Kheden is serious.

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

“She'd certainly have lost her head if she'd seen you charming that boy,” Kheden's tone is not jovial.

You stiffen and turn to see him rummaging around idly in one of his packs, not looking at you. You walk to him and wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Is that bothering you?”

“I haven't seen you flatter someone that much that you weren't planning to swindle.” He sighs deeply, looking straight ahead. “We agreed to discuss any passing fancies, but you've already wet his breeches. Don't deny it. I could see it was more than keeping a patron happy.”

You squeeze his shoulders and place your other hand on his chest. “The boy is fine to look at, I admit. I sensed the interest from him, first. I played on it a little after the confrontation. But, I promise I have no plans to seduce the boy. Yes, to be honest, I'd had a thought to ask if you were interested in deflowering him together, but I already put it out of my mind.” You reposition both of you so that you're pressed, chest to chest and wrap both your arms around his waist. “I haven't been able to touch you in days, and your feel and your taste is all I want.”

Kheden looks down into your eyes, his expression softening.

“Let me draw you a bath and give you a rubdown. My fingers ache for your skin, and my lips hunger for your mouth,” you lift your chin, parting your lips, hoping he'll meet you. He does, relaxing into your embrace as his lips meet yours. It starts soft, but quickly becomes a hungry passionate kiss. Kheden's arms squeeze you tight and lift you up onto your toes.

After a long few moments, he releases you. “I'm sorry, a bath sounds wonderful. I think not being able to hold you for so long bewitched my mind.”

“Not to worry,” You make quick work of his leathers, then lift his shirt off over his head. You run your hands hungrily over his muscular stomach and up his sides then kiss his chest. The dark fine hair there tickles your nose and lips. “This is what I want more than any thing else,” you murmur and look up for another kiss. Kheden obliges, and you take the opportunity to unfasten his belt and tug his pants down. He groans into your mouth as your hands firmly stroke his half-hard penis. “Give me a moment to start the fire, then I'll greedily attend to this.”

“Hurry,” Kheden smiles and turns, finishing discarding his trousers as he walk to the bed. You take a moment to appreciate the nude statuesque man. Muscles ripple under the smooth skin of his back, and his meaty asscheeks bounce invitingly. Your eyes pass over 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 browsed 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'.

You assemble and start a fire as quickly as possible, and turn back to Kheden who's sprawled on the bed, hands behind his head, and large erection laying flat against the thinning trail of fine hair on his stomach. You undress as quickly as you can, tossing your clothes wildly. Kheden silently chuckles as you rush to the bed and straddle his thighs. You take his hard cock again in both your hands. “This villainous ship's mast will be the **** of me.”

Kheden laughs, “it will never tire of your darkest destination...” He flexes his groin muscles to make his erection stand up further off his muscled stomach. You let out a small groan of anticipation and lean forward, placing your hands on his thick chest. Your lips meet, and you feel him reach behind you to find his penis and nestle it between your buttcheeks. His well-knowing hand positions it perfectly so the head is against your hole. You moan lightly into the kiss and shift your hips to press your opening against the throbbing head-KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

You both freeze. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! You make a pained whimper and sit up, looking down at your lover in disbelief. “Please, not now,” you call back assertively.

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

“Sarding balls,” you groan, not loud enough to be heard through the door. “We don't have time?”

“We don't have time,” Kheden agrees begrudgingly.

“We'll attend him, presently,” you call over your shoulder. You both reluctantly stand, then hurriedly look for presentable clothes and dress as quickly as you can. You share a quick passionate kiss before heading downstairs to meet the councilman.