10.Feb.21, 04:16 AM
“Of course I didn’t,” B’jin said, clearly amused as he wove his fingers between R’nd’s and followed him placidly over to the blankets. “That’s supposed to be part of making it special.” He grinned, kicking off his shoes and dropping to the middle of the blankets, sitting cross legged for a moment while R’nd settled himself, and then practically climbed into the bluerider’s lap so he could cuddle up against him. He hummed to himself, nuzzling against R’nd’s neck again, dropping soft kisses above the collar of his jacket. “You smell so good,” he purred, stroking one hand down R’nd’s chest. He sighed contentedly.
“Did you have a good day?” B’jin asked, voice soft and attention focused on unhooking the clasps of R’nd’s jacket. It was much too warm in their weyr to keep it on, of course, so he had to help make sure his mate was comfortable. Absolutely no other motivation there at all! B’jin’s lips twitched, but he busied them with kissing his mate’s neck again as he gently pushed the jacket off R’nd’s shoulders once he’d won the battle against the clasps. B’jin’s nibbling lips then travelled up to nip at R’nd’s earlobe, while one hand tugged his shirt free and slipped under it, splayed fingers exploring abs he knew so well. His other hand was splayed on R’nd’s thigh, helping him balance, as he listened to the answer to his question.
While he was interested in what kind of a day his mate had had, he was also invested in making sure it ended on a high. A breathy high that featured his name. The best kind of good day.
“Did you have a good day?” B’jin asked, voice soft and attention focused on unhooking the clasps of R’nd’s jacket. It was much too warm in their weyr to keep it on, of course, so he had to help make sure his mate was comfortable. Absolutely no other motivation there at all! B’jin’s lips twitched, but he busied them with kissing his mate’s neck again as he gently pushed the jacket off R’nd’s shoulders once he’d won the battle against the clasps. B’jin’s nibbling lips then travelled up to nip at R’nd’s earlobe, while one hand tugged his shirt free and slipped under it, splayed fingers exploring abs he knew so well. His other hand was splayed on R’nd’s thigh, helping him balance, as he listened to the answer to his question.
While he was interested in what kind of a day his mate had had, he was also invested in making sure it ended on a high. A breathy high that featured his name. The best kind of good day.