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21.Jun.13, 10:28 AM
“Hrm,” B’jin purred lowly, leaning forward to pepper kisses along R’nd’s shoulder and up the side of his neck. “Decisions.” There was no real answer in the word, though he did stop the kisses once he’d made his way to R’nd’s lips and placed a light one upon them, leaning back again so that he was out of reach and smiling mischievously. “This day keeps sounding better,” he smirked playfully up at R’nd.
B’jin didn’t have much to go on, in the way of exciting birthdays, and he’d certainly never had Larrikith fly on one. That, of course, was a miracle in and of itself up until that day. Larrikith had never been one to truly give B’jin any reason to enjoy her flights until she took a shine to Ayyonth; the greenrider simply thrilled that it was something he managed to reap the rewards from, as well! Flying with R’nd was so much better than any of his other (far too numerous) flight partners! Flashing a sudden warm and genuine smile, B’jin stole another kiss before reluctantly standing, and stepping just far enough away from R’nd to avoid either of them getting ideas, or more notably, side tracked by those ideas.
Eyes, locked on R’nd, were alight with playful abandon as he pulled his lover to his feet lazily. “Let’s get most of this clothing stuff over with.” A naughty smile light up B’jin’s face, and he dropped R’nd’s hands to filch the man’s towel with one hand, while holding his own in place with the other so R’nd couldn’t return the favour. “Oops.” Skipping backwards out of reach, B’jin tossed the now empty towel behind him and well out of reach, and glanced around for where their clothing was at… which was all over the place.
“You’d think,” B’jin said lightly as he darted around the room, playfully avoiding R’nd as he collected his clothing and struggled into his pants, “since I wasn’t wearing anything when you caught us, that my clothes would have managed to stay where I put them.” He smirked at R’nd, shaking his head as he tied the laces on his pants and kicked his towel over to where R’nd’s was piled sadly. “I think they’re growing legs like yours, love.” B’jin rocked back on his heels, shirt hanging over his right arm as his left hand raked back through his hair; it was more air-dried than wet, but droplets still splattered from the length of blonde.
“Maybe they’ll lead us to wherever yours have taken to hiding.” B’jin bit back a laugh, teeth biting into his bottom lip, expression full of the sound he refused to give voice to.
B’jin didn’t have much to go on, in the way of exciting birthdays, and he’d certainly never had Larrikith fly on one. That, of course, was a miracle in and of itself up until that day. Larrikith had never been one to truly give B’jin any reason to enjoy her flights until she took a shine to Ayyonth; the greenrider simply thrilled that it was something he managed to reap the rewards from, as well! Flying with R’nd was so much better than any of his other (far too numerous) flight partners! Flashing a sudden warm and genuine smile, B’jin stole another kiss before reluctantly standing, and stepping just far enough away from R’nd to avoid either of them getting ideas, or more notably, side tracked by those ideas.
Eyes, locked on R’nd, were alight with playful abandon as he pulled his lover to his feet lazily. “Let’s get most of this clothing stuff over with.” A naughty smile light up B’jin’s face, and he dropped R’nd’s hands to filch the man’s towel with one hand, while holding his own in place with the other so R’nd couldn’t return the favour. “Oops.” Skipping backwards out of reach, B’jin tossed the now empty towel behind him and well out of reach, and glanced around for where their clothing was at… which was all over the place.
“You’d think,” B’jin said lightly as he darted around the room, playfully avoiding R’nd as he collected his clothing and struggled into his pants, “since I wasn’t wearing anything when you caught us, that my clothes would have managed to stay where I put them.” He smirked at R’nd, shaking his head as he tied the laces on his pants and kicked his towel over to where R’nd’s was piled sadly. “I think they’re growing legs like yours, love.” B’jin rocked back on his heels, shirt hanging over his right arm as his left hand raked back through his hair; it was more air-dried than wet, but droplets still splattered from the length of blonde.
“Maybe they’ll lead us to wherever yours have taken to hiding.” B’jin bit back a laugh, teeth biting into his bottom lip, expression full of the sound he refused to give voice to.
