04.Jun.22, 05:15 PM
If he had thought he could get out of the bed and out of the weyr without the other man waking, D'sen was sorely mistaken. He stiffened when the greenrider started speaking, voice hoarse and cracking and for a brief and wild moment, D'sen was pleased he'd done that. It was something that was swiftly and brutally shoved back down to be forgotten and hidden the second it was thought. He knew it was stupid of him, he was no holder born boy to think that his dick would only dip into a woman and to get upset by it when it didn't happen that way but his own shameful thoughts didn't allow him to think otherwise.
I don't know why you worry about it so much. You enjoyed yourself and I enjoyed myself and everyone is fine
It was easy for the bronze to say things like that, he was a dragon and would chase whatever flew but D'sen's father had given him weird ideas about what was expected of a bronzerider and an attraction for a man wasn't it. His body on the other hand was having far different ideas. He was still very much going to blame it on Viskuth. "Please stop moving," he damn near begged as the other man groaned before gripping D'sen's arms and turned.
He blinked, maybe a little stupidly, as the other man introduced himself and it took a second before D'sen remembered that A'mos and Fayath had been in R'nar's weyrling class. His attention was taken from the man in his arms to the newly felt soreness in the middle of his face. All thoughts of shame and leaving was replaced with a sharp pain, his hand lifting to touch his nose. He winced as he fingered the swelling there, finding some dried blood and he grimaced.
"It would appear so," he muttered only a little darkly as both Viskuth's amusement and flight memories were sifting into his mind, "Why exactly did you punch me?" He was fairly certain his nose was broken and D'sen had no clue if it was too late to get a healer to straighten it out.
I don't know why you worry about it so much. You enjoyed yourself and I enjoyed myself and everyone is fine
It was easy for the bronze to say things like that, he was a dragon and would chase whatever flew but D'sen's father had given him weird ideas about what was expected of a bronzerider and an attraction for a man wasn't it. His body on the other hand was having far different ideas. He was still very much going to blame it on Viskuth. "Please stop moving," he damn near begged as the other man groaned before gripping D'sen's arms and turned.
He blinked, maybe a little stupidly, as the other man introduced himself and it took a second before D'sen remembered that A'mos and Fayath had been in R'nar's weyrling class. His attention was taken from the man in his arms to the newly felt soreness in the middle of his face. All thoughts of shame and leaving was replaced with a sharp pain, his hand lifting to touch his nose. He winced as he fingered the swelling there, finding some dried blood and he grimaced.
"It would appear so," he muttered only a little darkly as both Viskuth's amusement and flight memories were sifting into his mind, "Why exactly did you punch me?" He was fairly certain his nose was broken and D'sen had no clue if it was too late to get a healer to straighten it out.