21.Sep.18, 01:20 AM
Z’ia snorted, the expression of amused at F’drel’s response though internally he was beginning to wonder at the intelligence level of the man he was sprawled with. Add to that that the greenrider was definitely exceptionally boring – his foot in mouth syndrome excused – and Z’ia was wondering how to spice up their current situation. As someone who had a secret hobby of skydiving of his dragon, someone who couldn’t even be bothered to explore the Weyr they were living was… Z’ia was pretty sure F’drel had absolutely no sense of adventure or fun.
What a boring existence!
When the greenrider snuggled down and rested his head on Z’ia’s shoulder, the bluerider rolled his eyes upwards, and resisted the urge to sigh dramatically, mostly because he did not want the boring greenrider to know he was irking him. There were times and places to show such emotions, and Z’ia was still busy analysing the situation. Most greenriders, Z’ia knew, were quick smart to escape the room post-flight; it was pretty obvious when they didn’t want more. Now, Aveleth hadn’t won many maiden flights in his time, mostly because he didn’t like to chase a lot. However, Z’ia had heard a lot of talk; greenriders were a favourite topic of most blueriders, after all.
Therefore, with F’drel not bolting, Z’ia concluded that the little greenie didn’t want to be alone. Maybe he didn’t want to get laid again right then, but he was also not screeching ‘no’ at the top of his lungs, either (though honestly, Z’ia rarely cared about the wants of his partner unless it benefited him to. Which it rarely did.) so Z’ia decided he wanted to rest, and then play more. Z’ia could work with that, as boring as it was, because he was frankly curious about whether or not F’drel was as insanely boring during non-flight sex as he was in general life. He had a feeling he would be, but was quite willing to be surprised!
Smirking to himself at the thought, Z’ia shifted in the nest of blankets, wrapping his arms around F’drel and pulling the greenrider’s back flush against his front, nuzzling against the crook of F’drel’s neck and breathing out softly against his ear, nibbling lazily on the lobe. While his own arousal was obvious, Z’ia gave every indication of being happy to let F’drel snooze, stroking the greenrider’s belly in long, soothing strokes that stopped just above his public line and started high on his chest. His breathing was deep and low, as if he himself were barely awake.
What a boring existence!
When the greenrider snuggled down and rested his head on Z’ia’s shoulder, the bluerider rolled his eyes upwards, and resisted the urge to sigh dramatically, mostly because he did not want the boring greenrider to know he was irking him. There were times and places to show such emotions, and Z’ia was still busy analysing the situation. Most greenriders, Z’ia knew, were quick smart to escape the room post-flight; it was pretty obvious when they didn’t want more. Now, Aveleth hadn’t won many maiden flights in his time, mostly because he didn’t like to chase a lot. However, Z’ia had heard a lot of talk; greenriders were a favourite topic of most blueriders, after all.
Therefore, with F’drel not bolting, Z’ia concluded that the little greenie didn’t want to be alone. Maybe he didn’t want to get laid again right then, but he was also not screeching ‘no’ at the top of his lungs, either (though honestly, Z’ia rarely cared about the wants of his partner unless it benefited him to. Which it rarely did.) so Z’ia decided he wanted to rest, and then play more. Z’ia could work with that, as boring as it was, because he was frankly curious about whether or not F’drel was as insanely boring during non-flight sex as he was in general life. He had a feeling he would be, but was quite willing to be surprised!
Smirking to himself at the thought, Z’ia shifted in the nest of blankets, wrapping his arms around F’drel and pulling the greenrider’s back flush against his front, nuzzling against the crook of F’drel’s neck and breathing out softly against his ear, nibbling lazily on the lobe. While his own arousal was obvious, Z’ia gave every indication of being happy to let F’drel snooze, stroking the greenrider’s belly in long, soothing strokes that stopped just above his public line and started high on his chest. His breathing was deep and low, as if he himself were barely awake.