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Certain things definitely needed doing, as did certain people. Reynard was facing the bard, as in, straddling his lap and having his tongue in his mouth, his teeth scraping his lips and his hands under his shirt, so his nails can run down his bare back.

For a guy this cocky and attractive, Keldar definitely seemed to have little experience, but it wasn't as if that turned Reynard off. Not in the least.

Zero experience would be more accurate.

Having Reynard in his lap is a fascinating and amazing, like nothing he's ever felt before. Except in his dreams. He's trying hard to keep up, but can only hold onto his waist, nails digging into the Reynard's thighs.

Zero experience was alright, too. He'd have plenty of experience after tonight, Reynard had already decided as much.

He rolled his hips in response to the nails, a small sound from the back of his throat, definitely one of approval. It was an effort, but he pulled away, catching his eyes for a moment before looking over his shoulder.

"Mhm. Too many people. Let's take you somewhere else, hm?"

Reynard is so kind to teach the poor bard.

He licks his lips nervously and glances over his shoulder. "Oh... yes. That would a good idea."

Keldar would get up, but there's a fox in his lap. He's quietly glad that he's got a big coat as well.

Reynard laughed and ran his hand down Keldar's front, yes, all the way down, until he cupped him through his pants.

"If walking's not too hard on you."

He got up then, reaching for Keldar's hand before turning around and pulling him along, not caring whether he'd stumble behind him or actually manage to walk as if it weren't, well, hard.

That earns a strangled moan. He nods quickly.

"Yeah... I can," he gasps briefly. He does stumble after him, pulling his coat around around him tightly. "Where?" Quickly, hopefully.

Ah, well, it could've been quickly, sure, but now the thought of drawing it out seemed much more amusing. Reynard headed for the door and pulled Keldar outside, then wrapped an arm around his waist as he started walking, hand sliding into his pants.

"First time, hm? How many times should I make you come tonight?"

For Reynard, maybe. Keldar's not so sure about it. He lets himself go along with it though because well... damnit it's about TIME.

That doesn't prevent him from stumbling when the fox's hand gets into his pants.

"Nargh?"

"Truly, your eloquence is astounding. Swiping me right off my feet."

Reynard smirked and looked around, deciding that this was far enough. He pushed Keldar back against the wall, pinned him there with his own body, fingers combing through his hair before tightening to a fist and tugging his head to the side.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Keldar's neck, sucking some skin between his teeth before biting down. While his thigh moved between Keldar's legs, spreading them slightly for better access, he marked his neck, sucking, biting, licking.

"I think you're doing the sweeping," Keldar manages to get out. He's proud that he said something coherent!

His hands clutch tightly at Reynard's sides as his neck is molested. He tries to worm the hands under the Fox's shirt but it's really hard for him to think straight thanks to the wonderful things happening to his neck.

However his legs do spread easily at the prompting as he does want this, damnit.

"Always," Reynard assured him and he might have said, hadn't he been occupied by even more pleasurable things, mostly involving his mouth and Keldar's skin. He did move back, but only to run his hands down the bard's side, grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

He let it fall to the ground and moved close again, catching his mouth in a kiss, demanding and eager, but not too long. With a sharp nip to Keldar's lip, he pulled away, dropping to his knees instead, slowly, his tongue licking a wet line down his body, while his hands started to work Keldar's pants open.

Reynard is moving quickly and Keldar doesn't know where to put his hands as they grasp out and slip between the fox's quick movements. When his shirt is pulled off he shivers in the night air; a part of his mind mutters something about how it's going to get all dirty... but most of it is concentrating on the fact that that tongue on his skin is just.. wow.

He finally finds a place for his fingers as Reynard kneels before him, twisting them in his hair.

As long as Keldar didn't pull his hair too hard, that was just fine with Reynard. Damn sensitivity at times, but generally hands in his hair felt very good. Especially in such situations, which he was in more often than most people.

Reynard glanced up at Keldar as he pulled the pants past his hips. There was no hesitation before taking the tip of Keldar's cock in his mouth. He still had his eyes on the man's face as he started sucking, one hand tightening on his hip, while the other ran up the inside of his thigh.

And that earns a hard yank of the hair. It's unintentional of course, but there's a huge difference between doing yourself and someone else touching your cock. The utter shock of it earns a highly startled gasp.

Yeah. Any cool, that Keldar had has wandered off to get drunk.

No cool needed for this, obviously. Reynard ran his hand between The cheeks of Keldar's ass and lower, close to the base of his cock, and he pressed down on a spot there, putting pressure on his prostate from outside for that jolt of pleasure he didn't want to deprive him off any longer.

Meanwhile, he swallowed around him, pressed his tongue up against his length as he took in more, a yelp escaping him at Keldar's yank to his hair. He glared up at him and huffed through his nose. That had hurt. But there were more pleasurable things to focus on, so he did just that, working Keldar to his first orgasm by someone else's doing.

Which comes rather quickly... pun not intended. Really, Reynard had probably just gotten started with doing horribly lovely things to Keldar.

The bard sounds rather surprised at it too, which is possibly some consolation.

Reynard swallowed, he licked him clean, not surprised by how fast this had been over, though he didn't bother to hold back an amused grin. He rose to his feet again, hand staying between Keldar's legs, touching him where likely no one ever had before.

He caught the bard's eyes with a smile, licking his lips. "Not half-bad. Ready to get started?"

The grin makes Keldar flush just a tiny bit. It's frustrating for him to be so out of control and out of his element. Reynard has everything in hand...

He gives a bit of a startled confused noise, his breathing coming heavily.

"Sure." At least Keldar's voice sounds confident.

Everything in hand indeed. And now one finger, at least the tip, inside him, too. Though he does pull back, just as he pulls Keldar into a kiss, at the same time getting the lube from his pocket. Ah, the many benefits of being able to multitask.

He was always in control. And when he broke the kiss, it was in order to watch Keldar's face when this time he pushed the finger deeper inside him, when he curled it in order to spark that jolt of pleasure. He liked his voice, so he wanted some nice sounds from him.

"Will you sing for me?"

"I don't siAhhhhhhh...!!" That was probably a very nice sound.

He does have a good voice. Even his start of surprised pleasure is melodic. Keldar's body raises up, stretching to his toes and back arching.

Yes, that sound would do just fine. Reynard smirked as he watched Keldar, moving his finger out again, but only in order to better work two fingers in next. He spread them inside him, making sure to go slow and making even more sure to brush against pleasurable spots.

"Here's what you've been missing out on."

"T'be Haaaanest... Not quite how Ooohhhaaahi pictuuuuUuuredit." He clings to Reynard, head burrowing in his shoulder, part of his mind annoyed that he can't keep his voice in one register.

The other part of him is going, "Oh this is gooooood."

"Heh. Is it not?" Reynard had his voice under perfect control, but then, he wasn't the one being molested shamelessly. "File any complaints you might have later."

Because right now, rather obviously, they were busy. In Reynard's case, busy thrusting three fingers inside Keldar, in Keldar's case, probably busy being driven crazy.

"Take...spirits!" His nails dig into Reynard's shoulders tightly, shifting just slightly into claws. Keldar shifts them back quickly (because that one REALLY embarrassing). As he does so, he pushes down against the fingers, trying to keep them rubbing against those spots.

Yup, being driven crazy.

Reynard did note the shifting, but didn't comment. Calm as his voice might be, he wasn't entirely unaffected by what he was doing - far from it - and starting a discussion was hardly on his mind right now.

Other things were, like pulling his own pants down and nipping Keldar's earlobe. "Wrap your legs around me. I'll hold you up."

There's no banter from Keldar now, just groaning need. He does as Reynard asks, wrapping them around him tightly. Also he leans back against the wall just a bit, resting his shoulders and head.

Groaning need was quite acceptable, given the circumstances. And Reynard himself had better things to worry about than banter, too, given that once he was sure that he's holding Keldar up securely enough, he caught his eyes.

"Now."

And with that, he pushed inside him. To his credit, he moved slowly, despite the need that had built up inside him, at least trying to give Keldar some time to adjust.

Yeah, those claws come back again, digging into Reynard's back. He hisses, but not in a bad way. Instead he pushes down as best he can, shifting as he gets used to Reynard inside of him.

It really is like nothing he's felt before and it does feel good.

The claws, well, they certainly caused Reynard to cry out. He never had had a high pain threshold and this wasn't exactly something he could just ignore. But the lines between pain and pleasure blurred at this moment and so his cry ended in a moan.

His eyes had lost focus while his pace picked up. He held Keldar up, pushed him hard against the wall again and again with every move inside him. This was very much worth the build-up.

He'd apologize but oh spirits does that feel good and he can't think. There's pain and pleasure for him right then as well, his back scraping against the wall. It's leaving his back raw and considering they're in an alley, filthy.

He doesn't care. It's just want right now with garbled noises.

An apology could come later, first there'd be release, first there'd be satisfaction. And for now, all there was was pleasure, on the verge of pain, fast movement and moaning.

Reynard leaned forward, turned his head to the side and bis down on Keldar's neck, marking him, a growl under his breath. He always had had a possessive streak.

This time Reynard doesn't get a clawing in the back, but he does get a very lovely garbled note that might have been, "Ah spirits!"

It's getting very hard for him to hold on much longer and he's not sure he wants to because it'd feel so good and oh, just please.

That garbled note was much appreciated, non-surprisingly, although he leaned forward to he possessively smother it and any further sounds in a kiss.

No need to last much longer, although Reynard could still go a while. The many benefits of being a very sexual trickster archetype. But he wanted, that much was clear, and showed in how his rhythm became steadily more erratic.

Alas, with his hands tangled in Reynard's hair, Keldar comes hard. It surprises him at the suddenness and goes limp against the fox. Though he groans into the kisses because it still feels so damn good getting fucked like that.

Reynard grunted, ending in a moan at the feel of Keldar shifting around him with his orgasm. He deepened the kiss for a moment, stealing the bards breath away, all but sucking the air from him before breaking away. It was just a few last hard and fast thrusts before he came himself, another loud sound, his head falling back.

He didn't let go of Keldar completely, though he pulled away, out of him, breathing heavily.

"You better never forget this."

It takes him a moment to regain his breath. Even then when he speaks, it's shaky. "No... I won't."

He won't. Somethings you don't forget, this is one of them. His legs are feeling like jelly and he just wants to collapse into a puddle.

"Good, because - trust me - you won't find better than me. Not until you fall in love, if ever." Reynard laughed and kissed his cheek, arching an eyebrow as he mocked in a friendly tone. "Can hardly stand, huh? And here I had a room for us back at the inn. You've got some question to answer."

"Never going to fall in love, too much trouble. I'mma bard. I know the stories."

He blinks a bit. "Room's nice. Sure. Where's m'shirt? What questions?"

"Ah, but the stories are just a reflection. Love's rather wonderful, trust me, nothing hurts as good."

Reynard smirked and made sure Keldar was standing by himself, possibly with the help of the wall, then he bent down to pick up his shirt. "There you go. And I just want to know more about you, sweetness."

"Rather not risk if it's all the same to you."

Cognitive functioning appears to be reasserting itself for he pulls his shirt over his head with fairly good ease.

"I'm a bard. I tell stories. Not much more than that." Keldar gives Reynard a bit of a lopsided smile and sounds utterly honest.

"One day, you might not have a choice. Never planned on falling in love myself, but it happens every now and then."

Reynard tugged at Keldar's hair and laughed. "I do grow to adore people frequently though. Tell me your own story, bard, and don't you lie to a liar unless you can do a better job than him."

Keldar gives him a disbelieving look about the whole love thing.

He then shrugs. "My parents were very poor and had a small farm. I really didn't enjoy working on it so when a group of traveling players came through our village one day when I was around fifteen I joined them. Ran away from home. One of the players was kind enough to teach me story telling and sponsor me in the Bard guild."