16.May.19, 03:12 AM
“Repressed it is then,” Misha said with a cheeky grin at C’dhin’s response. The man’s red face couldn’t mean anything else. Hopefully he was just embarrassed about making a lewd suggestion in front of other people, some of whom he didn’t necessarily know very well and not actually opposed to what he (accidentally) suggested, because now that C’dhin had said it Misharan was very into the idea. Both as something that could be done at the party (once it had wound down more and people who weren’t into it had left) and maybe something to try next time he visited the greenrider. Misha gave C’dhin a playful wink before focusing back on his slice of cake; he didn’t want anyone to miss having as much cake as they wanted, so any spanking and other activities that could go with it were being put on hold for the moment. At least until everyone had at least a second slice of cake.
He was actually having a fair amount of success at pushing his own horniness back and focusing on the delicious, amazing cake and talking to his friends, including maintaining a completely sex-free conversation with T’ryn. At least, he was until R’dal wandered over.
There was nothing inherently sexual about the way R’dal was leaning against him, but Misha’s body sure seemed to interpret it that way, and he hoped the slightly shaky breath he took could be written off as surprise at R’dal wrapping his arms around him. His blueriding friend directly asking if he could spank him from maybe an inch away from his ear where he could feel the air from the words being spoken did not help.
“Yeah,” Misha said, leaning into R’dal, “definitely, later.” It took a lot of effort not to tell R’dal sure, right now, let’s go, because that would be an absolutely amazing addition to his birthday party, but Misharan was also aware that not everyone there would be comfortable participating. It wasn’t even his weyr, and while Misha was sure he could convince C’dhin to participate and probably extend the use of his weyr, he wasn’t going to just assume. Well, he assumed it would be alright, he just wanted to get proper permission before doing anything. And make sure everyone got enough cake and time with his most excellent self before they were unceremoniously asked to leave so he could get laid. Which he really, really wanted to do.
He was actually having a fair amount of success at pushing his own horniness back and focusing on the delicious, amazing cake and talking to his friends, including maintaining a completely sex-free conversation with T’ryn. At least, he was until R’dal wandered over.
There was nothing inherently sexual about the way R’dal was leaning against him, but Misha’s body sure seemed to interpret it that way, and he hoped the slightly shaky breath he took could be written off as surprise at R’dal wrapping his arms around him. His blueriding friend directly asking if he could spank him from maybe an inch away from his ear where he could feel the air from the words being spoken did not help.
“Yeah,” Misha said, leaning into R’dal, “definitely, later.” It took a lot of effort not to tell R’dal sure, right now, let’s go, because that would be an absolutely amazing addition to his birthday party, but Misharan was also aware that not everyone there would be comfortable participating. It wasn’t even his weyr, and while Misha was sure he could convince C’dhin to participate and probably extend the use of his weyr, he wasn’t going to just assume. Well, he assumed it would be alright, he just wanted to get proper permission before doing anything. And make sure everyone got enough cake and time with his most excellent self before they were unceremoniously asked to leave so he could get laid. Which he really, really wanted to do.