30.Mar.14, 12:42 PM
K’tir knew he wasn’t known for much, especially not for having a personality of any definition but he still knew how to laugh and chuckled at R’nya’s attempts to be dignified and sneer down at him. “Hate to tell ya, bronzerider, but I came to before you and not only did I get to enjoy sex with you with a clearing mind but I got see you enjoy it just as much.” His boot was kicked off as he spoke and K’tir finally got to his feet, giving a tender stretch to a body that had been well-ravished before slipping his pants on.
“No, bronzerider, I couldn’t imagine you getting any kinkier or creative than sex on the floor. Anything else would be far too advanced for you.” One boot and then the other were collected but K’tir didn’t put them on. It’d only be a waste of time since he was headed to his room to grab new clothes before going for a bath. The pants had only been put on as a courtesy to any wandering golden girls that seemed to have some semblance of modesty still.
A step in the same direction R’nya headed was taken before K’tir stopped and quirked his head. Ghaeth was always chipper and excitable but even after enjoying the loss through his rider, his mood hung low for a few hours. It was almost painful to K’tir to hear the normally bouncy dragon sound so glum but he listened all the same since it gave him the answers he was slightly curious in knowing. He had no idea if R’nya knew yet but to be losers together and have even the slightest upper hand by rubbing in who the winner was could sometimes make the sting hurt a little less. Then again, K’tir never really cared to bed a goldrider up to that point, only ever entering and hoping to win for Ghaeth’s sake. Ever since Tyrrisath started winning golds and became Weyrleader, the young brown had wanted to be like him.
“Torath seems to be the better dragon today. Shame, isn’t it? Ameris beside you upon waking? Not a bad way to start the day,” he had no idea about R’nya’s feelings for any of the women he was constantly surrounded by but K’tir did have functional eyes and could admit the girl was pretty. “Oh, but don’t worry; you were a great way to start the day, bronzerider R’nya, sir.” K’tir gave another smirk and lazily sauntered by the man.
“No, bronzerider, I couldn’t imagine you getting any kinkier or creative than sex on the floor. Anything else would be far too advanced for you.” One boot and then the other were collected but K’tir didn’t put them on. It’d only be a waste of time since he was headed to his room to grab new clothes before going for a bath. The pants had only been put on as a courtesy to any wandering golden girls that seemed to have some semblance of modesty still.
A step in the same direction R’nya headed was taken before K’tir stopped and quirked his head. Ghaeth was always chipper and excitable but even after enjoying the loss through his rider, his mood hung low for a few hours. It was almost painful to K’tir to hear the normally bouncy dragon sound so glum but he listened all the same since it gave him the answers he was slightly curious in knowing. He had no idea if R’nya knew yet but to be losers together and have even the slightest upper hand by rubbing in who the winner was could sometimes make the sting hurt a little less. Then again, K’tir never really cared to bed a goldrider up to that point, only ever entering and hoping to win for Ghaeth’s sake. Ever since Tyrrisath started winning golds and became Weyrleader, the young brown had wanted to be like him.
“Torath seems to be the better dragon today. Shame, isn’t it? Ameris beside you upon waking? Not a bad way to start the day,” he had no idea about R’nya’s feelings for any of the women he was constantly surrounded by but K’tir did have functional eyes and could admit the girl was pretty. “Oh, but don’t worry; you were a great way to start the day, bronzerider R’nya, sir.” K’tir gave another smirk and lazily sauntered by the man.