[D5 EE] Is that your flute?

[Maester Simon]

"Mhmm. I guess it might be different for you. The men I grew up with were not going anywhere... anytime soon." Simon admitted, sighing a little. "Perks of a profession, I guess." Some were more fortunate than others. He pressed two fingers in Alavin's mouth, slowly fondling his tongue. "Are you in a hurry tonight?"

[Alavin]

Alavin didn’t respond as he suckled and nipped gently at those fingers. He dropped the panpipes under his chair, sliding forward in the seat until his knees hit the mattress.

[Maester Simon]

"Mhmm. Maybe you would want to show me other things you can do with your lips?" Simon smirked as his fingers played with Alavin's mouth, caressing the inside of his cheek.

[Alavin]

The invitation was more than Alavin could bear, pulling his head back with an audible sucking sound. He was on his feet, leaning towards Simon, bringing one knee up and placing it next to the Maester on the bed, using his body to encourage him to lay back. His lips brushed Simon’s ear, “it would be my pleasure and, I hope, yours.”

Kisses that started light grew rougher and more insistent as Alavin moved along the other man’s neck to his collarbone, pushing open his maester’s robes and kissing down the centre of Simon’s chest.

[Maester Simon]

"Hhmmh..." Simon purred, letting Alavin worship his body. He arms and chest were toned from days spent at the forges with maester Ilmar - who had taught him the properties of metal, how to make them yield and how to harden them. That very moment Alavin was to him like cold water was to steel, leaving him rock hard.

Feeling he wanted more, Simon grasped the mummer'r collar and pulled him towards his lips and kissing him hard as his free hand sneaked around his waist pulling him closer. "Easy now, mummer."

[Alavin]

Growling his desire, Alavin pressed eagerly into the kiss. He pressed a knee gently between Simon's, making just a little room, not forcing, not yet. But the maester knew well how to stoke a forge, and the minstrel was inflamed, running a hand under Simon's robes, pushing one side back towards the shoulder and exposing more of that delectable secret that was his hard-forged body.

[Maester Simon]

"Mhmhm.. much better. Now..." he paused to kiss Alavin. "I have lips too you know." Simon smirked before kissing the mummer again, sliding his hand along his back before settling on the man's neck. "I got you now." Kiss followed another as he drank deep of Alavin. It seemed that he was in no hurry to disrobe himself or his partner. "You feel nice..."

[Alavin]

"That you do," he panted, fingers brushing over Simon's chest, tweaking a nipple. He lowered part of his weight against the maester's body, propping himself on an elbow and loosening the laces at the throat of his shirt.

[Maester Simon]

He gasped as he felt Alavin playing with his nipple. "So hungry..." Simon almost scoffed, even though his voice carried an endearing tone. "What's the hurry?" he asked, trying to distract Alavin with kisses as he nibbled his lower lip.

[Alavin]

The minstrel ran his fingers through Simon's hair, "I am a starving man at a banquet, and you have given me just a taste." Alavin nipped tenderly at the maester's ear before whispering, "I want to sample everything you have to offer."

Rolling onto his hip, Alavin lowered his head, tongue caressing a nipple, suckling for a brief moment, before sitting up. He reached for a plum, bit into it deeply, letting the juices flow freely down in chin. He held out the fruit for Simon.