Vetinari rediscovered the pleasure of kissing an attractive man's neck. Another reason why he and Margollota got on so well (shared interests - although hers was more originally in the biting and draining of the blood, but being a black ribboner now, she had abstained from this practice, more or less - he'd seen the bite marks on her secretary).

Vetinari rediscovered the delight in pleasuring another human being. He adored the sounds Drumknott was making. The breathy sighs, gasps and moans as he kissed, licked and sucked on his skin up and down and around his beautiful neck, back to his lips where he devoured them with a powerful kiss, removing the man's jacket as he did so. Drumknotts hands were inside his masters cloak exploring his slim but muscular chest undoing as many buttons as he could in his haste to touch skin.

Drumknott was literally kissed off his feet as Vetinari grunted and picked him up to take him to his bed. The Patrician realised too late that Drumknott was a lot more heavier than he looked as he staggered and half dropped, half placed the clerk onto the russet red blankets of his large bed.

Drumknott rolled over and started removing his clothing at the same time as Vetinari. They got as far as shirts and cloaks off before kissing again. The lord rolled on top of his lover, both moaning at the contact. Drumknott thrust upwards and had the similar panicked but blissful look on his face as before. The lovers both realising they still had far too many clothes on, decided to immediately do something about it: trousers were unzipped, unbuttoned and almost ripped off each other, boots - thrown and kicked along the floor.
Laughing, out of breath almost, both men resumed their passionate play.

Vetinari kissed Drumknott and he melted. His kisses were tender but his hands were rough as he gripped and grasped Drumknotts buttocks, arms - anywhere he could find to hold on to and hold him tight.
Drumknott explored - he touched, he felt, he caressed. He also made the most delightful sounds that encouraged Vetinari's more frantic sexual gestures. Drumknott would have bruises in the morning. He felt as if he was being taken body and soul into Vetinari's embrace.

Vetinari kissed Drumknott's chest all the way down...
" Oh, Oh!" Cried Drumknott as Vetinari's mouth began to pleasure him in an even more delicious fashion.
Drumknott gripped the covers either side of him. His toes curled and trembled. The young man was in such bliss with arms and legs out-stretched, knees bent and his master's head between his thighs. Drumknott's head sank further into the pillows. He cried out more. His mind was spinning. Drumknott's hips tried to thrust upwards but Vetinari's strong hands preventing them from moving as he continued to give his devoted secretary pleasure.

His master was making the most obscene noises he had ever heard. He also seemed to be enjoying himself very very well, judging by the deep gutteral moans he was expressing and he licked and sucked. Vetinari was good at this. He had been taught some wonderful techniques as an apprentice (the masters gave private tuition to their most promising students), that he was now thrilled to share after such a long time alone.
Drumknott was extremely appreciative.
" Oh my Lord, Oh Havelock! Oh Oh Oh!" Cried Drumknott, lost in ecstasy. His body shook as he came, hard, inside his lovers mouth.

The fair, younger man lay still breathing heavily. The darker, older man took a moment to arise again. As he did so, the younger man watched him.

Vetinari had his hand on himself, he was still hard. He placed one hand on Drumknott's chest. Both men were panting heavily. They looked into each others eyes. Vetinari moved his hands quickly on himself and with a loud shout, his face crumpled, his hips thrusting, he came all over Drumknott's chest. His hand gave way and with an "Oof," from both men, Vetinari fell on top of his Rufus.

"Oh, Havelock," the younger man said, sighing happily.
Exhausted, both men quickly fell asleep.