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[[After this]]

Urquhart is lounging on a sofa by the fireplace, reading a book and sipping whiskey from a glass that is is dangling from his fingers while he is reading. Why worry if there's nothing else you can do? As long as the ceiling's not crumbling in his whiskey, Urquhart won't be bothered.

Especially as he knows the dog (who is snoring cutely by his master's feet) will be going to safety, one way or another.

[[OOC: All other threads timed to before Moist's! Thank you! And now -- warnings for acute if glossed-over sex stuff and blood and gore AND hellhounds on the Moist thread! Also, weirdness turned up to eleven.]]

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Moist has been busy and rather unlucky of late so hasn't found doors and has needed to keep a low profile. When the door he's expecting to open on a livery stable opens on the Bar, he smiles and then frowns. This doesn't look good at all, but he should find out what's going on.

He straightens his suit and tucks the Ohmian pamphlets into a pocket as he spots Urquhart, "Hello."

Oh, good! Here is Moist, who can take Franz along.

Here is Moist, for a final time.

"Hey, you," Urquhart says. "You look vaguely clerical. Is that on purpose?"

"Yes, no one wants to talk too long to an Omnian as they tend to try and convert you with pamphlets and niceness. What's going on here?"

He leans down to kiss Urquhart and pet Franz.

Urquhart pulls him close. "Just the apocalypse, or several of them," he says, kissing him back. "Better take the dog with you while that's going on, he might miss out on a nap."

Another deep kiss.

"But first, let's have some fun."

"Mm, better than trying to be a Hero,"

Which is something Moist has no desire to be so he arranges himself in Urquhart's lap and kisses him.

Urquhart slides his hand around Moist's hips and backside while kissing him, deeply.

"This is right where I want you!" he laughs.

Moist laughs as he tugs at Urquhart's shirt to get at his skin, he's missed this. Life has been far too hectic of late.

Urquhart, remembering his conversation with Ava, is quite ready to get a bit closer right here. Also, after what happened yesterday, he doubts Teja would give them any more trouble.

He leans back, and grins at Moist. He loves the way Moist's fingers touch him and slide through the hair on his chest.

That's a grin that Moist enjoys and he slowly grinds against Urquhart as his hands wander over his skin.

Urquhart kisses him, sliding his hands inside Moist's trousers from the back.

He likes feeling the surprising strength there, every time he does so, again.

He gives a little moan when Moist's fingers slide over one of his nipples.

Moist groans and arches into him as he leans down to nip at Urquhart's neck, gods, he's needed this.

"Damn, I needed this!" Urquhart says.

Doing this on a couch in the middle of the doomfully disintegrating bar just adds to the pleasing edge of it all.

And yes, Moist is the best at this. It's only right that he should be the last, not Teja.

"Gods, yes," He's been being far too good seeming of late and it's boring, he gets his hands around Urquhart's butt to pull him closer.

Through the fabric, they are touching, and can feel how very much they needed that, indeed.

"I want you," Urquhart growls softly, "right here!"

Moist laughs and groans into his ear as he shifts his hands around to undo Urquhart's trousers,

"Then take me."

Urquhart loosens Moist's trousers as well, to reach deeper and teasing poke at sensitive points that don't usually get poked in public.

It's slightly awkward so Moist tries to adjust so they both can get pleasured without losing any skin contact.

Urquhart reaches around to simply slide his hand in at the front and grab right where it works most directly.

They can get creative later.

They can as for now this is wonderful and Moist leans forward to kiss Urquhart, twisting a hand into his hair.

Urquhart sighs as he is happily moving his hips, and moving his hand on Moist, going forwards with having each other.

Refinement can come later, upstairs, along with creativity.

For now there's just lust and Moist groans moves against Urquhart, he's been far too tense of late.

Much pent-up tension will probably result in a violent and quick release.

Urquhart feels his own coming on, even though he had more relaxation lately, most likely, than poor Moist had, impersonating some sort of priest.

He moans loudly now.

Moist kisses him fiercely, pressing himself down and groaning.

Urquhart kisses him back as fiercely, his hand on Moist speeding up.

Soon...

Quite soon, Moist wants to enjoy himself but there's a great rush from being in the middle of everything falling apart. His breathing changes as he pants and groans.