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05.Jun.22, 07:02 PM
"Brownriders," he growled with annoyance. He probably should have a little better thought about brownriders, his father was one after all, but he'd never had much good experience with them. His father included.
He frowned when A'mos explained that Fayath was timid and shy, quiet and subdued. He'd never met a green who was and it was interesting to see such an obviously brave rider on a green like that. He supposed that was how it was sometimes, riders exactly what a dragon needed to balance them out. "I've never... Met a green like that before," he admitted, "The ones I know are always so... In your face. Anserath is kind of like that. Bubbly and all over the place." His brother's green was vibrant and carefree and had none of the subdued nature that Fayath apparently did.
The soft kiss against his bare chest brought a soft inhalation of breath from him and when he glanced down he found a handsome face flushed pink with embarrassment. He couldn't fathom why A'mos would be embarrassed about kissing him, D'sen wasn't embarrassed, though he did color slightly when he realized the small motion and Viskuth's interference was pressed hard against the other man's hip. "I... uh..." he didn't know what else to say but he didn't move in an attempt to hide his heavy erection. What good would it have done?
"V'lis is a cocksucker who deserves having his nose broken," D'sen said with a scowl. He didn't know the brownrider well but he had heard stories of his nasty nature and the nature of his dragon. Neither was someone D'sen wanted anything to do with. "If he bothers you again let me know," D'sen told him with a little squeeze to punctuate the demand. Not that he had any idea what he would do to V'lis but the offer would stand.
"Oh... Um no," he shook his head and it was this time for him to be a little embarrassed, "Viskuth's never really been interested in chasing and this is the first time he's won. Do you think people get punched a lot during flights?" He knew they could be violent but D'sen always assumed it was because riders were rough with their partners during a flight. He remembered the bruises his mother would have after a flight his father lost. It had always made him frown when he was younger but maybe there was a reason.
He frowned when A'mos explained that Fayath was timid and shy, quiet and subdued. He'd never met a green who was and it was interesting to see such an obviously brave rider on a green like that. He supposed that was how it was sometimes, riders exactly what a dragon needed to balance them out. "I've never... Met a green like that before," he admitted, "The ones I know are always so... In your face. Anserath is kind of like that. Bubbly and all over the place." His brother's green was vibrant and carefree and had none of the subdued nature that Fayath apparently did.
The soft kiss against his bare chest brought a soft inhalation of breath from him and when he glanced down he found a handsome face flushed pink with embarrassment. He couldn't fathom why A'mos would be embarrassed about kissing him, D'sen wasn't embarrassed, though he did color slightly when he realized the small motion and Viskuth's interference was pressed hard against the other man's hip. "I... uh..." he didn't know what else to say but he didn't move in an attempt to hide his heavy erection. What good would it have done?
"V'lis is a cocksucker who deserves having his nose broken," D'sen said with a scowl. He didn't know the brownrider well but he had heard stories of his nasty nature and the nature of his dragon. Neither was someone D'sen wanted anything to do with. "If he bothers you again let me know," D'sen told him with a little squeeze to punctuate the demand. Not that he had any idea what he would do to V'lis but the offer would stand.
"Oh... Um no," he shook his head and it was this time for him to be a little embarrassed, "Viskuth's never really been interested in chasing and this is the first time he's won. Do you think people get punched a lot during flights?" He knew they could be violent but D'sen always assumed it was because riders were rough with their partners during a flight. He remembered the bruises his mother would have after a flight his father lost. It had always made him frown when he was younger but maybe there was a reason.
