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06.Feb.13, 01:17 AM
The Weyrling had been bored that particular evening, which didn't bode well for a few individuals. Valerian had been hit on fairly thoroughly during dinner, at least until Talian arrived and Erisi assumed it to be a good idea to back off. He doubted Valerian would turn him down, but he didn't want to deal with Talian getting upset or flustered. The Healer was a delicate sort, so Erisi had that plan fall through. His evening would have been filled with pleasurable acts if he had let it... but you win some, and then you lose some. Erisi had dismissed himself from dinner shortly after Talian's arrival. Going back to his hut was a fantastic idea, but one he ended up not following through with. Opportunity happened to strike at his door, and Erisi was far too kind an individual to turn it away!
Walking down the hall, a familiar voice had drifted towards his ears. The voice and its partner's were hushed, and he could barely make out their forms in the darkness. If he didn't recognize the voice, he would have moved on. Instead, he lingered, leaning back against the wall and waiting for the two men to continue with whatever it was they were doing. The figures were intimately close, but it was just like a certain someone to move quickly. The men walked down the hall, and Erisi waited a few seconds before following them. Erisi wasn't exactly a sneaky individual, he didn't hide in rooms waiting for the juiciest gossip to reach his ears. Yet, when opportunity arose, he struck out for it.
The walk was agonizingly long, and would have been boring if Erisi was not intent on keeping his presence unknown. It took some measure of patience and intelligence to remain out of sight until the men arrived at their destination. The Crafthall was completely deserted at this time of night. The last of the dragonriders and weyrfolk would be in the dining cavern, if not their own huts. It wouldn't be Erisi's first pick for a rendezvous, but the 'couple' were fairly safe from discovery at this hour of the evening. The rooms in the Crafthall were without doors, and rather like viewable stations of work. Erisi wouldn't really know - he only came here when necessary, and certainly didn't work here. He had Charath, that was a job of his own.
Are you listening to them...?
'No, waiting for them to finish up.' Erisi now stood just to the side of the door, his back pressed against the cold wall. He certainly didn't need to look into the room to know what was going on. The ass on bottom couldn't keep his mouth shut - the man moaned far more freely than Erisi thought the situation needed. Inbetween his moans, there was the definite sound of flesh smacking against flesh, of furniture being shifted in what was an undeniable grapple for stability. He wasn't exactly turned on by the sound, rather just observing the situation from a slightly non-sexual distance.
This is not worth either your's or my time. You need to redouble your efforts with Valerian.
'It's sooo going to be worth mine.'
Minutes passed by, which Erisi hadn't quite prepared for. The wait was annoying, and he badly wanted at least one of them to finish. If he was correct on who one of the individuals was, it wouldn't matter if the bottom finished or not. Finally, they both seemed to get off as was the purpose of their getaway. The bottom moaned like the whore he was, and the top groaned. Erisi resisted the urge to peek in on them to make sure they were getting dressed. Since there weren't any slapping sounds, he assumed they were getting clothed.
The bottom came out, "Nice score, hmmm?" Erisi congratulated him, making the man jump in surprise. The Weyrling smiled smugly as the man hurried out of the Crafthall, and then immediately stepped to the side and into the doorway to prevent the final man from escaping.
Ah, he loved it when he was correct.
Rumors had been floating around lately that a particular bluerider was settling down into a relationship with some idiot of a greenrider. Rumors had also been floating around that the aforementioned bluerider liked a few distractions from his relationship. It was a small contradiction that Erisi had picked up on fairly quickly. "I take it that's not V'zire?" he purred his greeting sweetly to D'hys, completely smug and likewise insufferable now that he had quite literally caught the bluerider in the act... of fucking a man he wasn't dating.
Walking down the hall, a familiar voice had drifted towards his ears. The voice and its partner's were hushed, and he could barely make out their forms in the darkness. If he didn't recognize the voice, he would have moved on. Instead, he lingered, leaning back against the wall and waiting for the two men to continue with whatever it was they were doing. The figures were intimately close, but it was just like a certain someone to move quickly. The men walked down the hall, and Erisi waited a few seconds before following them. Erisi wasn't exactly a sneaky individual, he didn't hide in rooms waiting for the juiciest gossip to reach his ears. Yet, when opportunity arose, he struck out for it.
The walk was agonizingly long, and would have been boring if Erisi was not intent on keeping his presence unknown. It took some measure of patience and intelligence to remain out of sight until the men arrived at their destination. The Crafthall was completely deserted at this time of night. The last of the dragonriders and weyrfolk would be in the dining cavern, if not their own huts. It wouldn't be Erisi's first pick for a rendezvous, but the 'couple' were fairly safe from discovery at this hour of the evening. The rooms in the Crafthall were without doors, and rather like viewable stations of work. Erisi wouldn't really know - he only came here when necessary, and certainly didn't work here. He had Charath, that was a job of his own.
'No, waiting for them to finish up.' Erisi now stood just to the side of the door, his back pressed against the cold wall. He certainly didn't need to look into the room to know what was going on. The ass on bottom couldn't keep his mouth shut - the man moaned far more freely than Erisi thought the situation needed. Inbetween his moans, there was the definite sound of flesh smacking against flesh, of furniture being shifted in what was an undeniable grapple for stability. He wasn't exactly turned on by the sound, rather just observing the situation from a slightly non-sexual distance.
'It's sooo going to be worth mine.'
Minutes passed by, which Erisi hadn't quite prepared for. The wait was annoying, and he badly wanted at least one of them to finish. If he was correct on who one of the individuals was, it wouldn't matter if the bottom finished or not. Finally, they both seemed to get off as was the purpose of their getaway. The bottom moaned like the whore he was, and the top groaned. Erisi resisted the urge to peek in on them to make sure they were getting dressed. Since there weren't any slapping sounds, he assumed they were getting clothed.
The bottom came out, "Nice score, hmmm?" Erisi congratulated him, making the man jump in surprise. The Weyrling smiled smugly as the man hurried out of the Crafthall, and then immediately stepped to the side and into the doorway to prevent the final man from escaping.
Ah, he loved it when he was correct.
Rumors had been floating around lately that a particular bluerider was settling down into a relationship with some idiot of a greenrider. Rumors had also been floating around that the aforementioned bluerider liked a few distractions from his relationship. It was a small contradiction that Erisi had picked up on fairly quickly. "I take it that's not V'zire?" he purred his greeting sweetly to D'hys, completely smug and likewise insufferable now that he had quite literally caught the bluerider in the act... of fucking a man he wasn't dating.
