05.Jan.20, 04:58 PM
“Hmn, I think we could probably squeeze three people in,” Tazikel said teasingly, tilting his head as if considering it. His bed could fit three people easily. Maybe even four, if they were all very close together. “Just tell me when.” Really, Tazikel didn’t expect Mylorah to actually do anything with these ideas. They were just fun, a thing to talk about to get each other worked up. Which was definitely working. Thinking about Mylo pressed between him and Kordiavis got all his blood going south. Shit, he had a new thing to fantasize about at night now. Even if he wasn’t expecting them to become reality.
For the moment, Mylorah being on top of him was way more important, and he leaned in for another kiss. Or two or five. At some point Tazikel remembered they were outside in a field and actually not that far from a ledge and maybe, just maybe, they should relocate.
“I’m thinking the tour of the Weyr is over for today. Should we go back to your room, maybe? Or at least a few feet farther from the edge of this plateau, plunging to our deaths before getting to come would be decidedly not sexy,” he pointed out.
For the moment, Mylorah being on top of him was way more important, and he leaned in for another kiss. Or two or five. At some point Tazikel remembered they were outside in a field and actually not that far from a ledge and maybe, just maybe, they should relocate.
“I’m thinking the tour of the Weyr is over for today. Should we go back to your room, maybe? Or at least a few feet farther from the edge of this plateau, plunging to our deaths before getting to come would be decidedly not sexy,” he pointed out.