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09.Jul.18, 08:15 PM
Despite his tendency of not saying much, An’tell was rarely at a loss for words. The current moment was apparently an exception. And really, he only needed one. Honestly, he could probably just nod and not need to speak at all. That felt insufficient, though An’tell couldn’t voice why. He’d already decided he was going along with this, he had the answer he wanted to give, he was just having trouble saying it. Why? He thought he’d gotten over being uncomfortable having sex with men. He’d done it enough by now. He no longer internally winced when he woke up next to another man after a Flight; clearly not, considering his reaction to C’dhin included cuddling the greenrider. But he’d never said ‘yes, I want this,’ to a man before, and that was its wasn’t it? Where the mental block keeping him quiet came from. Which was ridiculous, he was agreeing to sex, not marriage or something equally absurd. No, this sense of propriety or whatever it was did not serve him here. I am An’tell of bronze Erinath, not Antixell the Smith, and I can fuck men if I feel like it, which right now I do because it’s warm and comfortable and C’dhin’s doing enjoyable things with his mouth. He could feel Erinath’s pleasure at the thought, the bronze always pleased when An’tell unequivocally claimed his place as a dragonrider instead of wishing he could go back to his Craft. Erinath gently nudged his rider, encouraging him to state his decision instead of just thinking it, as important as Erinath knew just thinking it was.
“All right, then,” An’tell said finally, running his hands along C’dhin until the paused to rest at his hips, “Yes. Show me what you’re thinking.” He tilted his head back in as clear of an invitation as he could make, showing off the mark C’dhin had left on his neck earlier and encouraging the greenrider to do as he pleased.
“All right, then,” An’tell said finally, running his hands along C’dhin until the paused to rest at his hips, “Yes. Show me what you’re thinking.” He tilted his head back in as clear of an invitation as he could make, showing off the mark C’dhin had left on his neck earlier and encouraging the greenrider to do as he pleased.
