29.Jan.13, 11:41 AM
B’jin’s relief was thick and visible as he relaxed in his seat, smiling suddenly with the elation as his cards proved to be the top of the pile, brown eyes sparkling delightedly. Winning was good. Winning was very, very good! It meant he got to keep his clothing on and that was a very good place for his clothing to be! R’nd stripping, however, was both delightful and distracting, the greenrider’s eyes flickering back to his lover’s bare chest between looking scandalised at the exchanges flying over the table and – unfortunately – not over his head.
They wanted to do what?! B’jin pulled back rapidly as a shirt came flying across the table and hit him in the face, the greenrider not raising his hands fast enough to block it. A disgusted, furious look was given to D’hys, clearly bristling indignantly. “Fuck your souvenirs,” B’jin spat, flicking the shirt dismissively onto the floor and not looking at it as he snatched up the new cards. Despite the dark tone and heavy words, it was quite clear B’jin was miles out of his comfort zone, the greenrider puffing up defensively.
“And fuck your fantasies.” B’jin snarled, throwing a disgusted look at D’hys before tossing his cards on the table irritably. This was not how he had envisioned spending his evening, and B’jin was fairly sure it was not going to get any better. He did not appreciate being made fun of, and he did not like the look crawling over D’hys’ face. The grumpy greenrider didn’t even bother to try and make it look subtle as he moved distinctly closer to R’nd, shifting his seat so his thigh was pressed against his lover’s and hoping the change would help them over look his lack of flicking his socks off, which was the closest they were going to get to clothing removal.
They wanted to do what?! B’jin pulled back rapidly as a shirt came flying across the table and hit him in the face, the greenrider not raising his hands fast enough to block it. A disgusted, furious look was given to D’hys, clearly bristling indignantly. “Fuck your souvenirs,” B’jin spat, flicking the shirt dismissively onto the floor and not looking at it as he snatched up the new cards. Despite the dark tone and heavy words, it was quite clear B’jin was miles out of his comfort zone, the greenrider puffing up defensively.
“And fuck your fantasies.” B’jin snarled, throwing a disgusted look at D’hys before tossing his cards on the table irritably. This was not how he had envisioned spending his evening, and B’jin was fairly sure it was not going to get any better. He did not appreciate being made fun of, and he did not like the look crawling over D’hys’ face. The grumpy greenrider didn’t even bother to try and make it look subtle as he moved distinctly closer to R’nd, shifting his seat so his thigh was pressed against his lover’s and hoping the change would help them over look his lack of flicking his socks off, which was the closest they were going to get to clothing removal.