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09.Jul.18, 07:53 AM
T’bia moaned happily against M’dox’s mouth, giving control of the kiss over to his friend and following with delight as the brownrider guided the kiss until breathing was a thing of the past and they finally fell apart reluctantly, T’bia breathing in soft but desperate little pants as he pressed his forehead against M’dox’s, smiling widely and adjusting his stance slightly so he could pepper little kisses along the line of M’dox’s jaw, until he made it to his ear. He was about to nibble on the brownrider’s lobe when M’dox stepped back, talking about food. T’bia blinked.
A deep blush – one of pleasure, not embarrassment – suffused T’bia’s face as M’dox said he wanted to focus on him, on him, and T’bia had to resist the urge to throw himself at his friend and never let him go. He’d never been the focus of someone’s attention like that before, and it made him feel warm and fuzzy and so happy. Wanted. Desired. Needed. T’bia bit his bottom lip as M’dox lead him towards the table, wide blue eyes never leaving M’dox’s brown.
T’bia spent more time watching M’dox with shining eyes than he did paying actual attention to what his friend was pointing at as he spoke. It didn’t matter, food was food and T’bia was far more enchanted by M’dox himself. T’bia watched with quiet affection as M’dox brought the chair around to be beside him, and he shifted enough on his own seat to bring them that little bit closer, the warmth from M’dox was enjoyable and the little shots of fire when they touched coiled in T’bia’s belly and made his breath short.
“Me too,” he whispered, leaning across to rest his head on M’dox’s shoulder for a moment, tipping his head so he could press a kiss to the brownrider’s neck, breath warm and fluttery. He stayed that was for a few moments, before sighing in resignation and giving M’dox a pout. After that, he picked up one of the forks and poked around the plates, picking a roasted tubber out and stabbing it. Lifting the fork to his mouth, he nibbled on the vegetable as he looked around M’dox’s weyr curiously.
T’bia had obviously never been in his friend’s weyr, and he always found it interesting to see how different people made their weyrs into their homes. He liked what M’dox had done; it was bright and comfortable and very M’dox. T’bia was sure he could smell flowers, too, but wasn’t sure if there was a bouquet somewhere he couldn’t see, or if the brownrider had scented items laying around.
A deep blush – one of pleasure, not embarrassment – suffused T’bia’s face as M’dox said he wanted to focus on him, on him, and T’bia had to resist the urge to throw himself at his friend and never let him go. He’d never been the focus of someone’s attention like that before, and it made him feel warm and fuzzy and so happy. Wanted. Desired. Needed. T’bia bit his bottom lip as M’dox lead him towards the table, wide blue eyes never leaving M’dox’s brown.
T’bia spent more time watching M’dox with shining eyes than he did paying actual attention to what his friend was pointing at as he spoke. It didn’t matter, food was food and T’bia was far more enchanted by M’dox himself. T’bia watched with quiet affection as M’dox brought the chair around to be beside him, and he shifted enough on his own seat to bring them that little bit closer, the warmth from M’dox was enjoyable and the little shots of fire when they touched coiled in T’bia’s belly and made his breath short.
“Me too,” he whispered, leaning across to rest his head on M’dox’s shoulder for a moment, tipping his head so he could press a kiss to the brownrider’s neck, breath warm and fluttery. He stayed that was for a few moments, before sighing in resignation and giving M’dox a pout. After that, he picked up one of the forks and poked around the plates, picking a roasted tubber out and stabbing it. Lifting the fork to his mouth, he nibbled on the vegetable as he looked around M’dox’s weyr curiously.
T’bia had obviously never been in his friend’s weyr, and he always found it interesting to see how different people made their weyrs into their homes. He liked what M’dox had done; it was bright and comfortable and very M’dox. T’bia was sure he could smell flowers, too, but wasn’t sure if there was a bouquet somewhere he couldn’t see, or if the brownrider had scented items laying around.
