Sport Injuries More Condition_symptoms [Fic] for musicians Oenology | The Name of the Wind

Title: Enology for musicians.
Fandom: The name of the wind.
Couple: Bast / Kvothe.
Words: 649.
Warnings: NC-17 without plot or anything.
Notes: dedicated to serena_m_lupin , which is what I asked and has given me the book .

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There were nights that Bast was a particularly cheerful mood and filled the cup of wine Kvothe more often. The host now rarely he delighted with the chords of her lute, and the only way you should not put any hits Kvothe was whetherwas drunk. Sometimes Bast, who had already consumed enough alcohol himself, he spent Kvothe account and just drunk as Cuba, an image similar to that which was given in his younger days when he frequented the Aeolian with friends from college. Bast

Then he removed his hands lute (for their sake, because if anything happened to the instrument, the next morning would run rivers of blood) and his teacher cornered against the bar as he opened with unusual buttons on your ability shirt. Kvothe only let out a muffled laugh whenever Bast teeth nibbled her neck. The two tangled and stumbled until Kvothe just lying on the wood of the bar, his shirt unbuttoned and his hands restlessBast s of his pants.

-Bast ... let ... He whispered, laughing, and almost looked like a teenager. The young apprentice could see the level of intoxication in the rosy cheeks of his master.

-Reshi, this is as important as the lessons. And now I know a good student and behave yourself Bast hissed, rubbing his nose red hair that was born under the Kvothe man.

"I thought I was the teacher laughed, yet her fingers tangled in her dark hair of his ward and opened his pants.

Bast's lips curled into a sardonic grin.

"You've never been very good at this, Reshi. Always the shy kid.

And before Kvothe replicase, sank Bastmouth in her crotch and hips he began to move slowly, a soft gasp escaped his mouth and red hair spread, revolt, over the bar.

ended Kvothe When Bast watched him from above, with an air of superiority as he wiped the corners of the lips, and Kvothe, who seemed to have eyes greener than ever and more hair on, flashed a mischievous smile and even small . Bast

Then he leaned over with an air worthy cats and graceful movement of a fata and began to lick the tip of the ear, massaging the legs still covered with cloth from the master.

-Reshi, touch you, "he hissed in my ear with sparkling eyes. Kvothe

evenbewildered by the wine, turned her head towards him. It seemed a bit bewildered and almost disappointed.

"I thought we were going to ...

Bast blinked several times and rubbed his chin.

"Oh, did you fuck? He said, with the same cheerful twang affected product from the spirit and character of fata equally.

Kvothe shifted into place, passing a hand through his disheveled hair.

"That sounds vulgar. Learn to control your tongue foul-mouthed, Bast-criticized, because Kvothe always had to be him even drunk. Bast

sighed with resignation, but quickly surrounded the man with his thin arms and stood over him, handing over his chest and kisses