14.Sep.12, 01:03 AM
Erisi liked things playing out his way, and so Z'ia was correct in the thought process that Erisi was fond of baiting and then slipping away. Then again, it meant that the Weyrling was not entirely pleased when Z'ia pulled him into him. He voiced his displeasure in a soft, but rather indignant snort. However, he decided against putting in the effort of resisting the man's advances. He did want him, after all, and he supposed he could put up with these little mistakes for the sake of an excellent end result. Erisi's feathers were a little ruffled, but sometimes that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
His hands rose, clutching the front of Z'ia's shirt in an act of trying to seize some of his precious control back. But, he let Z'ia push him back towards what was obviously a storage room that had far more convenience as a private corner than an actual place to keep food. Erisi needed a release, and he was sure that if he didn't want to find it in Z'ia he'd get himself out of the situation. He was not so weak-willed that he let himself get pushed around. Never mind that Z'ia was essentially doing just that - Erisi was content in believing that he was letting Z'ia do so.
The Green Weyrling's mood switched back towards a more agreeable zone, a hand lowering to slip up underneath Z'ia's shirt while the other opened the door to the storage room he had been steered towards. Erisi wanted to give in, and for fuck's sake (literally), he was going to do just that. It was a small change, not having to lean upwards for a kiss, but when he kissed Z'ia it was a pleasant change regardless. This was going to be a good night, he decided.
His hands rose, clutching the front of Z'ia's shirt in an act of trying to seize some of his precious control back. But, he let Z'ia push him back towards what was obviously a storage room that had far more convenience as a private corner than an actual place to keep food. Erisi needed a release, and he was sure that if he didn't want to find it in Z'ia he'd get himself out of the situation. He was not so weak-willed that he let himself get pushed around. Never mind that Z'ia was essentially doing just that - Erisi was content in believing that he was letting Z'ia do so.
The Green Weyrling's mood switched back towards a more agreeable zone, a hand lowering to slip up underneath Z'ia's shirt while the other opened the door to the storage room he had been steered towards. Erisi wanted to give in, and for fuck's sake (literally), he was going to do just that. It was a small change, not having to lean upwards for a kiss, but when he kissed Z'ia it was a pleasant change regardless. This was going to be a good night, he decided.