[D5 EE] Is that your flute?

[Maester Simon]

"Well, drink your fill then..." Simon reached to his robes and started to ease them off, grunting and huffing as he revealed his chiseled chest to Alavin. "Though I think you want more, hmm?" Another kiss followed.

When offered a bite, Simon reached to take his, making sure he nibbled Alavin's fingers as he do so. He suckled the juices, though some of them ended dripping on his chin and chest. "Mhmhm..." figuring he could do something with the taste in his mouth, Simon pulled Alavin for a deep kiss, his tongue mashing with his. "Mmhmhm.."

[Alavin]

Alavin’s eyes did drink in the sight of Simon, like a parched man, before he was pulled in once more. His hands roamed freely over the revealed torso, tracing muscles as if to memorise every inch. The minstrel broke from the kiss, licking roughly at the maester’s chin. He brought the plum to his mouth, letting the juices fall freely on Simon’s chest and chain as he bit into the fruit.

Finally tossing the pit aside, Alavin pressed in to kiss Simon, in his mouth a piece of plum waited for the other man’s tongue to discover it.

[Maester Simon]

Simon nibbled Alavins lips before venturing deeper into his mouth, his tongue seeking for the fruit within. Discovering it, he suckled in hopes of retrieving the savory morsel. As he kept Alavin occupied, his hands wandered to the man's waist and below as he took a firm hold of the mummers rear, pressing his fingers into supple flesh beneath.

[Alavin]

Alavin surrendered the fruit after a moment's resistance, groaning as he felt Simon's hands on his rear, the mummer was fit, but not so hard-forged as the maester. He was working one hand behind Simon's back, drawing him up an inch or two, and working the robes off the man's shoulders, trapping Simon's arms in a tangle of fabric.

[Maester Simon]

Simon kissed the mumer more hungrily, his hands roaming all over his body. As his passions rose, so did his kisses grow more hungry. His hands reached further, grasping and kneading as he slowly yielded to Alavin's passions, the two men seeking comfort, solace and pleasure in each other's arms.

/ftb

[Alavin]

Growling eagerly, Alavin followed the maester's lead as their tongues and bodies entwined.


/ftb