Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
Posts: 2,861
|
Post by Requiem on Jul 16, 2010 8:20:26 GMT -5
Do I taste good? he asked curiously, considering Checkoth seemed to be very much enjoying washing him with his tongue over and over again. He certainly wasn’t dirty, unless you considered dragon slobber being dirty, in which case he was quite filthy. The smaller male wriggled a little, twisting enough to lap at Checkoth’s snout in return. I think you will have to find yourself a better pillow, if you don‘t want this one to move. His tail flicked against his clutch brother’s side. Ha. Take that. That‘s right, Checkbrother, I can handle you, he agreed, refusing to be baited. Bucking beneath Checkoth, he attempted to roll the other dragon over.
“Tch. I’d ask you what your reasoning was, but I’m sure you have none and will just make something up. Even though you don’t like wearing clothes.” Actually, there were several things he could think of, but R’wign was hardly any more innocent than he was. R’wign. Innocent. Ha. There was something of a defiant edge to the smaller man’s voice, even as his head dipped slightly while R’wign’s tongue found his ear. Eyes half-lidded, a soft hiss escaped between his teeth. His palm kissed the countertop, fingers of the other hand still curled in R’wign’s collar. “Threatening me, healer?” he murmured.
“Manageable. Pliable. “ Turning his head, he nipped at the man’s lip. “But not right now. Weren’t you saying something about being good?” Crouching slightly, he rolled his shoulders to create more space, using that small amount of distance to push his weyrmate’s weight back with his hips. Something could be said for a low center of gravity and leverage - that and feet that couldn’t be moved to brace. R’wign was bigger but not so much larger that he could easily move feet with an M’ta on them. “Food now. Play later.” The collar was tugged lower. “Not so sure I’m the one who needs restraints.” A sharp nip to his ear, before M’ta released him. “Anything else?” A gesture to the chopped cauliflower.
|
|
|
Post by glamourie on Jul 17, 2010 8:34:36 GMT -5
That was true, he didn’t. Although he’d gotten into the habit of always wearing clothes from a very young age and M’ta made it pretty clear he wasn’t comfortable with him roaming around naked most of the time. Such a prude. He was fine with M’ta wandering around naked~ Naked party for everyone! He did have a pretty good reason for wanting to restrain M’ta though – he liked how his weyrmate looked in the restraints, helplessly writhing beneath him. So sue him. It was a damned good reason in his mind. And he was pretty sure that if he told M’ta everything that he wanted to do to him while he was restrained, M’ta would agree with him that it was a fabulous line of reasoning. As it was, though, R’wign was determined to cheat shamelessly and use his ‘secret weapon’ only when every other evil antic failed. Currently it was touching and teasing. He’d work his way up to words. His lover did so have a very active imagination for someone who claimed not to have much of one. R’wign smirked despite himself and nuzzled M’ta’s jaw with his nose, feather-light touches. It spoke volumes without words. Touching, touching~
“Consolable. Touchable. I never threaten you,” R’wign whispered, one hand dipping down to smear in the cream cheese lightly. He lifted it to slide his fingers over M’ta’s lips, baiting him very clearly, his body pressed firmly enough against M’ta’s that he would’ve been hard pressed to escape from the positioning between R’wign and the counter. Yes, he leaned forward on purpose. He couldn’t do much moving, but R’wign was R’wign; he didn’t need to be able to get M’ta off of his feet to drive him crazy. The bite to his ear made him gasp – and maybe it was deliberately louder than needed; M’ta liked those noises, he’d admitted it once before. And R’wign memorized anything he could use against him. He was pure evil in that regard. “Taste this, lover, let me know how my seasoning is.” Yes, he’d deliberately gotten it on his skin to bait M’ta into touching him more. It was a contest to R’wign, and R’wign didn’t like losing. Especially not to M’ta. “You always need restraints. Who says I’m playing? I’m cooking. I need your expert opinion on my flavors. You know me – I am always harder on myself than I need to be. Come now; does it need more seasoning...?” Cream cheese, spices, some veggies and a dash of R’wign’s fingers in the mix? Hm.
There are none better. Silly Ruthmine. You can’t handle me~~ The last part was teasing and emphasized by Checkoth deliberately flapping his wings to create a splash around the two of them. He licked his brown clutchbrother back, eyes whirling personably, and added, You taste like a Behruth. I don’t know if it’s good or not but I like you, so I like how you taste. Mine always licks yours to show affection so I lick you. Is that odd? Hepaticath does it to Ciceroth and Ciceroth does it to the weyrlings. Although, he strongly suspected that the bronze did it solely to make the weyrlings fuss. He was a lot like R’wignHis in that regard, Checkoth was coming to realize. It made him like the bronze a little better.
|
|
Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
Posts: 2,861
|
Post by Requiem on Jul 31, 2010 7:15:24 GMT -5
So much for dislodging the larger dragon, Behruth thought with a touch of wryness that was far more like His than the image the dragon projected. In fact, there were a great many things in which he was more like His than most would guess, and His more like him. Behruth was too choosy a dragon to have made a mistake in that respect. He remembered it well, even as he felt the fragments of the shell around the neck of his mindmate like a ghost on his own hide. Quiet blue. After the first death of his young life, mere moments after his Hatching, he'd chosen first, and could well understand his clutchsister's despair; there was no other for him. Better to follow her example than to choose someone else. Glad that he had found His, however, and that wasn't necessary. Else, who would Checkoth have to use as a pillow? His brown brother was growing cocky in his old age. Another wry thought, the amusement voiced in a low rumble.Perhaps not. Enough lick, ClutchbrotherMine, though I think Happycath and Cissy may well have started it. Funny shinies, he concluded, with definite affection for the two. Behruth had no problem with metallics. Not even Millieth, though he avoided her to keep from angering His.
Avoiding the fingers at his lips with a mixture between a growl and a huff, he braced both palms against the counter in an attempt to force R'wign back, even knowing that at this stage it was pretty pointless. Something about center of gravity in males or some other such thing he hadn't paid a terrible amount of attention to when one of the healers - could well have been R'wign, which showed how little patience he had for endless streams of seemingly trivial facts - had seen fit to lecture about it. Summary: women had an easier time of straightening back up. Not that he thought it would have gone any better for a woman. Heavy weyrmate was heavy. They'd almost been the same weight at some point...and he'd remember he preferred R'wign not being a sickly stick when he wasn't quite so annoyed...but that time was long past.
"Insufferable." He couldn't think of another word presently, but he thought that word was good enough for two. The fingers still hovered near his lips, and he didn't need any special amount of intelligence to know it had very little to do with R'wign wanting him to taste test. Nevertheless, too much fight would only make R'wign escalate, so he lapped at them, sucking the cream off the fingers and cleaning them carefully with his tongue. "Tastes fine," he commented brusquely, shoving back again with the hopes of catching R'wign off-guard. The smaller man didn't wait to test what small amount of freedom he might have gained; he began attempting to wiggle free to one side, where the press of the man behind him wasn't quite so distracting.
|
|