24.Mar.13, 03:34 PM
“This is fine,” D’hys patted the space between them, indicating it would serve as a suitable flat surface for placing cards. Neither of them would have to move and he felt it kept them at a respectable distance. They weren’t too far apart but they weren’t going to be in each other’s laps either. It seemed perfect for the greenrider that liked contact but didn’t want to be pushed too much at the same time. They could steal little touches as they played and make it a coy game that if D’hys played right he might be able to get heavy petting out of later on. He wasn’t blind and knew how turned on his sweet greenrider could get during their make out sessions and soon he’d be able to get a bit more out of V’zire and slowly – oh so slowly – move them towards the goal of sex.
“As long as you don’t try to cheat,” D’hys teased with a friendly smile as he shifted a bit with a few cards now spread out in his hands as if trying to find the best way to sit that would keep his cards secret. “Shall we put up some fun rules? Loser gives the winner a kiss, maybe?” That was ridiculously innocent and tame considering the games of poker D’hys normally played but it seemed just right to be playful and still a bit innocent for V’zire to be comfortable with. If not, the smile he still wore would likely soften the suggestion into something that wasn’t finalized.
Skilled hands continued shuffling the deck and once it seemed like V’zire was settled into his seat, D’hys dealt, setting the pile down between them. “The next batch of weyrlings are graduating soon. I’ve heard some good things about some of them.” He hadn’t; not really. He knew Erisi was a hot lay for quick meetings in dark corners and knew Valerian was surprisingly kinky and okay with group sex – at least when it involved submitting to Z’ia and him. Not much else was known about the clutch outside of Krypth flying every time you turned around and D’hys typically kept it that way. Weyrlings were a waste of time for the most part since they were young, whiny, or idiots that would between recklessly. Until they proved they could last two turns and get an honorific, D’hys didn’t give them much thought. For V’zire and small talk, however, he pretended he did. “When wings start up again, I hope we get a couple of the highly sought after ones.”
“As long as you don’t try to cheat,” D’hys teased with a friendly smile as he shifted a bit with a few cards now spread out in his hands as if trying to find the best way to sit that would keep his cards secret. “Shall we put up some fun rules? Loser gives the winner a kiss, maybe?” That was ridiculously innocent and tame considering the games of poker D’hys normally played but it seemed just right to be playful and still a bit innocent for V’zire to be comfortable with. If not, the smile he still wore would likely soften the suggestion into something that wasn’t finalized.
Skilled hands continued shuffling the deck and once it seemed like V’zire was settled into his seat, D’hys dealt, setting the pile down between them. “The next batch of weyrlings are graduating soon. I’ve heard some good things about some of them.” He hadn’t; not really. He knew Erisi was a hot lay for quick meetings in dark corners and knew Valerian was surprisingly kinky and okay with group sex – at least when it involved submitting to Z’ia and him. Not much else was known about the clutch outside of Krypth flying every time you turned around and D’hys typically kept it that way. Weyrlings were a waste of time for the most part since they were young, whiny, or idiots that would between recklessly. Until they proved they could last two turns and get an honorific, D’hys didn’t give them much thought. For V’zire and small talk, however, he pretended he did. “When wings start up again, I hope we get a couple of the highly sought after ones.”