01.Mar.18, 06:41 AM
Larrikith rumbled in amusement. If we don’t want B’jin having a meltdown because someone walked in on him wrapped around R’nd, we’d better. Predictably, the little green dragon didn’t much care about B’jin’s modesty – that’s why she liked to Fly at inconvenient times – but she had had enough of her rider’s dramatic emotions today. She simply was not interested in being the target for another meltdown because she did not warn off some stray visitor. Never mind being the target of that person’s meltdown at seeing B’jin and R’nd naked and screwing. Actually, the idea of tormenting someone like V’ler with that image was rather appealing. She rumbled in laughter again.
B’jin was suddenly frowning, tilting his head back on the floor to look towards where the dragons were located, even though he couldn’t see them. He opened his mouth to tell R’nd that Larrikith was up to something – he just knew it – but the bluerider chose that moment to finally find himself free of his shirt and launch his attack on B’jin’s body. The greenrider groaned in delight, his hands caressing R’nd’s sides before he worked his lover’s pants free and pushed them off him, mostly, not wanting to move far enough out of R’nd’s embrace to actually get said pants off his lover’s legs. While he left R’nd to finish stripping, B’jin wriggled out of his pants, and kicked them aside, being cautious of not hitting R’nd with a flyaway foot. Then he pulled his own shirt off, and launched himself at R’nd, sending the bluerider rocking back onto the floor, the greenrider’s hands protecting his head from landing on the floor hard.
“Hmm,” B’jin teased, sitting across R’nd’s thighs and stroking his stomach gently with feathery touches, designed to be more ticklish than anything else. “I am feeling slightly better,” he smiled, eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. “Do you want to feel better, too?” He arched his eyebrows, teasing, as if he would ever leave R’nd wanting for pleasure, affection or release. Reaching up, he brushed his pointer finger down from R’nd’s hairline, along the slope of his nose, and gently over his lips, not letting the bluerider grab with lips or teeth, as he knew he could be prone to doing. He continued gently down the centre of his neck, the length of his chest, stomach, giving him a playful poke in the bellybutton, before finishing just shy of the main prize.
Both hands stroked down each side of R’nd’s waist, coming to rest lightly on his hips as the greenrider smiled playfully at R’nd, before dropping his head.
B’jin was suddenly frowning, tilting his head back on the floor to look towards where the dragons were located, even though he couldn’t see them. He opened his mouth to tell R’nd that Larrikith was up to something – he just knew it – but the bluerider chose that moment to finally find himself free of his shirt and launch his attack on B’jin’s body. The greenrider groaned in delight, his hands caressing R’nd’s sides before he worked his lover’s pants free and pushed them off him, mostly, not wanting to move far enough out of R’nd’s embrace to actually get said pants off his lover’s legs. While he left R’nd to finish stripping, B’jin wriggled out of his pants, and kicked them aside, being cautious of not hitting R’nd with a flyaway foot. Then he pulled his own shirt off, and launched himself at R’nd, sending the bluerider rocking back onto the floor, the greenrider’s hands protecting his head from landing on the floor hard.
“Hmm,” B’jin teased, sitting across R’nd’s thighs and stroking his stomach gently with feathery touches, designed to be more ticklish than anything else. “I am feeling slightly better,” he smiled, eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. “Do you want to feel better, too?” He arched his eyebrows, teasing, as if he would ever leave R’nd wanting for pleasure, affection or release. Reaching up, he brushed his pointer finger down from R’nd’s hairline, along the slope of his nose, and gently over his lips, not letting the bluerider grab with lips or teeth, as he knew he could be prone to doing. He continued gently down the centre of his neck, the length of his chest, stomach, giving him a playful poke in the bellybutton, before finishing just shy of the main prize.
Both hands stroked down each side of R’nd’s waist, coming to rest lightly on his hips as the greenrider smiled playfully at R’nd, before dropping his head.