Kheden is in a joking mood.

Kheden laughs as you deposit your packs on the room's only table, “Well, we can trust that sort of matron to gossip.”

You chuckle, too, as you start unpacking, “This is the modern fashion of the city. That is all.”

You feel Kheden's warmth as he steps up behind you, reaching around and pretending to help you unpack. “Is that how we'll explain that rich boy climbing through our bedroom window tonight?”

“Oooooh... don't start,” you bat his hands away. “I just needed to offset your stoic glare. Happy customers grant referrals, you know.”

“I'm not complaining,” he wraps his arms around you. “I imagine he'd make some beautiful squeaks while pressed between us, if he's caught your eye.” Kheden presses his hips more firmly against your backside, as if you needed more of a hint about what he's talking about.

“Perhaps... if he's to your liking,” you reassure Kheden, turning in his arms. “But I'm more than satisfied at this moment.” You lift your chin, Kheden lowers his slightly, and you kiss lightly. You lift your hands to cradle the harshly-stubbled chin of your lover and deepen your kiss, entwining your tongue with his for a long moment before pulling back. “Shall we have a bath?”

“I can't wait. Let's start the water and find something to occupy our time,” he smiles seductively.

“We'll have to ask to have the linens changed by day's end. What a scandal,” you joke as you step away to light a fire in the fireplace. You hear some shuffling behind you, and as you turn to pump some water into a large bucket for the bath, you are greeted with a view of Kheden sprawled on the bed. His clothes are in a pool on the floor, and his muscular body is laid out as if on display for an artist. Fine dark hair covers his chest, and it tapers off as it trails down to his large penis, which is already more than half hard and laying flat against the crook of his hip.

“Oh, you think that is where I'm starting?” you smirk and twirl your finger, indicting you want him to roll over.

Kheden groans and does as instructed, rolling over to show his wide muscular shoulders, thick muscular legs, and round meaty butt. “You don't want to continue the day's ride?”

You close the distance to the bed and lay one hand on the back of his leg, letting your hand inside to his inner thigh. Kheden sighs and spreads his legs slightly, giving you a view of a hint of his sack, nestled between his body and the bed. “Who said you're the stallion, tonight?” You trace your fingers along the cleft between his asscheeks, and he lifts his hips back towards you, hinting at what what lies beyond.

Your fingers continue their journey over his lower back and up his spine. You look, but know to avoid a large brand on his lower right back. It's a triangle over a circle with a few other lines. Kheden doesn't like to talk about it or acknowledge it in any way. You respect that but are still curious. It doesn't match any magical symbol you've seen, and you even occasionally browse magic books when you're in a city library or home with such things.

Back to the task at hand, you pause to lift off your shirt quickly and place a knee on the bed between his thighs. Kheden inhales deeply and arches his back, lifthing his shoulders in anticipation. You lower yourself onto his back, nestling your trouser-clad crotch against the warmth of his asscheeks and lay your bare chest against his back. You trail kisses up the back of his neck-KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“sarding balls!” Kheden grunts, and collapses flat under you.

You sit up, still straddling him.“Please, not now,” you call back assertively.

“Tis Councilman Lord Thiem requires your presence downstairs,” a male voice calls back.

“Consarn it. I'll be burstin' my breeches in front of his Lordship,” Kheden groans, not loud enough to be heard through the door.

“Us both,” you rub his back soothingly. “We'll attend him, presently,” you call over your shoulder. You reluctantly stand, then lean over and place a soft kiss on the undercurve of Kheden's buttcheek, just above his thigh.

“I swear you want me to scare off a customer,” Kheden laments, as he sits up and his large erection stands up like a proud ship mast.

“I'll refrain from kissing that, then,” you chuckle and quickly rummage for the best clothes for both of you to wear.