04.Feb.19, 08:03 AM
T’bia giggled, the sound bashful and apologetic as he placed soft, warm kisses along M’dox’s jawline and down the side of his neck in a sort of affectionate apology for not letting his favourite brownrider go back to sleep like he wanted to. “Sorry,” T’bia said softly, the sound very genuine and he snuggled in closer against M’dox, snuggling as he clung to the brownrider. It felt like a whole handful of turns since the last time he’d gotten to snuggle up in M’dox’s bed with his most gloriously wonderful boyfriend. T’bia sighed softly and splattered more warm kisses over M’dox’s skin.
“Not doing laundry,” T’bia giggled, looking childishly delighted with his very clever quip. “I just missed you,” he sighed, pouting, “and I wanted to do something nice with you. But I don’t know what nice is?” Leaning back, head propped on one of M’dox’s many pillows, T’bia considered his most awesome brownrider for a few moments. “Anything you’ve been putting off doing?” T’bia asked curiously, thinking of riding leathers and dragon straps that could be checked over, or mending clothing. “We could do that?”
“Not doing laundry,” T’bia giggled, looking childishly delighted with his very clever quip. “I just missed you,” he sighed, pouting, “and I wanted to do something nice with you. But I don’t know what nice is?” Leaning back, head propped on one of M’dox’s many pillows, T’bia considered his most awesome brownrider for a few moments. “Anything you’ve been putting off doing?” T’bia asked curiously, thinking of riding leathers and dragon straps that could be checked over, or mending clothing. “We could do that?”