darrian_anner (darrian_anner) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-01-16 08:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | & before 9:45, @ darrian anner, @ quintus wulfric |
Backscene: A Good Time
Who: Darrian Anner, Quintus Wulfric
Where: The Pearl
When: 9:41
Summary: Just another evening at the Pearl
Rating: N for mention of naughty stuff I suppose.
The sounds of talk, music and laughter drifted through the small crack between door and floor, a cheery background accompaniment to the soft breathing in the room. The room itself was like any other in The Pearl – small, the luxurious (by Ferelden standards) bed being the main point of interest in the room, although there had been a decent attempt at livening the room up with the paintings on the wall.
Darrian stretched luxuriously on the bed, running a hand through his mussed up hair before running light fingers over Quintus’ bare chest, watching it rise and fall as the other man caught his breath back after their little exercise. It was, the elf reflected inwardly with a smile, interesting how his older clients lasted longer than the younger, more inexperienced ones, not prone to getting overexcited at the first touch. It was miles better for Darrian, because he got the chance to really use his skills.
The elf pressed his lips to Quin’s shoulder, working his way up slowly to his neck. His own breathing had quickly returned to normal, and now he looked somewhat like a purring cat might, content and satisfied, eyes half lidded. His fingers continued moving slowly over every part of the other’s body, even as he unobtrusively but curiously regarded the man’s ears for a second before focusing on Quin’s face instead.
Human? Elf? He’d heard the rumours flying around about this particular guard, but he’d never had a chance to observe him closely before. There was, Darrian thought, a certain reservation about the man, despite the fact that they’d just gotten as physically intimate as possible. Of course, that was not unusual, this was just sex and not making love, and yet this particular man was more detached, somehow, than he was used to. There was, the elf decided, a strange sadness in his eyes, a regret that had only been postponed as Darrian had worked hard to make him forget his troubles for a short time.
“Copper for your thoughts?”