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29.Mar.14, 10:07 AM
As the last remnants of flight lust dwindled, K’tir took stock of everything. Not only did his back and ass hurt but so did his neck. He vaguely recalled an arm pressed against it to help pin him to the wall as a fellow loser claimed him. Not that it was needed given who it had been. He didn’t need to glance over at the man that had detangled himself a minute ago to know who it was but he still did just to enjoy the sight one more time.
Bronzerider R’nya. The gorgeous man that was as straight as they came and was loved by all the goldriders and potential golden girls. He was their protector and someone they felt safe with. If they knew his true power and passion hidden behind the blank mask like the brownrider had just learned, K’tir doubted they would see him in the same light.
The flight lust had gripped him hard during the chase and with R’nya grabbing him so quickly after, he didn’t have a chance to come down at all or acknowledge the loss and find someone of his own. When his mind started to clear near the end of the frenzied lust brought on by the young gold, K’tir was surprised to find himself coupled with R’nya and it was obvious the bronzerider was still trapped in the lust given the fact he hadn’t pulled away in distaste. Not one to ruin a good thing or one to possess the will to completely clear his mind, K’tir had continued to enjoy the time until it left him out of breath and sprawled on the floor.
It took far too much energy but finally K’tir managed to lift a hand to his face to brush away locks of damp from sweat before dropping to his side again. His body trembled still from the combination of exhaustion, release, and bliss. The only thing he still couldn’t figure out was why they were on the floor when surely there had to be a bed nearby to use instead. There was a wall to either side of him so thinking it was too much effort to sit up, K’tir tilted his head back; but instead of seeing a bed or another wall, a hallway was seen. As was someone hastily dashing into one of the many rooms that lined the hall.
He was born and raised in a Weyr so coming across such scenes after a flight had been common – K’tir could even admit to being involved in some in the past. He just never imagined it happening with the bronzerider beside him. It actually worked to his advantage, his smug side pointed out. Not only was ht the first man – to his knowledge – R’nya had slept with but they had coupled in public for all the Weyr to see.
A lazy, sated, and very pleased grin was given as K’tir glanced at the bronzerider once more.
Bronzerider R’nya. The gorgeous man that was as straight as they came and was loved by all the goldriders and potential golden girls. He was their protector and someone they felt safe with. If they knew his true power and passion hidden behind the blank mask like the brownrider had just learned, K’tir doubted they would see him in the same light.
The flight lust had gripped him hard during the chase and with R’nya grabbing him so quickly after, he didn’t have a chance to come down at all or acknowledge the loss and find someone of his own. When his mind started to clear near the end of the frenzied lust brought on by the young gold, K’tir was surprised to find himself coupled with R’nya and it was obvious the bronzerider was still trapped in the lust given the fact he hadn’t pulled away in distaste. Not one to ruin a good thing or one to possess the will to completely clear his mind, K’tir had continued to enjoy the time until it left him out of breath and sprawled on the floor.
It took far too much energy but finally K’tir managed to lift a hand to his face to brush away locks of damp from sweat before dropping to his side again. His body trembled still from the combination of exhaustion, release, and bliss. The only thing he still couldn’t figure out was why they were on the floor when surely there had to be a bed nearby to use instead. There was a wall to either side of him so thinking it was too much effort to sit up, K’tir tilted his head back; but instead of seeing a bed or another wall, a hallway was seen. As was someone hastily dashing into one of the many rooms that lined the hall.
He was born and raised in a Weyr so coming across such scenes after a flight had been common – K’tir could even admit to being involved in some in the past. He just never imagined it happening with the bronzerider beside him. It actually worked to his advantage, his smug side pointed out. Not only was ht the first man – to his knowledge – R’nya had slept with but they had coupled in public for all the Weyr to see.
A lazy, sated, and very pleased grin was given as K’tir glanced at the bronzerider once more.
