Their child. It's something that Thancred is still processing, if he's honest, that in a few months' time there will be a new life that is theirs. Childrearing isn't something he knows all that much about, regardless of the role he'd taken with Minfilia and Ryne. Perhaps he isn't giving himself enough credit, but it seems as if it will be a wildly different experience with a newborn.
However, he can't dwell on it overly much, not when Urianger directs his hand down to the lower part of his belly, where he can properly feel the weight of it, and then kisses him so desperately. Thancred can't stop himself from moaning into his mouth — or rather, he doesn't particularly want to, as he thinks it might do some good if Urianger knows that even now, he desires him.
He's expecting them to go tumbling down to the bed before long, but then Urianger presses their foreheads and grips onto his shoulders and those pretty words of his tumble out. The implication that Urianger has been tending to himself every night that Thancred is absent is almost too much for him to take, and he lets out a surprised chuckle.
"I think that and more could be arranged. If you needed me to stay at your side, Urianger, you need have only said so." He shifts his head just slightly to kiss his cheek before pressing their foreheads once more. "And besides, it seems that you cannot be trusted to stay safe in the city if I am not here to see to it, so I suppose you've left me with no choice." While his tone is admonishing, it's in a playful way. He can't imagine leaving Urianger at this point, not with what he's already seen today.
With that, he lifts his hands up to press down against Urianger's taller shoulders, aiming to ease him into a sit on the bed. "Now... tell me what you want," he adds with a curved, almost mischievous smile.
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However, he can't dwell on it overly much, not when Urianger directs his hand down to the lower part of his belly, where he can properly feel the weight of it, and then kisses him so desperately. Thancred can't stop himself from moaning into his mouth — or rather, he doesn't particularly want to, as he thinks it might do some good if Urianger knows that even now, he desires him.
He's expecting them to go tumbling down to the bed before long, but then Urianger presses their foreheads and grips onto his shoulders and those pretty words of his tumble out. The implication that Urianger has been tending to himself every night that Thancred is absent is almost too much for him to take, and he lets out a surprised chuckle.
"I think that and more could be arranged. If you needed me to stay at your side, Urianger, you need have only said so." He shifts his head just slightly to kiss his cheek before pressing their foreheads once more. "And besides, it seems that you cannot be trusted to stay safe in the city if I am not here to see to it, so I suppose you've left me with no choice." While his tone is admonishing, it's in a playful way. He can't imagine leaving Urianger at this point, not with what he's already seen today.
With that, he lifts his hands up to press down against Urianger's taller shoulders, aiming to ease him into a sit on the bed. "Now... tell me what you want," he adds with a curved, almost mischievous smile.