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Post by Taylor on Jul 10, 2012 16:16:41 GMT -4
R'sren gave the garnet a highly unimpressed look at his little hiss. "Yeah yeah, settle down, flit." Silly thing. R'sren couldn't understand how a firelizard thought it was scary when...well, when R'sren had a dragon bonded to him. Moryth could eat Banner in one bite and while that wasn't something he seemed eager to do, R'sren was higher on the ebony's priority list than Banner. Thus, R'sren figured it was basically impossible for Banner to be a real danger to him.
R'sren eyed the clearly distressed candidate, wondering what the big deal was. Even without the whole fighting, getting blood pumping stuff, erections weren't exactly strange. Shards, he'd probably get turned on, too, if a highly attractive man took off his shirt and started running his hands over R'sren's body. Moryth snorted softly at R'sren's high opinion of himself, but (of course) he didn't comment.
R'sren's eyebrows rose a little at the younger man's declaration that he wasn't gay. "Well congratulations. Neither am I." He listened to the man's long ramble about men, women, and his father. Ah, so it was daddy issues? "Well did dear old dad ever try it? It really ain't disgusting a bit. Quite pleasant, in fact. Maybe you should introduce us and I'll see if I can change his mind for ya, 'kay?" Of course, joking about boning Kyprioth's dad might not be the best way of going about this, and he tried to be a bit more serious. "Look-" Huh, he didn't know his name, R'sren realized. "What is your name, anyway? If I'm to be ravishing you or vice versa, as you clearly think is inevitable, I oughta know your name, don't you think?"
Oh wait that wasn't the point. Right. Pep talk. "Anyway! Liking men isn't disgusting. Liking women isn't disgusting. Liking neither, both, or something else isn't disgusting. It's...it's just sex. It's a thing that happens between two, three, or however many people. Or dragons. Or herdbeasts or runners or...I dunno. Beetles. If two beetles doin' it in a pile of runner poo isn't disgusting, I don't see how two people doing it in a bed with nice kisses and touching - no matter what they look like - could be bad." R'sren had grown up watching horses mount each other - sex was entirely normal to him, so by the time he was old enough to have a sexual orientation, he was over the mystique.
He looked uncertain. "Bet talking about horse cock doesn't help, huh? If you promise not to knife me, we can head back to my weyr and I'll see if any of my shirts fit you and we'll get a drink. 'kay?" He held a hand out, ready to help the man up if he was okay with the idea.
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Post by damien on Jul 10, 2012 21:18:10 GMT -4
“Me Da would kill yer, are yer insane?! Blimey! And 'ow are yer not gay yer were 'ittin' on me and touchin' me and...stuff. I swear this entire weyr is filled wiv perverts, right, if it's not the weyrlord its the riders themselves! Struth!” Kyprioth shook his head awkwardly tugging a leg up against himself to cover his erection. Mentally he curses his body going over a litany of anatomically impossible threats that he would do to it if he doesn’t calm down soon enough. Sadly all he manages to do is enrage his rib even more but he keeps his face as stern as possible so the pain doesn’t show. The rider seems the type to mock someone in pain, and clearly he thought that broken ribs meant nothing at all. He doesn’t want to seem childish.
Realizing he had not given his name his stern look softened into a somewhat bemused, if not sick, smile. He wasn’t feeling to well.
“"Me name is Kyprioth. And don't go makin' fun of it....please. Named after me uncles dragon 'e were there wen me Muvver might 'ave lost me as a baby.” He’s not quite sure what else to say, the rider’so n a little tirade about horse cock and beetles having sex. It’s enough to make him feel more than a bit ill. Oh he knows what…nature is about. He’s had his fair share of women (Ignoring the fact that he’s never truly gotten himself finished with a woman, what with his fear of them and all) and being a farmers get he knew what mating was. He had watched runners for the pure erotic curiosity of it all-after all. He’s never wanted to admit his father could be wrong though it just seemed…well wrong. He was his da’ after all!
Did he want to go to his room? He was looking a bit misty eyed, glazed over as he tries to figure out everything the ebony rider had been saying. He manages to open his mouth for a second stops and makes a little noise before he clears his throat. It’s not much but at least he’s functioning to an extent. Slowly he accepts the hand eying him to make sure this wasn’t some trick to get him on his ass or molest him or something.
“"I don't fink I caught yor name, right, or yor dragon's. Funny that, we spent wot 'alf a candlemark kickin' each uvvers asses and scarin' the bloomin' life out of me and a few inches at that and we didn't even bovver ter give names, init?Wot sort of proper gentleman's dual were that?" Some of his humor was back even though he stands awkwardly, both because his rib is hurting quite a bit and because he can’t quite cover himself up without looking like a complete fool. He manages to shift his tunic shreds to hold them over his crotch giving the rider a warning look. Don’t go and say anything the look said. He might very well just punch him out again.
“Woss it like...bein' bonded ter a dragon I mean.” He asks seemingly out of the blue.
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Post by Taylor on Jul 11, 2012 12:55:05 GMT -4
R'sren rolled his eyes at Kyprioth's words. "Anyone who's ever told you gay and straight are the only options was lying. Anyway, I could be straight and bored, ever think of that? Or straight and I like the way you squirm." He left the pervert thing alone. There was nothing perverted about liking the idea of bedding Kyprioth, but he doubted he could easily convince the man of that so...what was the point?
Was that the first please Kyprioth had said? It killed any teasing remarks R'sren might have made. Still, the words that followed earned an incredulous look from the dragonrider. "What, and he cut you out of her stomach?" Naming someone for who was simply present during an important event seemed...odd. But to each their own, he guessed.
R'sren could see that Kyprioth wasn't utterly delighted by his little speech. He tried to hide his disappointment. Okay so maybe it wasn't the sort of thing you'd have harpers record and pass down through the ages but...but he'd been kind of proud of it. Maybe that was why he wasn't a harper. (Moryth snorted in amusement, so he supposed the dragon agreed.) "Alright, you didn't like my beetle sex argument. How about this: it feels great, no matter who you're with. If you weren't meant to do it, there wouldn't be such a convenient way to do it. It's all sorta in the same spot, so you don't get lost." And...if that wasn't a convincing argument, Kyprioth was a lost cause. Short of shoving his hand down the man's loose, inviting pants, R'sren was out of ideas.
R'sren helped Kyprioth up and then strode towards his dragon. The man's words stopped him, though, and he looked back. He laughed. "Hardly a gentleman's duel at all; you're right. My apologies." He gave a flourish of his hand, bowing deeply at the waist. Folded at a ninety degree angle, he looked up, a rakish grin on his lips. "My name is R'sren of ebony Moryth, good sir. At your service." He straightened, raising an eyebrow and waiting expectantly.
He noticed the other man tugging at his shirt and wrinkled his nose. "Sorry about that." Without another word, he stripped off his own shirt and tossed it to Kyprioth. "Here. It's pretty clean - I've only been wearing it a few candlemarks and I didn't slaughter any small children or engage in a fifteen man orgy in it."
He turned back to Moryth, stepping on the dragon's foreleg and vaulting up onto his back. He reached down a hand to help Kyprioth up in front of him once he'd fastened himself into his riding straps. He gave a wry grin at the man's question. "It's...well, do you mean the actual formation of the bond, or...day to day post-Impression life? My experience hasn't been entirely typical, mind you. Moryth doesn't exactly...speak much."
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Post by damien on Jul 11, 2012 18:54:59 GMT -4
Wot?! Right! No o'course not, right, yer 'ave a sick imagination. A great one, right, but a sick one. He carried 'er ter the hold, we never lived close ter ffem, init?He also 'ad a fin' for me muvver, she figured it were the only way ter make 'im feel 'appy.” He see’s nothing wrong with being named after a dragon, especially a dragon that had feelings for his mother. Really to him they were beings just the same as he was, just in different more awkward forms and his mother had been a right ol’ beautiful and kind lady. She had never said a bad thing about Kyprioth was always there feed him choice tid bits and oil him when he asked. Perhaps that was why the dragon had a thing for her.
He decides its’ best not to make a comment about his continual sex talk and instead smiles faintly at the foppish bow. He knew this rather rude, vulgar rider had some good sides to him. He tucked his head downward in the best bow he could manage with a broken rib.
“"A pleasure R'sren and Moryth right, even if yer did break me rib in the meetin. Banner likes yer Moryth. He says yer mentioned sharin' a kill wiv 'im. No uvver dragon would do that. Yer 'ave a stalker I'm afraid.” His lopsided smile was rather becoming as he motions to the garnet who edging around the rider was careful to hop skip and flap back to the ebony’s head. He likes it here, the feelings he’s emitting all but shout. The dragon is quiet which is good because talking was a sure fire way to make Banner want to tear you to shreds. He smelt nice even.
Kyprioth accepted the shirt with a wary glance and a mutter about ‘I’m sure you didn’t’ or something along those lines. Tugging himself into it he limps over to the riders side accepting the hand up to awkwardly, and with great pain, crawl up in front of him. At least he knows that much from rides with J’dol and his uncle. You can’t sit behind the rider, the wings would bump you on the head and you’d likely fall to your doom. It sounds fun but it’s not something he’s about to try any time soon.
“Eh, "I more mean the bloomin' bond after, and I caught on 'e don't talk much. Banner 'ates chatty dragons. I can't right cop much of a feel off of 'im, obviously bein' a firelizard and all but 'e reckons yor bonded is a proper dragon not like them chatter boxes." He’s not quite sure what else to say. He’s sitting awkwardly, stiff because shardit- it hurts to sit at all and he’s beside a man who’s openly chatted to him about animal and beetle sex and right holes and all that. He’s trying his best not to touch him, but that’s impossible and all he can do is press up against his front and hope R’sren doesn’t jam a hand down his pants because he already hurts bad enough as it is.
He stays quiet, a confused look on his face as he pats the ebony’s neck in a kind gesture waiting for him to take to the air. He’s uncomfortable in the others shirt he’s uncomfortable with a half hard on and he’s just all around uncomfortable. Maybe he’d feel better if he rode on the tail, that actually sounds rather fun and he turns around to catch a glimpse of the ebony’s tail, pondering for a moment. He wondered…would he let him?
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Post by Taylor on Jul 15, 2012 0:03:07 GMT -4
It took a bit of getting used to the way this man spoke, R'sren thought. Kyprioth's first "right" had R'sren looking a tad surprised - he'd not really believed a dragon had performed a c-section and the patient had lived, but if Kyprioth was saying he was right... Oh wait no now suddenly he was wrong. The ebony rider's brows came together in confusion. Shardit, this was an odd one. On second though, everything he'd just said was baffling, and not just because of the accent. "Wait...what? He liked your mother and she figured she'd go ahead and not die in childbirth to make him happy...?" Shardit, this was a strange family. He shook his head, feeling he understood Kyprioth much better, suddenly. If you came from a family where people stayed alive as a favor to midwifing dragons, you were bound to be a bit odd, yourself.
R'sren snorted softly at Kyprioth's "even if you did break my rib in the meeting." "Details, details. Anyway, just wanna make sure you remember me, babe." The bit about sharing a kill had R'sren looking over at Moryth in surprise, eyebrows raising. Talking to people behind my back, are you?[/i] Moryth gave a tiny shake of his head and R'sren felt a bit better. It was silly, of course, but he liked that he was the one who got most of Moryth's words. If the dragon was handing them out like sweet buns to this firelizard...well, they would have Words.
R'sren wrapped his arms around Kyprioth's waist the moment the younger man was up on Moryth. He was careful to keep his arms low, mindful of which rib, exactly, was broken. "Oh right, afterwards. Well it's...honestly, it's exhausting, at first. All that glam and glitter about how great it is to be a dragonrider and then really you spend the first three or four months of it too exhausted to even remember your name, let alone that you're supposed to be enjoying all of this." Fine advertisement for the job, eh? "It gets better though, really. You have a best friend who will never betray you or leave you, who knows you as well as you know yourself, who just...really gets you. And okay yeah, sometimes that best friend is a ridiculous creature who says one word a week, but they're still yours." Moryth snorted softly, but it was a somewhat affectionate amusement. Without a word to Kyprioth or R'sren, though the latter could feel the dragon's slight tense, the black launched himself into the air, wings beating hard.
R'sren considered for a moment, then gave Moryth an instruction. He got out a quick "it'll be faster if we go between" and then everything was gone. They hovered in that bone-chilling nothingness for a few seconds and then emerged just over R'sren's weyr. Moryth quickly dropped to land on his ledge. Once they were back on solid ground, R'sren removed his arms from around Kyp's waist. "Home sweet home!"
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Post by damien on Jul 15, 2012 23:48:11 GMT -4
Kyprioth hissed, drawing in air between clenched teeth as he tries not to flip out. The touch makes him stiffen, and in return the broken rib reminds him that it’s…well broken. He whimpers a bit trying his best to soften up, muttering something about not knowing you used your damn ribs for sitting or something. He doesn’t exactly lean into the rider’s hands but he does rest a bit against him, finding a semi comfortable position awkwardly leaning backward and awkwardly trying not to let his backside touch the saddle.
He opens his mouth to make some comment about dragon bonds-when all he has is a second of warning before they go between. Once again he finds himself stuck in nothing. He can’t feel anything, he can’t hear anything, he can’t smell a thing. All he knows is he’s cold and closed in and he feels yet again like he’s dying. A strangled noise escapes him and it’s only because the dragon had already landed that he doesn’t kill himself.
In a controlled fall he manages to land on his feet, bending his knee’s so he doesn’t break anything-though the yelps as his rib protests the process. Pale, sweating and looking like he’s about to topple off the ledge and die, because really he’d rather just deal with that then the feeling he has, he falls against Moryth with a faint little noise.
“Could ha’ warned me!” He manages to mumble out giving the rider a wide eyed painful look as he tries to gasp for air. Banner pops in a second later curling his tail back to lash it across R’sren’s cheek like a whip. He’s calling him rude names in firelizard before he hiccups and turns to curl around Kyprioth’s head half covering his mouth. Unable to breathe properly at all, the garnet just trying to help and not understanding, the man squirms and falls to the ground trying to yank the strangling mass off of him.
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Post by Taylor on Jul 16, 2012 16:07:19 GMT -4
Hmm, seemed the candidate didn't like between. R'sren was used to it from people, of course, on their first trip between. But Kyprioth had to have been between before, to get to the weyr. He figured the man would have been fine with it. Apparently not. He could feel the tension in him as they moved to land, the man feeling more like a chunk of rock than a living, breathing human being.
He wasn't surprised when Kyprioth slid off the second they hit the ledge, and he unwrapped his arms from around him to make it easier. No sense in fighting the terrified young man. He took his time unstrapping himself from Moryth's back, figuring the candidate would want a second or two to get over his little bout of anxiety. He did give a little laugh at Kyp's words. "I did! The warning was when I pulled you up onto my dragon's back. Come on, surely it doesn't shock you? That's...that's what dragons d- OW!" He did not appreciate the firelizard whipping him across the face with his tail.
He slid off his dragon, about to give Kyprioth a lecture about maintaining control of your pet. He stopped, though, seeing how upset Kyprioh truly was. Hmm. The same impulsivity which had pushed R'sren to leave his weyr looking for a fight drove him now. He dropped to his knees beside the man, reached out to shove the garnet aside, and leaned in, pressing his mouth against Kyprioth's, the hand not shoving Banner away going to thread through the candidate's hair, tugging enough to keep the candidate still and aware of him, but not enough to hurt. Nibbling lightly at Kyprioth's lower lip, R'sren figured that the fury which would likely follow this kiss would be much more tolerable for Kyp than the panic currently engulfing him. That and, honestly, he'd felt like kissing him since he had the candidate on his back in the forest, with R'sren straddling his hips.
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Post by damien on Jul 20, 2012 1:31:38 GMT -4
Kyprioth’s far too gone to even notice that R’sren is even close to him at this point. Claws were digging into his skin, tearing at the fabric of his shirt and all around making it extremely hard to even fight for air. Suddenly though the firelizard is ripped away, with him going a good chunk of his skin, the blood starting to flow freely down his neck from the scratch marks, as he’s left for a moment with sweet sweet air.
The moment only lasts just that, a moment. Lips are around his and he forgets how to breathe. He forgets he can breathe through his mouth, forgets that this is wrong, so many levels of wrong. For a moment he’s actually enjoying the light headedness that’s flowing through him, the rush that tingles up his spine and to his fingers. He leans into those nibbles-then realizes when his hand reaches up to grasp R’sren’s shirt what he’s done.
Kyprioth breaks away with a mumbled swear and a gasp for air. He’s bright red, eyes are wide and he looks like he’s about to pass out from the sheer shock. The point though, the point he doesn’t realize-he’s breathing now. He’s not thinking about the tight space of between, of being alone. He’s thinking of that kiss, of enjoying it, of the touch and how warm R’sren was. How very very warm.
“Yer kissed me!” He balked, not quite sure why he would say something so shardin obvious and instead managed to lift a hand to prod the rider in the chest. He opens his mouth to say something before he stops, frowns, stares and shakes his head.
“Yer ta’ smart fer yer own good.” He grumbled out. He can’t move though, he’s shaking as he stares anywhere but the others face. He can’t believe he liked that kiss, more then that he had responded as if, as if he wanted more! He shuddered to think what R’sren would do to him now. After all you didn’t lean into a kiss and all but moan if you didn’t want something else like it.
Would another kiss be that bad though? Frowning he lifted a hand to touch his bleeding neck, wincing in pain. “ I don't know if I should be mad at yer for them or mad at Banner”
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Post by Taylor on Jul 26, 2012 12:54:27 GMT -4
R'sren had expected to be slapped away, perhaps shoved back enough to be punched again. Or perhaps bitten - Kyprioth's mouth was so close to him, after all. It would be easy to take R'sren's lip between his teeth and bite down hard, or perhaps to shift to his neck or shoulder and bite there. R'sren expected pain and violence, and so he was shocked when Kyprioth leaned into him, hand going to his bare chest, fingers flexing against his skin. This was much better than a slap, and much more pleasant.
But of course it didn't last. Kyprioth didn't look furious, just startled and mortified. Interesting. R'sren had the sudden urge to seduce this boy properly, try to get him interested and then show him how fun things could be when he was trying and Kyp wasn't panicking. Because clearly, clearly, Kyprioth just needed to get laid. A slow smile spread across his face at Kyprioth's first words. "That I did. Glad you noticed."
To his surprise, Kyprioth seemed to understand the point of R'sren's kiss. Huh. Well that was better than the fury he'd been going for, and much, much better than the paralyzing terror which had gripped the candidate moments earlier. Surely that meant he wouldn't mind another kiss? "Who says I'm smart? Maybe I just wanted to kiss you. You have very appealing lips, sweetheart."
He did wince as he saw the blood on Kyprioth's neck. "Well I'll apologize either way, though I personally think it was that flit of yours' fault." His hand was still in Kyprioth's hair and he loosened his hold, hand sliding down to cup the back of Kyprioth's head, holding him still as he leaned in towards Kyprioth. "Should I kiss you better?" He murmured the words in front of Kyprioth's mouth, so close that their lips brushed with each word, but not really pressed against him, yet. He'd let Kyprioth decide whether or not to lean forward that half-centimeter needed to turn this into an actual kiss.
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Post by damien on Jul 28, 2012 19:55:46 GMT -4
“Yea, well don't cop any ideas! I don't want anuvver kiss, nor do I need one.” He sniffed dramatically but realized as he began to rub at his throat that the rider had been in the right-to an extent at least. He would not come out and admit it though, even under torture. The kiss did have the desired effect of breaking him out of his attack, though now as he sat there rubbing his neck he began to realize just how badly he had screwed up. He was at some weyr of some rider he barely knew, a rider who had tried to kiss him and kept saying he’d do it again(and worse!) and he had no way of leaving. Not unless the door was unlocked, and plus the rider had a dragon he could catch up to him!
Fingers prodding the wound on his neck he was far too distracted to notice that the other moves closer till it was too late. Kyprioth found himself a hairs width away from being kissed, his lips brushed with every word and the warm air from R’sren washing over him. He stilled staring at the man so close to him till he can’t handle it anymore and closed his eyes, not quite sure what to do he remained where he was for a moment in time before he did something he would regret, and deny later.
Kyprioth moved forward to press their lips together in a nervous, shy kiss. He told himself it was to distract his mind from his bleeding neck and the fact that he was still scared and having trouble breathing. He told himself he didn’t like it as he deepened the kiss after a few seconds, tasting the rider on his lips and daring even to nibble his bottom lip before senses dropped on him like a brick and he pulled hastily away.
“Uh…” Bright red, unsure what to say he scrambled to his feet peering helplessly around him. He looks close to tears as he shifts from foot to foot trying to use his sleeve to stop the bleeding from the bite wound on his neck. It wasn’t deep but the beast had managed to nick a vein and he was feeling terribly light headed.
“I didn’…” He wanted to deny having kissed him, having liked it but all he could do was stare at him with a hurt, lost little look. Kyprioth was torn between just running for it, bursting out into tears and doing it again-though he blamed the last on the sudden insanity that was taking him over. There was no point in declaring he was not gay so he didn’t while part of him curled up in a ball and cried In confusion because he had liked it, he wanted more and he still liked a certain topaz rider as well. How could he like two people at the same time?
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