, fur rug, fur covering on a chair. Kazic III was a very cold planet at the best of times.

Atton flicks a hand at the bathroom, and there's the sound of a shower coming on, and then closes the door behind Urquhart, because Atton is a gentleman.

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Atton kisses back, one hand trailing down his chest to rest on his stomach.

"Well, I think the blond hair and amber eyes are very nice," solemnly.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hand wanders down Atton's back, following the line of his spine.

"The dark hair and pale eyes, on the other hand, suit you very well," he says.

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Atton arches his back slightly, pressing against Urquhart.

"Thanks."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart moves his hips, pressing back against Atton.

"Can everybody from your world do these things?" he asks.

Like healing. Or being super-fast.

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"Nah. Just a few."

[scots_wolf]

"I'm glad you can, though," Urquhart says, kissing him again and moving his hips.

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Atton groans into Urquhart's mouth, tracing his hand further down his stomach.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart moans at the touch, now really appreciating the healing.

Otherwise, this wouldn't feel nearly as good.

His hand slides around towards Atton's lower stomach.

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Atton moans a little, hand slipping lower to wrap around Urquhart's length and start a slow, steady stroking motion.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is still exploring, poking, teasing, testing for reactions.

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Atton, it turns out, can have some very interesting reactions - moaning, shivering, shutting his eyes and arching against Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart quite enjoys those reactions, so keep doing the things that evoke them most strongly.

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"Bastard," Atton says fondly after a while.

[scots_wolf]

"Probably," Urquhart chuckles, repeating the motion he'd used last.

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Atton let out a long groan, burying his face in Urquhart's shoulder.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart does it again, a bit faster and stronger.

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Atton gasps, then grabs Urquhart's hands, pushing open the shower and pulling him out with a grin.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart follows, expectant, quite ready.

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Atton pulls him to the bed with a grin, shoving him down onto it.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sprawls, big and strong and hairy, and very expectant.

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Atton nods at him, grinning.

"Spread your legs."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart does as instructed, smirking.

This is getting interesting...

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Atton kneels down between them, lifting Urquhart's legs slightly to rest on his shoulders.

A flick of his hand opens a drawer by the bedside table, and summons a tube to his hand.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sprawls, and gives a little groan in anticipation.

He likes the way Atton goes about things.

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Atton grins, pouring some on his hand and getting to work preparing Urquhart.

"You make great noises."