"Problem, Sothe?"
"N-No... It's just..." Sothe let out a low groan as the elder assassin groped for his length. "What if someone walks in on us?"
"It's the middle of the night, boy. No one's gonna find us... Unless you're a screamer," Volke smirked at the thought.
"Volke!" Sothe hissed reproachfully. "I-I am not a... A screamer."
"Well, we'll see about that... Won't we?" He jerked up and down on Sothe's manhood, whilst guiding his own towards the young thief's backside. Slowly pushing the tip in slowly. Sothe's head jerked back from slight surprise.
"A-Aah...!"
"Heh... Not a screamer? Sounds like you were holding something back, Sothe."
"D-Don't tease me..."
Volke smirked and nipped at his ear, then pushed his length even further into Sothe, who gasped again.
"V-Volke~!"
"Shhh. Don't want anyone else to hear you, right?" He was inside all the way now and Sothe was trembling.
"F-Fu..."
Volke started pumping, slowly, in and out of Sothe, gripping him about the chest with one hand, while his other hand ravished Sothe's manhood.
Taking Sothe's groans to mean "Keep going", Volke went faster and harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together spurred them on.
Time went past and their erotic dance became more intense, no longer quiet lovemaking.
"Ah, goddess, VOLKE!"
Huffing now, Volke simply moved faster and faster in response.
"Volke, I'm gonna-!"
"Nngh...!" Volke tensed up as he released inside of Sothe, his manhood throbbing inside of the young thief, filling him up.
Sothe let out a harsh cry as Volke's grip on him caused him to lose himself and release all over the inside of the tent wall. Panting heavily, he met Volke's lips in a slight kiss.
At that moment, Micaiah burst in through the tent flap. "Sothe, I need to talk-" She stopped in her tracks as she saw the two men entagled, with the results of their lovemaking spattered against the wall.
They had a lot of explaining to do.
