[OOM] Urquhart.

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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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Urquhart follows, expectant, quite ready.

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

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

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Atton nods at him, grinning.

"Spread your legs."

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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."

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Urquhart chuckles, legs tightening on Atton in invitation.

"You haven't heard anything yet," he grins. "Go ahead, see what other noises I make!"

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Atton laughs, putting his hands on Urquhart's hips and pushing into him slowly.

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Urquhart gives a low, long, pleased hiss.

Yes, that's just it!

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Atton starts moving his hips back and forth, building up a slow, forceful rhythm, digging his fingers into Urquhart's hips.

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Urquhart moans, pulling Atton close with his legs.

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Atton groans, speeding up, thrusting back and forth roughly.

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Urquhart gives a great howl of pleasure and pulls at Atton's shoulder, wanting it just as roughly as he is getting it.

Or perhaps even a bit rougher.

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Atton seems to get the idea. With a long groan, he tightens his grip on Urquhart's hips, moving with more force - it's not so much a bit rougher, as it is a lot rougher.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart moans loudly, almost shouting with pleasure, his hips bucking in time with Atton's thrusts.

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Atton half-laughs, half-moans, wrapping one hand around Urquhart's length and pumping in time with the thrusts.

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"Slow!" Urquhart gasps. "So fast, it's going so fast..."

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Atton chuckles, but does slow down his hand motions.

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"Don't want to be too far ahead!" Urquhart moans, his hips bucking.

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"How close are you?" Atton asks, shutting his eyes a little.

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"Very!" Urquhart groans. "So close, wait, don't push -- oh yes!"

He moans again, almost there, trying to still hold back.

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Atton moans, lowering his head slightly, breathing coming heavy. His hand motions speed up, just slightly.

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Urquhart growls wildly, and spills, his hips jerking up again and again with his pleasure, tightening around Atton.