Flight Of My Own [I'shan]

I’shan’s hand snaking over his body almost made him shiver, it wasn’t often his conquests dared to be so bold or clingy. They often knew his masculinity was highly insecure at times, and simply resigned to play the meek, immovable types. N’gelt stared at I’shan’s head for a few moments, thinking on this. While at first he had assumed I’shan was simply a submissive, attractive man, that wasn’t quite right. He had some boldness in him, a little bit of challenge against N’gelt’s strength. He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. Time would tell as to whether it was a positive or a negative.

The question went unanswered for a while as N’gelt thought. What he wanted now was no questions, just silence. But, it appeared that I’shan was not that kind of man. If you talk... maybe he will be more willing, more often? Saquith offered softly. His interests were sheerly to keep his rider happy, and even with his simpler mind, he knew that sex was what kept N’gelt happy. Sometimes he and his rider compromised, what was to stop him compromising with another rider instead of his dragon? N’gelt sent a wave of dismissal to Saquith as an instinctive reaction, though he halted half way through. The dragon had a point, for once. Turning his eyes to the roof he stared in the vague direction of his Brown, pondering how to proceed. He was interrupted in this thought process by I’shan’s lips on his cheek, soft and distracting. Looking back down, he saw the eagerness in I’shan’s eyes and drank the sight in greedily. That eagerness, was exactly what N’gelt wanted. His offer however, earned him a dark look.

“Wine? I don’t drink wine, why would I? Wine is a woman’s drink.” He spat, his upper lip curling in disgust. I’shan was lucky, not only had he offered food, a much preferred alternative to pleasing N’gelt, but he was, of course, gorgeous. Maybe the wine wasn’t being offered to you... An open invitation to join him? In a more... private place? Saquith ventured hesitantly as he felt anger bubbling across their mental link. His words succeeded in soothing N’gelt, of course, the wine would be for women in his hut. Not for the men. The cruel look on his face melted away, his voice lowering to a much more pleasurable tone, gravelly and rich. “Let’s see how much you’re not a terrible cook then.” N’gelt drew his hand back across I’shan’s hips slowly, his fingertips barely touching him. Sitting up hesitantly he glanced about. Their clothes had been haphazardly thrown about, and to be perfectly honest, he wasn’t in the mood to get dressed properly. Sadly though, as open as the Weyr was, walking across it nude wasn’t exactly preferred. Spotting his pants he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, he stood, slowly walking over to the crumpled clothing. Bending over to grab them, he shifted slightly, allowing him to look back at I’shan. Pulling them on with no intention of being fast, he turned to stare at the Bluerider. Lust pumped through his body again, though he made no move to act upon it yet. Not yet, he thought, not until they reached I’shan’s hut.