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08.Jul.18, 12:19 PM
T’bia took longer in his bath than he probably implied he would. Partly, this was because he was still sulking about Jycenth saying he smelled bad, and he was determined to well and truly remove any such stink from himself. He pointedly ignored any of Jycenth’s apologies until the dragon was also sulking. T’bia could be stubborn like that, sometimes, and Jycenth felt bad for upsetting him when all he’d wanted to do was get his young rider down and into the laundry room with M’dox. He’d just have to be more careful about how he encouraged such meetups in the future.
But more than that, T’bia was caught between being mortified at what he’d implied when he asked M’dox to join him, pouting because M’dox hadn’t joined him, and burning up with heated desire when he thought about how lovely it would have been to have M’dox join him! It wasn’t even that T’bia was imaging the naughty things they could do, so much as he quivered in delight at the idea of the little things, like running soapy hands across M’dox’s back or through his hair… T’bia had spent a lot of time groaning in distress and dunking himself under the water in a lame attempt to clear his thoughts.
T’bia had finally pulled himself free of the bath, dried and dressed in clean clothing and made his way towards M’dox’s weyr. He didn’t hurry, but that was because he was still trying to calm his overactive thoughts; he didn’t want to say something super embarrassing again. It didn’t really occur to T’bia that if he hadn’t blushed like the virgin he was, M’dox might not have thought he implied anything at all. But he had, and that was enough to make T’bia squirm as he stood outside M’dox’s door. He still couldn’t believe what he’d managed to imply by an invitation he had honestly meant with a great deal of innocence. He was such a terrible person! Why did M’dox still want to spend time with him after something like that?
Regardless, when T’bia finally knocked and the door was opened so fast by M’dox, the bluerider met his friend’s eyes and his expression lit up in delight. Bouncing forward as M’dox smiled nervously, T’bia herded M’dox back from the door enough that he could kick it closed before kissing the brownrider; he didn’t want someone to walk past and upset M’dox! That would ruin the fun of kissing! T’bia pressed his body flush against M’dox’s, but his hands didn’t wander, cupping the brownrider’s face gently and letting the kiss linger with gentle affection. Kissing M’dox was so good.
But more than that, T’bia was caught between being mortified at what he’d implied when he asked M’dox to join him, pouting because M’dox hadn’t joined him, and burning up with heated desire when he thought about how lovely it would have been to have M’dox join him! It wasn’t even that T’bia was imaging the naughty things they could do, so much as he quivered in delight at the idea of the little things, like running soapy hands across M’dox’s back or through his hair… T’bia had spent a lot of time groaning in distress and dunking himself under the water in a lame attempt to clear his thoughts.
T’bia had finally pulled himself free of the bath, dried and dressed in clean clothing and made his way towards M’dox’s weyr. He didn’t hurry, but that was because he was still trying to calm his overactive thoughts; he didn’t want to say something super embarrassing again. It didn’t really occur to T’bia that if he hadn’t blushed like the virgin he was, M’dox might not have thought he implied anything at all. But he had, and that was enough to make T’bia squirm as he stood outside M’dox’s door. He still couldn’t believe what he’d managed to imply by an invitation he had honestly meant with a great deal of innocence. He was such a terrible person! Why did M’dox still want to spend time with him after something like that?
Regardless, when T’bia finally knocked and the door was opened so fast by M’dox, the bluerider met his friend’s eyes and his expression lit up in delight. Bouncing forward as M’dox smiled nervously, T’bia herded M’dox back from the door enough that he could kick it closed before kissing the brownrider; he didn’t want someone to walk past and upset M’dox! That would ruin the fun of kissing! T’bia pressed his body flush against M’dox’s, but his hands didn’t wander, cupping the brownrider’s face gently and letting the kiss linger with gentle affection. Kissing M’dox was so good.
