Urianger is wasting little time, and while his words might be spoken more for the sake of titillating Thancred than anything else, he does feel some guilt begin to set in. Perhaps it had been wrong of him to leave Urianger by his own for so long, but he'd decided that it would be best to do so in the first half of his pregnancy when he wouldn't require as much of his help.
As it turns out, though, Urianger's needs go beyond needing someone to lift up heavy items for him, bend over, or bring him some meal that he's craving. This is a side effect of being with child that he had not anticipated.
"'Twas not my intention to leave you so wanting," he breathes out with a shake of his head. He does not fight as Urianger eases his coat off, shrugging his shoulders back to help divest himself of it. Rather than letting it fall to the floor as Urianger did with this chiton, Thancred does catch the garment with one hand to set on a nearby ottoman. It leaves him in a tight black undershirt, and Urianger is quick to start feeling over the muscles in his arms.
Thancred lets out a warm chuckle. "Nor did I realize how much would change in my absence." It's not simply Urianger's desperation he means, but his physical form. He can't stop himself, especially now that Urianger's upper body is bared. He reaches out, hands sliding slowly down either side of his lover's chest to then drag over the curve of his stomach, needing to feel the change with his fingers rather than just observe it with his eyes. The skin there is warm and taut and there's something quite incredible, isn't it? Knowing that he put him in this state. Knowing how Urianger's body is shifting at such a notable rate to accommodate their child.
The thought is enough to spur further arousal in him, a steady heat growing between his legs. Thancred licks his lips and then leans in to steal another kiss from Urianger.
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As it turns out, though, Urianger's needs go beyond needing someone to lift up heavy items for him, bend over, or bring him some meal that he's craving. This is a side effect of being with child that he had not anticipated.
"'Twas not my intention to leave you so wanting," he breathes out with a shake of his head. He does not fight as Urianger eases his coat off, shrugging his shoulders back to help divest himself of it. Rather than letting it fall to the floor as Urianger did with this chiton, Thancred does catch the garment with one hand to set on a nearby ottoman. It leaves him in a tight black undershirt, and Urianger is quick to start feeling over the muscles in his arms.
Thancred lets out a warm chuckle. "Nor did I realize how much would change in my absence." It's not simply Urianger's desperation he means, but his physical form. He can't stop himself, especially now that Urianger's upper body is bared. He reaches out, hands sliding slowly down either side of his lover's chest to then drag over the curve of his stomach, needing to feel the change with his fingers rather than just observe it with his eyes. The skin there is warm and taut and there's something quite incredible, isn't it? Knowing that he put him in this state. Knowing how Urianger's body is shifting at such a notable rate to accommodate their child.
The thought is enough to spur further arousal in him, a steady heat growing between his legs. Thancred licks his lips and then leans in to steal another kiss from Urianger.