18.Jul.19, 01:26 PM
B’jin was having fun; he wasn’t quite as drunk as he was playing at being, brown eyes still bright and lucid though often hidden under lowered lids as he played at being drunk, and of course, delicately shy. It wasn’t the same as the relationship he’d adored with R’nd — and he was going out of his way to not think about the bluerider he still loved so dearly, but who so obviously did not love him any more… had he even loved him at all? — and instead focused on ruining D’hys’ games with drunken giggles and wide eyes.
He had missed this!
There was something charming to being owned, even though B’jin knew D’hys wouldn’t keep him around forever (he was as surprised as D’hys each morning he continued to awaken in the blueriders’ bed) but he was going to thoroughly enjoy every moment until he was — once more — kicked to the curb by a rider who didn’t want him around. Who would prefer to spend his time with someone younger, and more beautiful. B’jin’s mood plummeted as he got sidetracked by such sour thoughts. Like he could read his mind or something, D’hys quickly sent B’jin’s heart rate skyrocketing and blood rushing to all the happy places.
B’jin trembled visibly at D’hys’ warm breath caressing his ear, and B’jin leaned into the bluerider, swallowing a moan as the prior nights were brought to the forefront of his mind, vivid as the literal event had been. The light touch over his bruises had B’jin shifting wontanly in D’hys’ lap, grinding down on the bluerider and uncharacteristically uncaring about the onlookers. He outright moaned when D’hys teased his nipples; he was hard and aching under the table, pupils blown with lust as he sat trembling on D’hys’ lap, oozing lust.
He managed not to give away the hands D’hys had for a whole round. Not because he was trying to be a good greenrider, but because he was so focused on the delightful sensations cascading through his body. Once he was able to focus on something other than his aching need, B’jin quickly fell back into the previous game of playfully (and drunkenly) spoiling D’hys’ hands, partly by the expression on his face, and partly by whispering dramatically in D’hys’ ear about how good a particular card was, right?
He had missed this!
There was something charming to being owned, even though B’jin knew D’hys wouldn’t keep him around forever (he was as surprised as D’hys each morning he continued to awaken in the blueriders’ bed) but he was going to thoroughly enjoy every moment until he was — once more — kicked to the curb by a rider who didn’t want him around. Who would prefer to spend his time with someone younger, and more beautiful. B’jin’s mood plummeted as he got sidetracked by such sour thoughts. Like he could read his mind or something, D’hys quickly sent B’jin’s heart rate skyrocketing and blood rushing to all the happy places.
B’jin trembled visibly at D’hys’ warm breath caressing his ear, and B’jin leaned into the bluerider, swallowing a moan as the prior nights were brought to the forefront of his mind, vivid as the literal event had been. The light touch over his bruises had B’jin shifting wontanly in D’hys’ lap, grinding down on the bluerider and uncharacteristically uncaring about the onlookers. He outright moaned when D’hys teased his nipples; he was hard and aching under the table, pupils blown with lust as he sat trembling on D’hys’ lap, oozing lust.
He managed not to give away the hands D’hys had for a whole round. Not because he was trying to be a good greenrider, but because he was so focused on the delightful sensations cascading through his body. Once he was able to focus on something other than his aching need, B’jin quickly fell back into the previous game of playfully (and drunkenly) spoiling D’hys’ hands, partly by the expression on his face, and partly by whispering dramatically in D’hys’ ear about how good a particular card was, right?