Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
10.May.13, 10:29 AM
The greenrider blinked, and tilted his head to smile at R’nd as arms wrapped around him suddenly, expression both pleased and playful as he considered the teasing remark. “I think so,” B’jin purred softly, leaning back against R’nd before he turned around, grinning impishly at the bluerider’s playful compliment. B’jin wrapped his own arms around his lover, stepping closer again to minimise the amount of water between their bodies, fingers playing teasingly over the base of R’nd’s back. “It’s probably fogging up your eyes,” he teased playfully, enjoying immensely the kiss that followed, and allowing his lover to shift them as he saw fit, content and compliant, brown eyes bright with enjoyment. Coming to from flights had improved immensely since his captures with R’nd had become more common place.
B’jin enjoyed the security of knowing who it would be, almost as much as he enjoyed the thrill that rolled through his body when he recognised the body he was sprawled on, or beside, as his own consciousness separated from that of Larrikith and brain function was his own once more. B’jin could still recall the time before R’nd, when suitors were as different as Larrikith could manage, and their responses to capturing him just as varied. He could remember the insistent drive to wake up as himself first, and to flee before demands were made that he didn’t want to fulfil. He could remember how instead of feeling sated or happy or smug after a flight like so many of his colour mates, he would be grumpy and irritable and displeased. It was wonderful, to finally enjoy Larrikith’s flights after so many turns, and B’jin had no desire for that to stop, ever. He had never missed what he’d never had, but now that he had, B’jin knew he would miss it immensely should it ever go.
Soft laughter left his lips at R’nd’s question, deeply amused and he kissed R’nd playfully on the tip of his nose. “I think the steam might ruin your clothing,” B’jin teased, gaze darkening lustily as he felt the familiar hands playing across his body. “And they already run off on you.” A wicked smirk tilted his lips at the shared joke, body shifting invitingly against R’nd as his own hands danced lightly over his lover’s sides before dipping lower, fingers playing teasingly over his hips. “Hmm,” he purred softly. “M’not a fan of pool parties,” he teased, quite sure if anyone built a pool in their home, it would be centre stage for a party; build one in R’nd’s and he would never see his pretty lover again, and that would be terribly tragic! Shifting again, B’jin leaned in to kiss the bluerider, the action charged with a little more possessive affection than B’jin was personally aware of, though not necessarily something he would have denied.
B’jin enjoyed the security of knowing who it would be, almost as much as he enjoyed the thrill that rolled through his body when he recognised the body he was sprawled on, or beside, as his own consciousness separated from that of Larrikith and brain function was his own once more. B’jin could still recall the time before R’nd, when suitors were as different as Larrikith could manage, and their responses to capturing him just as varied. He could remember the insistent drive to wake up as himself first, and to flee before demands were made that he didn’t want to fulfil. He could remember how instead of feeling sated or happy or smug after a flight like so many of his colour mates, he would be grumpy and irritable and displeased. It was wonderful, to finally enjoy Larrikith’s flights after so many turns, and B’jin had no desire for that to stop, ever. He had never missed what he’d never had, but now that he had, B’jin knew he would miss it immensely should it ever go.
Soft laughter left his lips at R’nd’s question, deeply amused and he kissed R’nd playfully on the tip of his nose. “I think the steam might ruin your clothing,” B’jin teased, gaze darkening lustily as he felt the familiar hands playing across his body. “And they already run off on you.” A wicked smirk tilted his lips at the shared joke, body shifting invitingly against R’nd as his own hands danced lightly over his lover’s sides before dipping lower, fingers playing teasingly over his hips. “Hmm,” he purred softly. “M’not a fan of pool parties,” he teased, quite sure if anyone built a pool in their home, it would be centre stage for a party; build one in R’nd’s and he would never see his pretty lover again, and that would be terribly tragic! Shifting again, B’jin leaned in to kiss the bluerider, the action charged with a little more possessive affection than B’jin was personally aware of, though not necessarily something he would have denied.
