The elder Assassin was trailing kisses down Sothe's neck, across his shoulder, his hands roaming the younger thief's body with enthusiasm.
"Wh-What if... Someone sees us...?" Sothe moaned loudly as Volke grabbed onto Sothe's throbbing length. "Oh god..."
The two have had sex before... Several times, in fact. But Sothe was always nervous, mainly that someone could walk in on them at any time- Volke, who had ever proven to be the cautious man, never taking drink or food that he hadn't prepared himself, nor the talkative one who would possibly divulge important information on accident, was remarkably lax when it came to sex. He seemed not to care at all if someone were to possibly walk in on them in the middle of their lovemaking.
"No one will." Volke ran his hands over Sothe's midriff, slowly pushing his own manhood up into the thief's tight cavity.
"O-Ahhh!" Sothe shuddered as nine inches of throbbing, hard flesh penetrated him.
"Sothe, Sothe, Sothe... Your reactions never fail to please." He started moving in and out of his lover, eliciting gasps and moans from the young thief.
As their dance went on, it became more heated, until-
"Ah... GODDESS! Ahh!" Volke released into his lover, his throbbing length pulsing with each wave that he shot, grasping Sothe tight about the midriff. Sothe felt Volke fill him up and groaned.
"Awwh... Yes..." He groaned as Volke pulled out of him, turning to kiss the Assassin gently.
"I love you," Sothe panted.
"I know," Volke grinned. "I love you too."