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30.Jul.12, 08:35 AM
"Lies!" B'jin insisted with a giggle, grinning impishly up at R'nd as his own hands played over the other man's thighs, and over his hips, fingers light and touch feathery. He enjoyed the easy relationship he shared with R'nd; relaxed, and casual, the bluerider made it easy to be himself without always over-analysing or worrying that he was meant to react the right way, to say the right thing at the right time. R'nd didn't lay expectations down before him and B'jin found himself becoming attached to the lack of attachment, and the lack of expectations.
"Hmm," B'jin replied, light touch trailing up R'nd's side and he lifted himself onto one elbow, placing a light kiss on the pouting lips and then flopping back onto the floor himself, content to not move at all. His office was a wreck, and it would take more than a little effort to fix it. B'jin did not have the required energy for such a task. R'nd was exhausting without help. A flight with R'nd? B'jin decided he'd be lucky to make it back to his hut and smothered a yawn before snorting softly in amusement. "Indeed," he replied lightly, stroking R'nd's arm gently as the other rider toyed with a lock of his hair.
The greenrider smiled lazily at R'nd, not completely oblivious to the train of the younger rider's thoughts though he opted not to comment upon it. He was, when completely honest with himself, somewhat embarrassed by the outcome. He couldn't really recall R'nd's comment, but apparently it had been something known by Amorandii's mother; she'd picked up on the lengthening locks and mentioned it in teasing; unfortunately doing so around their daughter. Well, once the child had heard B'jin had no hope of getting a haircut. The greenrider hadn't yet decided which was the more embarrassing factor; his soul being owned by a child under ten turns, or letting R'nd and those he associated with believe it was for him. Those closet to B'jin were probably less surprised by the outcome; the greenrider was generally a pleaser and if it pleased R'nd for him to have longer hair well then, why wouldn't he?
B'jin blinked, lips twitching under the soft kisses pressed to nose and lips by R'nd, the greenriders eyebrow arching just slightly at the sentimentality brewing behind the gesture. R'nd was very rarely forceful, but the soft look and the gentle kisses were also very rare and the older rider felt a subtle blush rising up his cheeks at the steady gaze, brown eyes searching grey for a hint at what was going through his lover's mind. It was answered with the murmured words from R'nd's lips, and B'jin's features flashed suddenly crimson and he wriggled a little where he laid, looking caught somewhere between deeply pleased and terribly embarrassed.
He struggled, for a moment, trying to find something to say in return. Failing, visibly, to find any (what kind of a Harper did that make him?) B'jin shoved himself up on his elbow and linked his other arm strongly around the back of R'nd's neck, jerking the younger man down and kissing him deeply. It felt amazing, to be appreciated.
"Hmm," B'jin replied, light touch trailing up R'nd's side and he lifted himself onto one elbow, placing a light kiss on the pouting lips and then flopping back onto the floor himself, content to not move at all. His office was a wreck, and it would take more than a little effort to fix it. B'jin did not have the required energy for such a task. R'nd was exhausting without help. A flight with R'nd? B'jin decided he'd be lucky to make it back to his hut and smothered a yawn before snorting softly in amusement. "Indeed," he replied lightly, stroking R'nd's arm gently as the other rider toyed with a lock of his hair.
The greenrider smiled lazily at R'nd, not completely oblivious to the train of the younger rider's thoughts though he opted not to comment upon it. He was, when completely honest with himself, somewhat embarrassed by the outcome. He couldn't really recall R'nd's comment, but apparently it had been something known by Amorandii's mother; she'd picked up on the lengthening locks and mentioned it in teasing; unfortunately doing so around their daughter. Well, once the child had heard B'jin had no hope of getting a haircut. The greenrider hadn't yet decided which was the more embarrassing factor; his soul being owned by a child under ten turns, or letting R'nd and those he associated with believe it was for him. Those closet to B'jin were probably less surprised by the outcome; the greenrider was generally a pleaser and if it pleased R'nd for him to have longer hair well then, why wouldn't he?
B'jin blinked, lips twitching under the soft kisses pressed to nose and lips by R'nd, the greenriders eyebrow arching just slightly at the sentimentality brewing behind the gesture. R'nd was very rarely forceful, but the soft look and the gentle kisses were also very rare and the older rider felt a subtle blush rising up his cheeks at the steady gaze, brown eyes searching grey for a hint at what was going through his lover's mind. It was answered with the murmured words from R'nd's lips, and B'jin's features flashed suddenly crimson and he wriggled a little where he laid, looking caught somewhere between deeply pleased and terribly embarrassed.
He struggled, for a moment, trying to find something to say in return. Failing, visibly, to find any (what kind of a Harper did that make him?) B'jin shoved himself up on his elbow and linked his other arm strongly around the back of R'nd's neck, jerking the younger man down and kissing him deeply. It felt amazing, to be appreciated.
