[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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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.

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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.

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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.

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Atton keeps bucking for a while until he comes too with a long, loud groan, then slows to a stop and tilts his head back, panting a little.

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"You do this very well," Urquhart pants, grinning up at Atton.

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"I try," Atton says, easing Urquhart's legs down slowly.

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"You succeed admirably," Urquhart says, sprawling, his partially wet hair snagging on the furry covers.

"Come here."

Atton probably doesn't need to catch his breath, what with the Force and all that, but he's still welcome to lounge, slouch and snuggle a little in post-coital contentment.

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Atton lounges next to Urquhart, grinning at him.