03.Dec.16, 06:59 PM
Since mating to Ayyonth, Larrikith had noted a decrease in the number of dragons that gave chase to her; since moving North and everyone splitting up between the Weyrs, the green now found that those that gave chase were fewer than ever before. It wasn’t something that would worry her, when she wasn’t crazy with lust, but in that moment the lack of competitors was a huge insult to the egotistical little dragon. The fact that Ayyonth was at the head of the group and hot on her tail was the only thing soothing Larrikith’s metaphorical feathers.
With oil dripping from his fingertips, B’jin blinked up at R’nd as the bluerider joined him, tilting his head and accepting the kiss that came his way. Oily fingertips travelled up R’nd’s arms and around his neck, the greenrider unaware of the mess he was making as he gave himself up to the lust of his dragon and his love for R’nd; Larrikith’s flights had gone from being something B’jin loathed to something the man found both enjoyable and exciting – especially since he was almost always guaranteed of waking up with R’nd. Occasionally the winner was someone else, such as Valerian or D’hys, but B’jin could cope with those two, when he had to.
They’d somehow made it back into bed, was B’jin’s first conscious and amused thought, the greenrider squirming slightly as he blinked his eyes open, frowning up at the ceiling before glancing over at R’nd. The bluerider’s hair was slick with oil and B’jin was startled into a soft laugh at the way the well-loved locks were sticking out, all shiny and damp. Reaching out, B’jin ran his fingers through R’nd’s hair, and patted it down slightly, so the bluerider looked less like he’d been struck by lightning. Pulling his weight up so he was resting on an elbow, B’jin smiled sheepishly down at R’nd.
“You look better oiled than Larrikith, love.”
At her name, B’jin felt Larrikith stir contentedly at the edge of his mind, and he encouraged her to go back to sleep, smiling when he felt her agreement as she cuddled closer to Ayyonth with a lick to the blue dragon’s cheek. Turning his attention back to R’nd, B’jin traced his finger from between R’nd’s eyerbows down the slope of his nose, then tapped him playfully on the lips with a gentle flick of his finger.
“We got oil stains all over the bedding.” B’jin sighed, conveniently ignoring the fact that he was solely responsible for any oil that had made it from the awning to the bedroom; R’nd was as much a victim as the bedding and looked just as much the short comer with his coating of oil. B’jin didn’t think R’dn would mind – not really. He possibly wouldn’t be particularly excited, but the greenrider knew he wouldn’t be scolded for it. At least, not with any heat!
Grinning, and in a much better mood than when he had woken up, B’jin leaned down to give R’nd a light kiss to the lips.
With oil dripping from his fingertips, B’jin blinked up at R’nd as the bluerider joined him, tilting his head and accepting the kiss that came his way. Oily fingertips travelled up R’nd’s arms and around his neck, the greenrider unaware of the mess he was making as he gave himself up to the lust of his dragon and his love for R’nd; Larrikith’s flights had gone from being something B’jin loathed to something the man found both enjoyable and exciting – especially since he was almost always guaranteed of waking up with R’nd. Occasionally the winner was someone else, such as Valerian or D’hys, but B’jin could cope with those two, when he had to.
They’d somehow made it back into bed, was B’jin’s first conscious and amused thought, the greenrider squirming slightly as he blinked his eyes open, frowning up at the ceiling before glancing over at R’nd. The bluerider’s hair was slick with oil and B’jin was startled into a soft laugh at the way the well-loved locks were sticking out, all shiny and damp. Reaching out, B’jin ran his fingers through R’nd’s hair, and patted it down slightly, so the bluerider looked less like he’d been struck by lightning. Pulling his weight up so he was resting on an elbow, B’jin smiled sheepishly down at R’nd.
“You look better oiled than Larrikith, love.”
At her name, B’jin felt Larrikith stir contentedly at the edge of his mind, and he encouraged her to go back to sleep, smiling when he felt her agreement as she cuddled closer to Ayyonth with a lick to the blue dragon’s cheek. Turning his attention back to R’nd, B’jin traced his finger from between R’nd’s eyerbows down the slope of his nose, then tapped him playfully on the lips with a gentle flick of his finger.
“We got oil stains all over the bedding.” B’jin sighed, conveniently ignoring the fact that he was solely responsible for any oil that had made it from the awning to the bedroom; R’nd was as much a victim as the bedding and looked just as much the short comer with his coating of oil. B’jin didn’t think R’dn would mind – not really. He possibly wouldn’t be particularly excited, but the greenrider knew he wouldn’t be scolded for it. At least, not with any heat!
Grinning, and in a much better mood than when he had woken up, B’jin leaned down to give R’nd a light kiss to the lips.