Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Apr 4, 2010 16:28:43 GMT -5
He leveled a none-too-pleased look at R'wign, at the comparison to the noisome, demanding blue. M'ta would acknowledge bratty and stubborn - though they both knew that when it came to stubborness wars, R'wign was usually the one who came out on top - but the whole indulge him and he becomes more demanding thing he didn't appreciate. M'ta didn't think he asked anything unreasonable of R'wign. In fact, he was pretty indulgent, he thought, but whatever. They were getting joined, weren't they? He was going shopping - much as he didn't really like it much and it always gave him a prickly sensation in his fingers, wondering how much he could get away with then having to force himself to think like a dragonrider and not a little urchin. Exhaling, he nodded at the silent questioning from the stallkeeper regarding packaging. Not important enough to get ruffled about. He let the annoyance escape with the breath.
Oysters were aphrodisiacs, were they? His eyebrow arched, faint amusement on his lips. He wasn't really sure he believed in aphrodisiacs...just like turn-on's, shouldn't they vary depending on the person? He thought they should, anyway, though he didn't mind R'wign using it as an excuse to be suggestive. At all. His eyes narrowed at the comment, a soft snort escaping him. "You act like that's a bad thing," he murmured, trailing his fingers lightly up R'wign's flank, before reaching back to squeeze his ass firmly, a smirk on his lips. "I think oysters for me would be a waste of marks," he concluded. Wasn't really fond of them, either. Hrm.
Rolling his eyes at R'wign's retreating back, he grumbled, "Yeah, leave me to the squawker. Hey, grouchyface, shut it. Don't you know a glare is more effective? You and me are going to have to work on your displeased look," he commented conversationally to the blue, slipping the thin edge of one of his more - artistic - blades between the shells of an oyster, slicing through the ligament to expose the meat and presenting it to Grouch. There, that might quiet him for at least a few moments. He gathered up the rest of the food with a quiet nod, plunking the mead down on the table next to R'wign with enough force to get his hand sprayed. Ha. Continuing as if he hadn't noticed, he sat down next to R'wign, scooching him over firmly with his hips.
He could be a pain if that was what the healer wanted, see? (Not really disproving R'wign's point that way, but M'ta didn't really care.)
Another oyster was worked loose in silence, M'ta holding it up to Grouch and setting the knife down, his hand sliding down to rest on R'wign's thigh with a light squeeze. He glanced sidelong at his weyrmate. "You know, you get bitchy when it's hot," he commented, only half-teasing. M'ta didn't actually care though - obviously. He was very much like R'wign in that he really didn't like touching when actually upset with his weyrmate.
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Post by glamourie on Apr 9, 2010 19:10:55 GMT -5
Tch. If squawking got him food faster, Grouch did not see a reason to stop. (He understood when it was inappropriate and when it wasn’t, though – no one could claim, for instance, that he shrieked and screamed whenever R’wign rolled on top of him, despite the fact that he did not like it at all.) He snapped up the offered oyster and went quiet to eat it, contentedly swinging his tail around M’ta’s neck to hang on – and being careful not to grip him with his claws, just in case. It could definitely be said that Grouch knew how dangerous those little razors he possessed could be if not careful. He didn’t want to hurt His’s mate (and in Grouch’s mind, that was what M’ta was – the mate of His, and therefore an acceptable person to irritate; yes, he was very fond of M’ta).
M’ta’s behavior made R’wign smile – definitely amused – and he picked up the mead before swirling his finger in the cool liquid. Bringing it up to his lips, he took his time swirling his tongue around the tip of his finger, sucking the liquid down pleasantly. Yes, he was being deliberately suggestive. ‘Bitchy’ was he? He didn’t think so. M’ta certainly hadn’t complained as he let his mouth run over his weyrmate from the top to bottom until he was squirming in pleasure. Though, it was true on some levels: he did get grouchy when he was overheated. Not too grumpy though, if the way that he pressed against M’ta was any indication. He laid his head on his weyrmate’s, whispering for only him to hear, voice barely audible amongst the chaos of the Gather. He leaned his leg into the touch, encouraging. He did so love it when M’ta put his hands on him.
“I’m no more ‘bitchy’ than you are, lover.” He swirled his finger in the mead again before licking it up. “I am in an exceptional mood. I have so many things for us to do today, and I will not have you ruining my good spirits by telling me how bitchy I am. Eat quickly?”
The second oyster was once again snapped up by the firelizard, who curled his tail around M’ta’s neck tighter – more lovingly, though. His eyes whirled his amusement and he chirped, rather than scolding. R’wign looked over at him before grabbing M’ta’s face and pulling him into a long, deep kiss. As soon as they were done eating, he could have fun teaching M’ta all about the things he’d missed out on by growing up in that pit of Bitra. He was going to enjoy it, too. Not much gave him more pleasure than teaching M’ta – he was such an apt student. Really.
“Are you going to make me eat too?”
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Apr 19, 2010 1:13:46 GMT -5
Tail around his neck. It was a brief, but very real pang, one that he acknowledged and set aside. A familiar ritual by now. Grouch was pretty much the only firelizard that frequently used him as a perch apart from Sneak, but that didn't mean the others didn't do so as well from time to time. And inevitably something was bound to remind him of Jabari every once in awhile. It was unavoidable.
Catching the movement out of the corner of his eye, M'ta glanced over at R'wign, then blinked, hand tightening on his thigh subconsciously. Now that wasn't very fair. Tch. The head on top of his broke the train of thought and his eyes flicked toward R'wign. Bitchy, what? Finger. He was tempted to steal the finger himself when it popped back out of R'wign's mouth, his hand drifting inward at the thought, when R'wign started speaking again. Bothersome healer, he wanted the finger. Or...no for now just the finger. Not that shy and downright exhibitionist where two different things, and he hadn't - quite - crossed that bridge just yet.
He blinked blankly as R'wign's lips stopped moving. What had he just said? Was it really at all important? No probably not. He certainly didn't care much about it when his face was snagged, half-turning toward the other man until he was almost in his lap he was so close. Even when his weyrmate pulled back, he didn't, resting his shoulder lightly against the side of R'wign's chest. "I...what?" Oh! Right. He picked up the fruit, presenting it to his weyrmate and hoping that would keep the dangerous mouth from distracting him any further. A blind grope and desperate chug at his water lately, he managed to get his mind working in normal circles again. Damn R'wign.
Eating briskly, he paused long enough to feed Grouch the last of his oysters, glancing sidelong at R'wign. His hand hadn't moved from it's position further up his thigh, just barely touching. Did he feel an ounce of remorse for that? No not one. Nor was he about to ask what R'wign had said just a moment ago. Not letting on, not letting on. Only he wasn't sure what to say now. Uh oh. "So umm..." Ummm. Good start. He tried to think of something that wouldn't sound like he was groping or hadn't been paying an ounce of attention, but came up with nil. "It's hot." Oh brilliant M'ta, brilliant.
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Post by glamourie on Apr 24, 2010 17:02:41 GMT -5
Purr. It was hard not to sit and smirk at M’ta as he felt his hand tighten on his thigh – just slightly enough to be noticeable without being obvious. Satisfied, yes, yes. He loved responses so, so much. Especially the little, almost subconscious ones. M’ta was his favorite to bait responses from because half the time, M’ta didn’t even seem to realize that he was responding. Yes, M’ta was perfect in that regard. And many others. (There wasn’t many situations that R’wign preferred anyone over his beloved weyrmate – he was so delicious and his responses more than satisfying, in some ways awakening more hunger inside of him – yes, yes, yes. His M’ta.) His eye narrowed slightly and he smiled at the question – smug. Yeah, he hadn’t heard a word of what he’d said, and passing it off as anything else was adorable. Deliciously adorable. R’wign licked his lips.
The offered fruit made R’wign lean down and take it from M’ta’s hands, not with his own, but with his mouth. He lifted his head and held the piece of fruit between his teeth as his weyrmate offered the oyster over to Grouch (who took it and snapped it up pleasantly, his eyes whirling his delight; he liked seafood even if His did not). R’wign made a show of taking the fruit piece completely into his mouth, resting on the top of his tongue. From there, he scraped his teeth over the top of the fruit, ever-so-gently, using his tongue to move the fruit all without his hands. He didn’t turn to watch M’ta – but he was sure that his weyrmate was watching him. And he took his time sliding his tongue over the fruit, moving it against his teeth ever-so-slightly, until the meat of the fruit came away ‘skinned’ on his teeth. It was an entirely inappropriate way to eat any piece of fruit but the show was all for M’ta – he did so seem to like the display with his finger, after all.
After a moment of ‘playing’ with his food, R’wign chewed it properly and swallowed before licking his lips, obviously in satisfaction. “Yummy.”
The comment about the heat made him smile. Pleased. Yes. He was very much like a feline who got at the cream, and R’wign scooted ever-so-slightly closer to M’ta before laying his head (seemingly innocently) on his weyrmate’s shoulder. “Very. But then, I have too much clothing on,” he said with a hint of pout in his voice. “I’d rather be missing some… or all… of this. And you are entirely over-dressed. Alas. For later. Need to get toys, we do. Are you almost done?” He wasn’t done distracting M’ta, but eh, he could behave himself. Maybe. He tilted his head up and whispered, “Might want to use that hand to eat with, lover. Keeping it there will just hinder your progress.”
Leaning his head away, R’wign looked up and snatched another piece of fruit, popping it into his mouth innocently. “You know,” he said conversationally (as if he hadn’t just gone out of his way to make fruit obscene – typical R’wign), “Checkoth loves this weather. He’s been asking me to go swimming with him for some time. After we shop, we should indulge him and play by the shore. I doubt the Holders would mind terribly and anyway, it’ll help us cool off. What do you think?” It was actually an innocent suggestion – for once. Checkoth did want them to play with him, and R’wign was going out of his way lately to treat Checkoth better. He’d been upset ever since the attack and R’wign had promised – promised – to try and trust him more. That went to more than just emotional trust. Playing with him – spending more time with him – it was a necessity that he owed his brown. And he owed him for a lot more than a couple months, sadly…
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