[D5 EM] Serenade

[Alavin]

Alavin slipped a hand under the chain and used it to draw the Maester in once more. His other hand slid around Simon’s waist. “And what vow was that? Because when I last checked, I was neither a maiden nor wife,” and he pressed his hips to Simon’s, to underline his point.

[Maester Simon]

"Uh... that I am to remain chaste." Simon gasped under his breath as Alavin's hand made it hard for him to breath properly. His chin was warm and scruffy as it had been few days he had last shaved. Soft lips pouted as the maester pondered his disposition. "You do have a point but...." the young man bit his lip. "Not like this... and not here." Someone could barge in after all.

[Alavin]

Chuckling, undeterred, Alavin pressed another kiss on the Maester, his tongue invasively seeking entrance past Simon’s lips. “Very well,” with both hands on Simon’s waist, the minstrel leaned back, which only served to crush his growing arousal more firmly against the other man’s pelvis. “I have a room at the Sign of the Fiddle and Flower, and a real door that locks.” Alavin grinned, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

[Maester Simon]

"Mhmhm... and please." he gasped. "Be gentler. I don't know where you come - or how taught you to do that, but..." Simon tsk-tsked, instead cupping Alavin's chin. "You do need to learn some grace." His probing fingers traced the mummer's jawline and wrapped behind his ear. "Delicacy." When there had been confusion before, now a fire of resolution burned in his eyes. "Take your time." Simon brushed his thumb over the musician's lips. "Rushing things is so... rustic."

"I could come perhaps, if I am not needed here and if... if you will behave yourself." His hand sneaked towards Alavin's pelvis as he flicked his fingers against his groin. "And won't hump me like a horny dog."

[Alavin]

Laughing warmly, eyes glittering, “I will romance you like Florian the Fool romanced Jonquil,” Alavin promised, halfway between between teasing and earnest. Once more he lowered his head, this time feathering kisses as light as butterflies along the maester’s chin and throat.

[Maester Simon]

"Mhmhm... much better." Simon purred as he slid has hand on top of Alvins head, affectionately scratching his scalp as if to reward his change of pace. "You'll get some fresh fruit and wine too, mhmh?"

[Alavin]

“Consider it done,” Alavin breathed hotly against Simon’s skin. “Plums and peaches, and the finest white wine money can buy.”

[Maester Simon]

"Hmmhm.. I like the sound of that. Now, you might want to leave before anyone starts suspecting anything... or anyone walks in." his voice was firmer now. "I'll see if I can pay you a visit later today."

[Alavin]

“I am breathless with anticipation,” before releasing his grip, as if to prove that he was willing to please, but no lapdog, Alavin’s hands slipped down, squeezing the maester’s rear firmly, before stepping back. “Bring your maester’s kit, no one will question that.”

[Maester Simon]

"Not a bad idea. Very well, I will come to see the patient later today." Simon agreed with a firm voice, scowling a little as he felt mummers hand on his rear. "Maybe you'll play some music for me, hmm?"