07.Aug.18, 11:11 AM
T’bia glowed softly at the praise from M’dox, not taking his breathy words as anything else. He had no idea of M’dox’s history with other people, and honestly – even if the thought were to occur to him – T’bia wouldn’t care. So long as M’dox was happy and comfortable with him, as T’bia found he definitely was with the brownrider, then what did anything else matter? Of course, T’bia had grown up in the wilds of Katila, and he grew up with a blueriding father, so he had had a much more relaxed and open upbringing than he’d ever understand M’dox had had.
As someone who frequently needed to take a few moments because he became overwhelmed, T’bia didn’t blink when M’dox was suddenly burying his face against T’bia’s neck. The young bluerider simply wrapped his arms around his friend and rested his cheek against the side of M’dox’s head, once again, content and comfortable. At least, until M’dox started rubbing his thigh, and T’bia was suddenly aware of not just every point of contact between himself and the brownrider (which was a lot!) but his own arousal, and he blushed crimson against M’dox’s hair, eyebrows furrowing as he tried not to squirm.
T’bia wasn’t embarrassed per-se, but he was afraid of upsetting M’dox or giving the wrong idea, somehow. As if it was improper to respond to their enthusiastic kissing so, well, enthusiastically. Honestly, T’bia found the idea of that incredibly intimidating but it also caused his entire body flush with warmth and tingle in anticipation. T’bia felt safe to be himself with M’dox, like he hadn’t with anyone since getting to know R’nd, and he wanted to explore the world of sex with the brownrider. But he also didn’t want to rush into things, or give M’dox the impression that he was ready to, well, go all the way.
Which he was rather worried his body was going to say to his friend. So T’bia fell back on his tried and the true behaviour; shifting anxiously even as he murmured an absolutely mortified “sorry,” under his breath, refusing to meet M’dox’s eyes T’bia desperately hoped his friend wouldn’t somehow suddenly morph into one of those horrible people that liked to mock the uncomfortable. He didn’t think he would; had trouble actually picturing it. But it was hard to keep focus on the fact that M’dox was nice to him, when he was so awkwardly himself.
As someone who frequently needed to take a few moments because he became overwhelmed, T’bia didn’t blink when M’dox was suddenly burying his face against T’bia’s neck. The young bluerider simply wrapped his arms around his friend and rested his cheek against the side of M’dox’s head, once again, content and comfortable. At least, until M’dox started rubbing his thigh, and T’bia was suddenly aware of not just every point of contact between himself and the brownrider (which was a lot!) but his own arousal, and he blushed crimson against M’dox’s hair, eyebrows furrowing as he tried not to squirm.
T’bia wasn’t embarrassed per-se, but he was afraid of upsetting M’dox or giving the wrong idea, somehow. As if it was improper to respond to their enthusiastic kissing so, well, enthusiastically. Honestly, T’bia found the idea of that incredibly intimidating but it also caused his entire body flush with warmth and tingle in anticipation. T’bia felt safe to be himself with M’dox, like he hadn’t with anyone since getting to know R’nd, and he wanted to explore the world of sex with the brownrider. But he also didn’t want to rush into things, or give M’dox the impression that he was ready to, well, go all the way.
Which he was rather worried his body was going to say to his friend. So T’bia fell back on his tried and the true behaviour; shifting anxiously even as he murmured an absolutely mortified “sorry,” under his breath, refusing to meet M’dox’s eyes T’bia desperately hoped his friend wouldn’t somehow suddenly morph into one of those horrible people that liked to mock the uncomfortable. He didn’t think he would; had trouble actually picturing it. But it was hard to keep focus on the fact that M’dox was nice to him, when he was so awkwardly himself.