Post by glamourie on Jan 1, 2010 20:48:38 GMT -5
Uh oh. That did not look good. R’wign crinkled his nose at M’ta, but he only had a second to react before the shirt was wound around his neck and he was forced to lean down slightly. His eyebrows raised before his eye narrowed indulgently. R’wign casually tilted his head away to allow M’ta better access to his jaw, and he shivered against the other man’s very comfortable form. Being so close was distracting. R’wign dropped one hand to M’ta’s side and stroked against his bare skin, water be damned. He shivered underneath the contact, cursing silently to himself. And just when he was cooling down. His hand slid down further, resting against M’ta’s waist, before his eye narrowed into what could only be described as a wicked smirk. His left hand moved down the other brownrider’s stomach, coming to rest at the waistband of his pants, before R’wign leaned over to nip his jaw firmly. The question took him slightly by surprise… and R’wign let his face drop, seemingly distraught at being ‘caught.’
“It’s true. All I can think about is peeling your pants off and having you,” R’wign whispered against M’ta’s ear, before pulling his weyrmate even more firmly against him. His right hand moved upward before squeezing one of his nipples firmly. No escaping him. His other hand actually slipped into the front of M’ta’s pants, while he leaned down to nip his ear lightly. No escaping at all. “Wicked tease. And right when the cold water was starting to make me relax. I’m starting to think you do want it… right here… right now. I know I do.” He nuzzled M’ta’s neck before half-guiding the other brownrider toward the shallows – and really, M’ta had the option of either following, or getting molested, the whole way. Possibly both. R’wign was certainly not trying to be discreet in his touches. (His ultimate goal was to ferry M’ta back to their weyr and finish what he was starting, but if they didn’t make it that far, it wasn’t him who was shy. Definitely not. He liked eyes on his back as he moved, after all.)
Back toward the edge of the river. Faster, faster. The longer they spent in the water, the more his mind was supplying excuses of how no one would see through the waves, and it was very distracting. He’d given up thinking mostly logically, though. ‘Brat’ was right. He half wanted to throttle M’ta.
Checkoth lifted his wing and covered his face with it to hide the embarrassed tinge swirling through his eyes. His tails twisted about as he considered Behruth’s words, half-peeking out from behind the large brown wing to watch their riders anxiously. What I meant is, he takes a long time to get a move on… but Yours has fixed that. Now he can’t wait to get Yours back to the weyr and Fly him. So silly. Why does he do this in public of all places? Why can’t he wait until they’re alone? Not that he really understood why but none of the other humans did things in public so obviously it wasn’t normal to do things in public. Mine just likes people watching him. He likes to be the center of attention. I don’t understand…
But he was right: R’wign did love to be the center of attention, and when he let his hand move from M’ta’s chest up to his hair, tangling in the dark brown strands, he planted a kiss on his weyrmate that could only be described as highly suggestive and likely would’ve made most Hold women blush. He wasn’t even trying to hide what he had in mind, after all.
“It’s true. All I can think about is peeling your pants off and having you,” R’wign whispered against M’ta’s ear, before pulling his weyrmate even more firmly against him. His right hand moved upward before squeezing one of his nipples firmly. No escaping him. His other hand actually slipped into the front of M’ta’s pants, while he leaned down to nip his ear lightly. No escaping at all. “Wicked tease. And right when the cold water was starting to make me relax. I’m starting to think you do want it… right here… right now. I know I do.” He nuzzled M’ta’s neck before half-guiding the other brownrider toward the shallows – and really, M’ta had the option of either following, or getting molested, the whole way. Possibly both. R’wign was certainly not trying to be discreet in his touches. (His ultimate goal was to ferry M’ta back to their weyr and finish what he was starting, but if they didn’t make it that far, it wasn’t him who was shy. Definitely not. He liked eyes on his back as he moved, after all.)
Back toward the edge of the river. Faster, faster. The longer they spent in the water, the more his mind was supplying excuses of how no one would see through the waves, and it was very distracting. He’d given up thinking mostly logically, though. ‘Brat’ was right. He half wanted to throttle M’ta.
Checkoth lifted his wing and covered his face with it to hide the embarrassed tinge swirling through his eyes. His tails twisted about as he considered Behruth’s words, half-peeking out from behind the large brown wing to watch their riders anxiously. What I meant is, he takes a long time to get a move on… but Yours has fixed that. Now he can’t wait to get Yours back to the weyr and Fly him. So silly. Why does he do this in public of all places? Why can’t he wait until they’re alone? Not that he really understood why but none of the other humans did things in public so obviously it wasn’t normal to do things in public. Mine just likes people watching him. He likes to be the center of attention. I don’t understand…
But he was right: R’wign did love to be the center of attention, and when he let his hand move from M’ta’s chest up to his hair, tangling in the dark brown strands, he planted a kiss on his weyrmate that could only be described as highly suggestive and likely would’ve made most Hold women blush. He wasn’t even trying to hide what he had in mind, after all.
