29.Dec.16, 08:36 PM
B’jin gave a mischievous giggle. “I’m fairly sure your appearance would bring about some interesting gossip about our bedroom habits.” The greenrider would probably die of embarrassment at such talk, but in the safety of the bedroom and quite sure R’nd would be bathing before he was socialising was a solid reassurance to the greenrider. He doubted anyone would see R’nd, all oiled up as he was, simply because he found R’nd to be far too self-conscious of his appearance.
Nuzzling against R’nd when the bluerider pulled him down, the B’jin grinned impishly, completely unworried about the laundry and in no hurry to get dressed himself. “Bathe before you put too many clothes on,” he chirped, amused. “You’ll ruin them with all the oil.” Brown eyes glittered in amusement, the greenrider completely unapologetic about the state he had bestowed bed and partner in. Really, if anyone was to blame, it was Larrikith and her need to fly when B’jin had been trying to be a good and loving mate to his dragon by oiling her!
Laughter spilled from B’jin’s lips as R’nd spoke. “Is that so?” He asked, highly amused both by the fact that Ayyonth was keeping R’nd up to date on the antics of Larrikith, as well as the little tidbit of his lover’s history he hadn’t been aware of (or had forgotten about, which was also likely). “Remind me to thank the blue beast,” he teased, kissing R’nd lightly on the cheek after he spoke; B’jin didn’t like to think about where the pair of them would be without their interfering winged beasts. While their relationship had grown over the years, they were no less prone to falling outs (the firelizard fiasco was something B’jin would never forget) but the studious strength of the dragons had always managed to help put things right. Their own special green and blue fan club.
“Besides a bath,” B’jin grinned, arching an eyebrow at R’nd, “What’s on today’s agenda?” Sometimes it was hard to keep track of what was going on each day, and B’jin found it more so difficult since the splitting of the dragonriders across the planet. Wings hadn’t really been formed up since the split (well, as far as B’jin was aware. But he was an off-duty Weyrlingmaster and exempt from Wings) so most of the riders seemed to just… be wherever they wanted. Prime example, his son!
Nuzzling against R’nd when the bluerider pulled him down, the B’jin grinned impishly, completely unworried about the laundry and in no hurry to get dressed himself. “Bathe before you put too many clothes on,” he chirped, amused. “You’ll ruin them with all the oil.” Brown eyes glittered in amusement, the greenrider completely unapologetic about the state he had bestowed bed and partner in. Really, if anyone was to blame, it was Larrikith and her need to fly when B’jin had been trying to be a good and loving mate to his dragon by oiling her!
Laughter spilled from B’jin’s lips as R’nd spoke. “Is that so?” He asked, highly amused both by the fact that Ayyonth was keeping R’nd up to date on the antics of Larrikith, as well as the little tidbit of his lover’s history he hadn’t been aware of (or had forgotten about, which was also likely). “Remind me to thank the blue beast,” he teased, kissing R’nd lightly on the cheek after he spoke; B’jin didn’t like to think about where the pair of them would be without their interfering winged beasts. While their relationship had grown over the years, they were no less prone to falling outs (the firelizard fiasco was something B’jin would never forget) but the studious strength of the dragons had always managed to help put things right. Their own special green and blue fan club.
“Besides a bath,” B’jin grinned, arching an eyebrow at R’nd, “What’s on today’s agenda?” Sometimes it was hard to keep track of what was going on each day, and B’jin found it more so difficult since the splitting of the dragonriders across the planet. Wings hadn’t really been formed up since the split (well, as far as B’jin was aware. But he was an off-duty Weyrlingmaster and exempt from Wings) so most of the riders seemed to just… be wherever they wanted. Prime example, his son!