09.Feb.14, 12:19 PM
B’jin did not like seeing a frown on R’nd’s face at the best of times, but he certainly did not like seeing his lover’s pretty face marred with such an expression when they were a tangle of naked limbs! A frown of his own etching over his features; one created by worry and uncomfortable distress, before R’nd spoke and brown eyes widened just slightly. A quiet ‘oh’ was the only response the bluerider got, and B’jin’s gaze flickered in the general direction of the dragons before peering up at R’nd. The puzzled expression melted away under the splattering of light kisses, and B’jin tilted his head to give R’nd better access to his neck. Dragons be damned!
B’jin, lost once more in the bliss of R’nd’s attentions, was started by the sudden sound of soft laughter. As had been anticipated, B’jin tensed under the continued kisses and warm breath, expression worried as he lifted his head a little, shifting so he could bring his weight up onto his elbows and discover an answer to why his lover was laughing. A worried and slightly pouty expression claimed his face as R’nd started speaking and a frown took over after a few breaths. Touching ritual? B’jin blinked, confused, before realisation dawned and he flushed softly, even as a wry smile curled up the corners of his lips.
B’jin was modest, notably so at any rate, but particularly so for a greenrider, and especially one of his age. He liked being fully clothed, he was known to wear underwear, and he considered it improper to run around with bare feet. Where once he was occasionally spotted without a shirt (and almost always only when bathing Larrikith was concerned) B’jin no longer openly went about without a shirt on. The scarring on his back was minimal, but he was still scarred and disliked the knowledge that it could be seen. B’jin was very proud of his body, the fact that physical scars that littered it could be counted on one hand. Even N’mall had never left any outward scarring on him – though to be fair, B’jin admitted to himself that that was probably more for N’mall’s benefit than B’jin’s.
The fact that they’d come so close - again – to being caught in public due to Larrikith and her terrible timing, had the ability to make the greenrider’s blood run like ice. What if Ayyonth had managed to catch Larrikith, before B’jin had managed to (somehow!) find himself in a building? The places that hot sand could have ended up did not bear thinking about! B’jin grimaced, scrunching his nose up and shook his head. B’jin shifted, drawing R’nd up so he could kiss him gently. “Me too,” his expression and the soft tone of his words was an incredibly odd combination of shy, and wicked.
B’jin, lost once more in the bliss of R’nd’s attentions, was started by the sudden sound of soft laughter. As had been anticipated, B’jin tensed under the continued kisses and warm breath, expression worried as he lifted his head a little, shifting so he could bring his weight up onto his elbows and discover an answer to why his lover was laughing. A worried and slightly pouty expression claimed his face as R’nd started speaking and a frown took over after a few breaths. Touching ritual? B’jin blinked, confused, before realisation dawned and he flushed softly, even as a wry smile curled up the corners of his lips.
B’jin was modest, notably so at any rate, but particularly so for a greenrider, and especially one of his age. He liked being fully clothed, he was known to wear underwear, and he considered it improper to run around with bare feet. Where once he was occasionally spotted without a shirt (and almost always only when bathing Larrikith was concerned) B’jin no longer openly went about without a shirt on. The scarring on his back was minimal, but he was still scarred and disliked the knowledge that it could be seen. B’jin was very proud of his body, the fact that physical scars that littered it could be counted on one hand. Even N’mall had never left any outward scarring on him – though to be fair, B’jin admitted to himself that that was probably more for N’mall’s benefit than B’jin’s.
The fact that they’d come so close - again – to being caught in public due to Larrikith and her terrible timing, had the ability to make the greenrider’s blood run like ice. What if Ayyonth had managed to catch Larrikith, before B’jin had managed to (somehow!) find himself in a building? The places that hot sand could have ended up did not bear thinking about! B’jin grimaced, scrunching his nose up and shook his head. B’jin shifted, drawing R’nd up so he could kiss him gently. “Me too,” his expression and the soft tone of his words was an incredibly odd combination of shy, and wicked.