Fifty, and frisky [R'nd]

There was nothing to do but laugh as they raced out of the tub, laugh as B’jin pulled him free, laugh as they tumbled several steps across the room, and of course, laugh when a towel was suddenly flung on his head. R’nd grabbed the towel, giving his hair a quick rubdown with it to help correct the fact that he was all wet. It was so very rude of the bath to leave him in such a wet state! His torso wasn’t given much attention, same with his legs, as R’nd wrapped the towel around his waist and snuck back up on his lover. The playful mood that had a strong hold on them both had B’jin wriggling away before he could be properly captured and kissed and R’nd only grinned as he watched the man dance out of reach.

He willingly followed the gentle shoving that came soon after that left R’nd a little confused as to why he was being dragged all over the room. He didn’t mind, not when so much fun was had in every corner and surface of the room but he did like knowing a little sometimes! When he reached the bench, his thoughts drifted back to dirtier paths and R’nd wondered what they could get up to on it, especially with B’jin seeming to be in his more dominant role. That side didn’t appear too much or too loudly, but R’nd always enjoyed seeing it and could even admit to sometimes trying to bait it to come out. He didn’t think he had this time and grinned when he was ordered to sit, obeying immediately and looking forward to what would follow.

Despite seeing the jar B’jin had grabbed, R’nd hadn’t been expecting a massage and was almost instantly turning into putty beneath his lover’s touch. There was a moment where a frown stole his features as R’nd remembered the day was supposed to be spent spoiling B’jin but with each stroke of palm over skin and kneading of knuckles over a knot, R’nd was gently eased away from such distressing thoughts.

“Hmm,” did he have plans? R’nd didn’t think he had as his head lulled forward, chin resting against his chest as he gave himself over to the hands working his muscles. The soak in the tub was nice on his back though the extra activities they got up to probably didn’t help erase any of the tension from being on the hard floor for too long, but this was heavenly. He could improvise his way through a massage as a treat to spoil a lover with and he was fairly convinced there had been a woman once that kept trying to copy their mutual friend with massages but failed miserably – though the friend was quite good with her hands and R’nd couldn’t recall having any complaints about her. But this particular massage wasn’t foreplay like the others; this was simply an enjoyable treat with a relaxing scent that was so very B’jin – and Larrikith, of course – that R’nd left himself vulnerable and completely open to the greenrider that nothing else seemed to matter right then, until he remembered what day it was and freely babbled.

“I was going to spend the morning pretending I wasn’t stressing over giving you a birthday gift you would like or how you might not want me to know it was today. Then I was going to bribe someone to make an amazing dinner for us and hope you didn’t already have plans.” He still didn’t like his attempt at painting and still believed he wouldn’t give it to B’jin but otherwise, R’nd felt his attempts at making it a special day would have gone over well. A flight and win in the bathhouse hadn’t factored into any of scenarios for how the day would go but so far, R’nd felt it was the best one he could have hoped for – even with the near disaster because of his wording and surprise birthday greeting.

I think even though he was getting someone else to make a dinner, that voiding all meal attempts with these two is always a good idea. Ayyonth nuzzled his nose against Larrikith’s shoulder before resting his head once more on his paws, content to nap the day away beside his favourite lady. Besides, B’jin probably wouldn’t want to know how R’nd has come to acquire so many favours.