11.Jun.22, 02:14 PM
It was his turn to laugh when A'mos said that V'lis wasn't nice enough to suck a dick. He had to admit that the greenrider was probably correct in that estimation and the brownrider definitely deserved to have his nose broken and then some from what D'sen understood.
"Yeah some of the stories are pretty bad," he murmured quietly knowing full well his brownrider father had been the cause of a few of them. He chuckled at the story about a goldrider throwing punches during a flight. He never would have imagined a goldrider throwing punches, they were usually a lot more chill during a flight than greens. "They get rough enough," D'sen admitted, "I know they do but it's not something I'd like to have happen when Viskuth chases." Not that he had much experience in Viskuth chasing but he knew he wasn't going to be a violent rider during a chase. It simply wasn't in him.
"Please stop moving," he reiterated when A'mos shifted his weight, the movement closing his eyes and causing a sharp intake of breath between gritted teeth. You should probably tell him your name, the bronze told him with amusement. "I... Wasn't planning on leaving," he told the greenrider roughly. Had he been? He couldn't remember but now that he was a little more comfortable with the man in his arms, D'sen wasn't altogether sure he wanted to move. "What does my being a bronzerider have anything to do with it?" he asked though he knew it had everything to do with it.
"I'm D'sen by the way," he told the greenrider quickly as he tried to focus on everything but the resurgence of need flooding him.
"Yeah some of the stories are pretty bad," he murmured quietly knowing full well his brownrider father had been the cause of a few of them. He chuckled at the story about a goldrider throwing punches during a flight. He never would have imagined a goldrider throwing punches, they were usually a lot more chill during a flight than greens. "They get rough enough," D'sen admitted, "I know they do but it's not something I'd like to have happen when Viskuth chases." Not that he had much experience in Viskuth chasing but he knew he wasn't going to be a violent rider during a chase. It simply wasn't in him.
"Please stop moving," he reiterated when A'mos shifted his weight, the movement closing his eyes and causing a sharp intake of breath between gritted teeth. You should probably tell him your name, the bronze told him with amusement. "I... Wasn't planning on leaving," he told the greenrider roughly. Had he been? He couldn't remember but now that he was a little more comfortable with the man in his arms, D'sen wasn't altogether sure he wanted to move. "What does my being a bronzerider have anything to do with it?" he asked though he knew it had everything to do with it.
"I'm D'sen by the way," he told the greenrider quickly as he tried to focus on everything but the resurgence of need flooding him.