10.Mar.18, 09:07 PM
F’drel was surprisingly hard to peg down. He’d left openings with the light teasing but they weren’t taken. The greenrider was either very timid or just dense. He supposed he could just knock their cups aside and pin F’drel to the bed and show the man what he was interested in but D’hys decided that could wait until their next meeting. He’d leave the greenrider wanting more and questioning what he could have and what he might get the next time they met.
He tossed back the last of his water and glanced at F’drel. “Despite saying I didn’t need to rush, I suppose I should. I was on a task for the Weyrleader and I have a letter to deliver to him now as well, don’t I?” he smiled as he slipped out of bed, heading back to where he found the cup to return it, then moved on to the task of finding all of his clothing. The hunt for the right clothing was always a downside to Flights. When he was home and had a bit more time to prepare, D’hys sometimes removed layers or at least a favourite shirt before giving in and finding his prize. No sense in losing or ruining clothes if it could be avoided.
He chuckled lowly as he held up his pants to show the broken ties. “Seems one of us was a bit eager,” then he shrugged, knowing from experience that there was enough left of the ties to make it work and keep his pants on. Slowly he found everything that was his and set to dressing, not making a show of it but not pretending he was modest either.
Once dressed, he stood near F’drel and ran a finger down the side of the man’s neck. “Sorry about the mark,” it was practically D’hys’ calling card and he knew exactly where to look for it. With or without Flight lust, he preferred taking his lovers from behind as it didn’t require as much loving touches from the other person and he could avoid getting too intimate with them. He almost always bit them along the back of the neck and shoulder, claiming them in a way.
“Anyway, the right people will know to let you rest for the day, so take advantage of it,” D’hys sat on the corner of the bed to slip on and lace up his boots. He wouldn’t point out that the ‘right people’ would be past lovers that knew how exhausted and sore F’drel would be after being with him. But like he had said earlier, not much was expected out of the Flight couple for several hours, knowing how caught up in lust they’d be or dazed and messed up they’d be.
“And the offer stands. Visit me any time you’re in Fort,” D’hys got to his feet and was about to ask about the letter when he saw something sticking out of a pocket from an article of clothing on the floor. Scooping it up, he held it up for F’drel to see to get confirmation it was the right letter and he wasn’t about to give R’nya someone else’s shopping list or love letter.
He tossed back the last of his water and glanced at F’drel. “Despite saying I didn’t need to rush, I suppose I should. I was on a task for the Weyrleader and I have a letter to deliver to him now as well, don’t I?” he smiled as he slipped out of bed, heading back to where he found the cup to return it, then moved on to the task of finding all of his clothing. The hunt for the right clothing was always a downside to Flights. When he was home and had a bit more time to prepare, D’hys sometimes removed layers or at least a favourite shirt before giving in and finding his prize. No sense in losing or ruining clothes if it could be avoided.
He chuckled lowly as he held up his pants to show the broken ties. “Seems one of us was a bit eager,” then he shrugged, knowing from experience that there was enough left of the ties to make it work and keep his pants on. Slowly he found everything that was his and set to dressing, not making a show of it but not pretending he was modest either.
Once dressed, he stood near F’drel and ran a finger down the side of the man’s neck. “Sorry about the mark,” it was practically D’hys’ calling card and he knew exactly where to look for it. With or without Flight lust, he preferred taking his lovers from behind as it didn’t require as much loving touches from the other person and he could avoid getting too intimate with them. He almost always bit them along the back of the neck and shoulder, claiming them in a way.
“Anyway, the right people will know to let you rest for the day, so take advantage of it,” D’hys sat on the corner of the bed to slip on and lace up his boots. He wouldn’t point out that the ‘right people’ would be past lovers that knew how exhausted and sore F’drel would be after being with him. But like he had said earlier, not much was expected out of the Flight couple for several hours, knowing how caught up in lust they’d be or dazed and messed up they’d be.
“And the offer stands. Visit me any time you’re in Fort,” D’hys got to his feet and was about to ask about the letter when he saw something sticking out of a pocket from an article of clothing on the floor. Scooping it up, he held it up for F’drel to see to get confirmation it was the right letter and he wasn’t about to give R’nya someone else’s shopping list or love letter.