Clever title to come here

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The door opens and the Fool tumbles in. It's fantastic tumble, he rolls backwards and then hops up onto his feet, kicking his hat back onto his head. He shakes himself off like a cat who totally meant to do that and gives a bow.

"My apologies, where were we?" He brightens up and says, "Right. Kissing." Reaching over he grabs Moist does just that.

The room itself is a plain room like anything found at your average motel six. The Fool didn't really think of anything specific beyond a bed and a shower, because what else was needed?

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Moist watches the tumble and laughs before kissing the Fool back.

He closes the door with his foot and starts to take his own jacket off.

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Helpfully, the Fool starts on his buttons, leaving his own jacket on. They can get to that later.

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Its a simple suit so Moist is soon out of his jacket and kissing the Fool, moving him back towards the bed.

He loves the rush he gets from the kisses and wants more.

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He lets himself be backed up, tossing his hat as he goes. It lands somewhere unimportant for now, the walking stick long forgotten.

Instead he's enjoying the kissing, running his hands into Moist's hair.

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Moist moans, he loves hands in his hair and starts to try and get some of the Fool's clothing off.

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Ohh. Noise!

He bites Moist's lip sharply as he shrugs out of the jacket.

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In the bedroom is not a place to be quiet for Moist and he tries to help with the Fool's jacket. He's not the most patient man and the Fool just makes him want.

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The motley is gone and the Fool lets out a giggle. It's more than slightly mad, but that's okay, so is he. He tugs at the hair harder and gives Moist a stronger, hungrier kiss.

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The rational part of Moist says he should slow down, but he loves the edge of danger and moans at the kiss and tug.

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Rationality and the Fool are complete and utter strangers. He's pulled Moist into his influence and so they're not going to be doing anything such things.

When he hits the bed, with the back of his legs he balances precariously, as if waiting to see if he should stay up or fall back.

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Moist pushes him back, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing hungrily.

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At the push he falls into a sitting position, pulling Moist down on him. This makes it a bit harder to undo his shirt, but he doesn't particularly care.

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Quickly Moist straddles him and tires to pull his shirt off.

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It's a bit difficult, but it's manageable. He puts his hands on Moist's thighs before nipping at his collarbone.

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Moist sighs and shifts his head so the Fool has more access to his neck,

"Too many clothes."

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"Bah," the Fool says against his skin. "I'm barely wearing anything."

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"You're wearing enough."

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"One must keep one's self decent while in public. It's not like I was expecting to run into a complete stranger and drag them off to a room to have sex today," he chides teasingly before biting gently.

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"Yes, but we're not in public anymore so you're clearly wearing too much."

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"That was then this is now, eh?" He grins. "Are you going to fix it?"

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"I was trying to."

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"Carry on then."

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Moist moves his hands so he can properly unbutton the Fool's shirt while kissing him.

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Meanwhile the Fool focuses on running his fingers across Moist's already bare chest with a pick pocket's light touch.

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He shifts into the touch as he finally gets his hands under the Fool's shirt.

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His skin is quite warm and he rolls his shoulder back at the touch of Moist's hands.

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The warm is wonderful and Moist starts to kiss down the Fool's neck and chest.

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He tilts his head back and arches his back, keeping a tight grip on Moist's legs, fingers not quite digging in just yet.

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Moist likes that and moans as he kisses the Fools on the lips and pushes him back more.

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His fingers rake against Moist's thighs as he is pushed backward, still keeping at the kiss.

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The raking is wonderful and Moist gets a hand in the Fool's hair, its hard to think with how much he just wants the Fool.

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The Fool himself isn't thinking at all. It's all movement and touch and noise. He rocks up against Moist, putting one hand back into his hair, kissing him hard.

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Thinking is clearly overrated and Moist groans during the kiss.

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He bites Moist's lip hard trying to draw blood.

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The bite is hard and unexpected and Moist stops for a moment then realizes he likes that,

"Don't stop."

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The Fool licks his lips, tasting the blood. He gives a wolfish smile and bites again, this time on his neck.

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That makes Moist flinch and think of vampires.

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If he notices the flinch, the Fool doesn't mention or change his actions. He bites again, just below the first one and then down below that, leaving a trail of teeth marks.

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He takes a breath since the Fool's not drinking his blood just biting, he's not a vampire.

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He's already tasted Moist's blood. But the fear intoxicates him for a moment before he drags his tongue across the bites.

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That's a strange feeling and Moist shudders since it feels good.

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There's a soft chuckle against his skin. It's always interesting to see how people react to touches and pain.

He then kisses Moist again, hard, pulling him right on top.

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He likes this and kisses back, trying a bite at the Fool's lips.

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He does break skin and if the kisses were heady, the blood would be mind-blowing. Everything ancient and primal that the Fool is could be found in his blood. It could drive men mad.

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The taste of that blood rids Moist of the little control he had left. He kisses and moans, all he can think of is pleasure and want.

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The Fool readily gives him what he wants and it's pleasured and wanted just as back. Getting carried away with the wild laughter in the back ground mixed with bells.