Kheden is in good spirits.

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. “Let's take a bath. I haven't been able to touch you in 3 days. I want to run my fingers over every inch of you...” he murmurs, his breath hot behind your ear, “...outside and inside.”

His hands lift your shirt up over your head, and you lean your head back on his shoulder. Kheden's hands slide up from your waist, over your toned stomach, and pause at your nipples. “My parlor tricks do not compare to your charms,” you breathe out as you melt from his touch.

You can feel him smile against the side of your neck. “Rest. I'll prepare the bath. Give me something to watch.”

You turn in his arms, pulling off his shirt, as well. “I want something to watch, too.” You kiss his chest, and he smiles before you walk to the bed. You take off your boots and strip off your pants, then lay down on the comfortable bed. You're already hard from his caresses, and you idly stroke up and down the underside of your hard shaft as you watch Kheden work.

He's piling wood in the fireplace to heat the water for your bath. You caress Kheden's muscular shoulders with your eyes, working your way down to stop on 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. The first time you asked how he got it, he said 'It just happened'.

Kheden feels you looking and smiles over his shoulder, then stands and walks to the bed. You could never tire of watching his muscular body. Fine dark hair covers his chest and tapers down into the waistband of his pants. He stoops and slides his hand from your knee up the inside of your thigh as he watches your fingers work on your cock. “Maybe this is too much show. I'll never get the bath drawn...” He lowers his head and parts his lips headed for the head of your shaft-KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“bloody hell!” you groan

“Please, not now,” Kheden calls back assertively.

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

“We'll attend him, presently,” he calls over his shoulder. You sit up with another groan and look down at your erection standing up like a proud ship mast. “And, I'll attend you, after, beautiful.” Kheden presses the lightest of kisses to the tip of your cock.

“Fusty scut! I'll tear my trousers bowing for his lordship...” staring down at your lap.

Kheden chuckles and quickly rummages for the best clothes for both of you to wear. “Here's a tent to cover that post,” and he tosses you a long, loose tunic while grinning broadly. You dress while grumbling.