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There are many places for foxes and bards to meet, but bars are good ones. There's plenty of people around with beer and food, for a given value of food. Bar food may not actually be food, scientists are out on that subject. Likely drunk while out on the subject.

In any case, there is a quiet corner where said bard is getting molested by said fox.

Because sometimes it needs to be done.

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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."

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