i seem to lean on old familiar ways

[northseaflotsam]

Presumably there's such a thing as a Convenient Nexus Motel Room -- if there isn't, there ought to be -- and in a little while Mordred shuts the door behind Sagramore and leans on it, looking up at him.

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore leans and kisses him at once, one hand on the door to steady himself, the other cupping Mordred's face. There wasn't much reason for discretion anyway, was there?

[northseaflotsam]

"Ah, God," and his arms go around Sagramore's waist and hold, fiercely.

[le_desirous]

"It's so good to see you again--" sliding the hand back into his hair.

[northseaflotsam]

"Lover." A murmur in Norse, muffled against his chest.

[le_desirous]

"Hu barat. Bassza meg, kiss me."

[northseaflotsam]

So Mordred does. He's obliging that way.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore kisses back hard, insistent, longing, and strongly alcoholic.

[northseaflotsam]

Oh, that'll do nicely.

Eventually he gets enough breath to say, "Come on, thou," with an affectionate shove toward the nearest horizontal surface.

[le_desirous]

Not that he needs the encouragement. He pulls Mordred with him.

[northseaflotsam]

Perfect.

Some period of time later, Mordred is sprawled again, this time mostly on Sagramore instead of on the furniture, which is arguably a much better angle. He buries his fingers in Sagramore's curly hair, and sighs.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore makes a vague mmmmm noise and smiles at him, a little more focused than before. "Beautiful--it's so good to see you again. Hu barat." And strokes whatever part of Mordred is closest to him.

[northseaflotsam]

Let's not even speculate. "Mmm."

[le_desirous]

"How are you?"

[northseaflotsam]

"'m fine," nuzzling his shoulder.

[le_desirous]

"Oh, that's good news." Eee.

[northseaflotsam]

"You?"