05.Jun.22, 03:42 PM
Viskuth was very good at making sure D'sen was relaxed and happy, the man was never really good at it and it wasn't difficult to bring the memories of the flight and how much D'sen liked it to the surface. It helped relax the rigidity of the rider.
He blinked as A'mos absent smile flip-flopped his stomach. Now was not the time, he refused to think about what was happening between his thighs and how much he liked being wrapped around the greenrider. It would have been so much simpler if he had been a she instead. "It's alright," he said softly and moved his hand from his nose. It was tender but it would be fine if a little crooked.
He frowned, the motion darkening his face momentarily at the thought of someone scaring A'mos' green so badly he threw punches. D'sen knew it was a leftover from Viskuth overprotective and possessiveness for the first flight he'd ever won. "Do you know who it was?" he asked with a growl that wasn't is own. Fuck it all, Viskuth, would you stop? he grumbled at the bronze with halfhearted annoyance.
You don't really want me too
He was shocked to realize he didn't, in fact, want Viskuth to stop playing with his emotional state. If A'mos being a woman would have made things easier, this made things better. "Viskuth is a good boy," he murmured as A'mos scooted closer to settle a cheek against his chest. They were about the same height but he appreciated the submissive motion of the other man. "Didn't you know the signs?" he asked with surprise, "I would have thought those were the first things they'd have taught you."
If they hadn't taught a greenrider to recognize the signs of a proddy green, D'sen was going to have to pitch a fit. Not that he could have done much about it, but why leave them high and dry. His own sense of protectiveness and hero tendencies were coming to the fore, reminding him exactly why he and Viskuth suited so well. His arms tightened around the other man and D'sen pressed him just a little deeper into his chest.
Might as well enjoy the sensation of the muscular greenrider against him while his mind was still being played by Viskuth.
He blinked as A'mos absent smile flip-flopped his stomach. Now was not the time, he refused to think about what was happening between his thighs and how much he liked being wrapped around the greenrider. It would have been so much simpler if he had been a she instead. "It's alright," he said softly and moved his hand from his nose. It was tender but it would be fine if a little crooked.
He frowned, the motion darkening his face momentarily at the thought of someone scaring A'mos' green so badly he threw punches. D'sen knew it was a leftover from Viskuth overprotective and possessiveness for the first flight he'd ever won. "Do you know who it was?" he asked with a growl that wasn't is own. Fuck it all, Viskuth, would you stop? he grumbled at the bronze with halfhearted annoyance.
You don't really want me too
He was shocked to realize he didn't, in fact, want Viskuth to stop playing with his emotional state. If A'mos being a woman would have made things easier, this made things better. "Viskuth is a good boy," he murmured as A'mos scooted closer to settle a cheek against his chest. They were about the same height but he appreciated the submissive motion of the other man. "Didn't you know the signs?" he asked with surprise, "I would have thought those were the first things they'd have taught you."
If they hadn't taught a greenrider to recognize the signs of a proddy green, D'sen was going to have to pitch a fit. Not that he could have done much about it, but why leave them high and dry. His own sense of protectiveness and hero tendencies were coming to the fore, reminding him exactly why he and Viskuth suited so well. His arms tightened around the other man and D'sen pressed him just a little deeper into his chest.
Might as well enjoy the sensation of the muscular greenrider against him while his mind was still being played by Viskuth.