Room 322, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders had left his room with plans of buying breakfast in town, but was faced with a dilemma before he even made it off campus grounds.

Namely: Why buy breakfast when you could break a chunk off a building and feast like a king for free?

He worried briefly about whether he might bring the castle tumbling down, but the castle had so many bits of architectural fancy on it that it wasn't hard to find a ball of gingerbread atop a railing that seemed to serve no function at all. He whistled as he came back to the room, pound of gingerbread wrapped in his handkerchief and ready to be feasted upon.

[OOC: Door/post open!]

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[vrajna_kralis]

"But you will tease on your way to doing it," Hyacinthe muttered, hips yearning upwards and pressing against Anders' body. "I am on to your wicked plan, sirrah."

[not_every_mage]

"You wouldn't want me to rush, would you?" Anders asked, looking up with sparkling eyes. "Patience is a virtue."

His hand closed around Hya's shaft for a leisurely stroke as his tongue swirled around his navel.

[vrajna_kralis]

"'Tis why I prefer D'Angeline virtues over those of other cultures, even the Tsingano," Hyacinthe replied, shivering. Anders was too bloody good at this. "We find virtue in being a skilled poet, lover, and vintner, rather than things like patience or--Elua forbid--chastity."

He was pretty much babbling at this point, yes.

[not_every_mage]

"You talk a lot," Anders observed, looking up with his chin just above Hya's pelvic ridge. "I do too, but sometimes there are better things to do with your mouth."

And then he ran his tongue around the proud head of Hyacinthe's penis, by way of example.

[vrajna_kralis]

"I...I like your idea, yes," Hyacinthe said raggedly, before giving up words altogether in favor of a deep moan. His phallus twitched against Anders' mouth and hips hips flexed to keep that twitch from turning into a a full thrust.