27.Mar.12, 04:26 AM
I'shan eagerly accepted the bottle's mouth in his own and turned his neck back, chugging the sweet liquid eagerly and with great pleasure. He laughed bawdily as B'jin pulled the bottle away. "B'jin!" he pouted in an exaggerated manner, brown eyes widening and lashes batting like temptress. "I need more...My feet aren't tingly yet! Oh!"
He inhaled sharply and pillowed his body against B'jin's. He could feel a definite stirring as he brushed close, craning his neck forward in subliminal desire. He wanted very badly to kiss B'jin. The older man was so lively and energetic, so happy in spite of everything! I'shan admired that sort of perseverance. I'shan was more broken-spirited in the sevendays following the lashing than B'jin had been!
"I do like him," I'shan breathed, eyelids drooping lazily as he rocked back on his heels and inspecting B'jin from a relatively safe vantage point. The want was clearly there, swimming in I'shan's half-drunk stare. "I do," he growled, tightening his grip and clutching closely to B'jin, emphasizing his words with the wrenching of his hands.
"He forced me, B'jin," he said with a drunken chuckle. "I mean, I went along with it...but I could tell he wouldn't have let me go if I asked. But by shards...it was exciting," he hissed through his teeth. "He's so dangerous and rugged..." he crooned, instinctively arching his back. Again he tightened his grip and leaned in dangerously close. He could smell the wine on B'jin's hot breath...
Then, a familiar voice: Beware, I'shan. N'gelt approaches
I'shan went rigid and white, but otherwise he did not move. His expression twisted into one of...was it fear?
He inhaled sharply and pillowed his body against B'jin's. He could feel a definite stirring as he brushed close, craning his neck forward in subliminal desire. He wanted very badly to kiss B'jin. The older man was so lively and energetic, so happy in spite of everything! I'shan admired that sort of perseverance. I'shan was more broken-spirited in the sevendays following the lashing than B'jin had been!
"I do like him," I'shan breathed, eyelids drooping lazily as he rocked back on his heels and inspecting B'jin from a relatively safe vantage point. The want was clearly there, swimming in I'shan's half-drunk stare. "I do," he growled, tightening his grip and clutching closely to B'jin, emphasizing his words with the wrenching of his hands.
"He forced me, B'jin," he said with a drunken chuckle. "I mean, I went along with it...but I could tell he wouldn't have let me go if I asked. But by shards...it was exciting," he hissed through his teeth. "He's so dangerous and rugged..." he crooned, instinctively arching his back. Again he tightened his grip and leaned in dangerously close. He could smell the wine on B'jin's hot breath...
Then, a familiar voice: Beware, I'shan. N'gelt approaches
I'shan went rigid and white, but otherwise he did not move. His expression twisted into one of...was it fear?