18.Jul.19, 03:08 PM
D’hys appreciated getting a win in thanks to B’jin not spoiling anything. It surprised him that the greenrider had that much restraint but given the way he had been grinding into his lap, it was more than likely that B’jin had been a bit distracted by promises and reminders. When he started acting up again, D’hys put on a show of dramatically folding and giving B’jin a rough kiss that was more a bite to his lower lip than anything else. “Looks like I need to take care of my boy here. Have fun without me and know that I am definitely having fun without you.”
He escorted B’jin away from the table to the laughs and cat calls of the others until he came up behind B’jin and pulled him in tight, back to chest. “Keep behaving like that in public and I might think you want to be punished in public,” D’hys growled against an ear as both hands slid under B’jin’s shirt to return to molesting the abused nipples. “But I think I’ll take you home and keep those moans and begging for more to myself this time.”
As they approached where their dragons were waiting for them, D’hys gave Larrikith a curious look. The sun was close to setting but there was enough light left to highlight her hide and how she seemed to be glowing. He wasn’t one to track every green’s Flight cycle with the exception of a few of Zeianth’s preferred girls, but he was fairly certain Larrikith was about to Rise, probably within the hour. And while it was an amusing though to have a Flight happen during a Gather, D’hys also knew the ramifications from that wouldn’t be worth the entertainment of the moment. Besides, everyone was here and hardly anyone would be back at Fort. It would guarantee an easy win for Zeianth—Not that I need such a thing and could beat them all —and further mess with R’nd that he wasn’t even around for a Flight that he no doubt did track.
“Home, now.” D’hys ordered with a hard smack to B’jin’s ass as further motivation. It would be a rigged Flight but he didn’t think even Larrikith would care since she liked Zeianth.
He escorted B’jin away from the table to the laughs and cat calls of the others until he came up behind B’jin and pulled him in tight, back to chest. “Keep behaving like that in public and I might think you want to be punished in public,” D’hys growled against an ear as both hands slid under B’jin’s shirt to return to molesting the abused nipples. “But I think I’ll take you home and keep those moans and begging for more to myself this time.”
As they approached where their dragons were waiting for them, D’hys gave Larrikith a curious look. The sun was close to setting but there was enough light left to highlight her hide and how she seemed to be glowing. He wasn’t one to track every green’s Flight cycle with the exception of a few of Zeianth’s preferred girls, but he was fairly certain Larrikith was about to Rise, probably within the hour. And while it was an amusing though to have a Flight happen during a Gather, D’hys also knew the ramifications from that wouldn’t be worth the entertainment of the moment. Besides, everyone was here and hardly anyone would be back at Fort. It would guarantee an easy win for Zeianth—
“Home, now.” D’hys ordered with a hard smack to B’jin’s ass as further motivation. It would be a rigged Flight but he didn’t think even Larrikith would care since she liked Zeianth.