Close my eyes-(Zi/open)

[damien]

He had been taken off of the sands by the dragonrider healer, after it was proven that his dragon was alright, he was full and there was nothing happening that would cause ‘great’ harm if either were moved. There had been a moment where K’r had an almost seizure like reaction when he was moved from J’dol but he later calmed and when he was returned from the infirmary to his tent, a place all decided he would be far more comfortable in, he seemed to slip peacefully into sleep.

Pastenutth curled up beside the pale body on the bed roll staring sadly at his bandaged head. His own echoed in pain, he can feel the stab behind his eye and he already knows what the healers and his rider does not. He keeps it to himself though and merely feeds himself when the meat is given to him and goes back to watching his bonded protecting him from everything from a stray breeze to the rough touch of the healer.

It’s three days before he slips from the coma like state he had fallen into, into real sleep. It’s Banner, who has forced Pastenutth to sleep since the dragonet was all but refusing, who snorts awake at the images roaming in his head. Strange. Without thinking he ‘reaches’ out for the mental feeling of the one his handler wanted to mate dance so badly with, thinking how sickeningly sweet his mind tasted. Without so much as a by your leave he rudely shows him the fragmented images of the dream, most of which are J’dol touching K’r in ways that K’r would never, ever admit to. All of it have a heavy taste of deep emotion to it, and a few have tears. Even in his dreams Kyp cries from the touch and admittance it would seem.

Awake thanks to the mental prod from the firelizard, Past’ lifts his striped head to peer down at his rider, confusion whirling in his eyes. Slowly he gets to his feet and slips his head outside of the tent peering around to see if he can spot a familiar topaz hide. Surely the man would come visit now that the healer had judged his was safe enough, right?

[Zirin]

J'dol had been in the dining room, surprisingly alone and minding his own business as he idly nibbled on his meal. The little bronze has not left us, they will be fine. Kayath was glad her ledge was in the right place for her to, more or less, stalk the tent. it certainly made things easier for her to oversee as she went about her duties. J'dol sighed again, ignoring the antics of his two flits as they fought over a meatroll, and had been in the process of taking a drink of water when a consciousness shoved into his mind with pictures that made him spit out some of the water, choking for air.

He was getting funny looks, but he didn't notice, trying to figure out what his mind had just come up with. Although.. the forceful feeling was so much like Banner's had been, was it perhaps the firelizard calling him? Well, it was worth a shot to check it out anyway. What had it meant though? If that was from K'r... did he really scare the weyrling that much? THe thought left him feeling a bit guiltier than he cared to admit. The bronzeling has poked his head out. He does not mean to jump, does he? Worry edged the topaz' voice as she peered down at Pastanutth, her eyes whirling nervously.

J'dol didn't need any more prompting. Scooping the flits up, he tore out of the dining hall and made a beeline for K'r's tent. He tossed the flits back into the air with a quick order to find somewhere to go before coming to a stop outside the tent. He nodded to the bronze.

"Hey Pastanutth, mind if I go in? Is he awake?" he stepped forward, hoping the dragon wouldn't stop him, and without looking back he knew that Kayath was gliding down to wait outside the tent, rumbling a quiet greeting to the hatchling.

[damien]

He’s not a very vocal dragon, at least not physically and when he spots the man he merely nods his head towards him his whirling eyes going towards the topaz as he watches her land. He seems far more interested in her, which should be answer enough to how his rider to be was. He tears his gaze away from the topaz, he’s trying to figure out why his person likes her so much but he’s too young to quite understand, and nods towards J’dol.

Kyp, K’r now, is in fact waking up. Finding the presence of Stripe no longer beside him for a moment his heart beats to quickly and he feels light headed. He sits up to quickly one hand going to his left eye as he blinks owlishly around wondering what was going on. Since the hatching all he can remember is a view snatches of a ceiling, some melody like voice that jokes with him and someone named Ander’s talking to Pastenutth. Beyond that he knows he was comforted, and held but…by who?

His vision is blurry and for some reason he can only see half of what he’s used to, and it’s flat at that. He has to tilt his head to see through the tent flap and when he spots J’dol to his utter shame he bursts into tears. He’s not aware that Banner had sent his dreams to the man but they had left him wanting to be held and told everything would be okay. Waking up alone with the man not touching him hurt. It hurt more than he would ever admit.

Squeaking in worry Stripe wiggles his way back into the tent nuzzling under his rider’s hand and crooning his worry to him. Sniffling, feeling foolish and a bit woozy as well the young man peers owlishly at the rider motioning him to come in.

“Eh up, I've mis-It's nice ter see yer, init?Didn't fink I’d get a kin' 'uh, he's ravver 'andsome for a bloke." Stripe snorts at this but looks lovingly at his person never the less turning his head just enough to peer at J’dol with great interest.

“"How 'ave yer been er...doin'?" Bandaged, pale and unable to see properly, looking like he’s about to throw up where he sits Kyp tries to get the man to come in closer waving his hand at him. He vaguely remembers dreaming of him, which makes him extremely uncomfortable.

[Zirin]

Kayath stepped a tad closer to the tent, wanting to give the hatchling a nuzzle for comfort, though she didn't move too close too quickly so as not to accidentally threaten the dragonet. How is he? Has he woken? She spoke quietly, as if any louder would somehow shatter this possible peace.

J'dol was willing to patiently wait to be let in... at least until he heard the sound of sobbing from within the tent, and without another moment, he pushed his way into the tent in time to see the man wave him over. He looekd terrible! Though that was to be expected after such an injury. Dropping next K'r, he quickly spewing out words at a speed that put Kyp to shame.

"Are you okay? Why are you- Should I call a healer? Are you hungry? Shards, I should have brought something to drink? Grats on your impression and all but shard it all you idiot I've been worried sick!" He finally paused to take a breath, his hand moving to rest on K'r's leg without much thought. J'dol was a physical contact kind of person after all.

He felt almost stupid for having left the man alone at all. It had been his fault Kyp had gotten injured, in a way. If he had never brought him here, he would have been fine... but he wouldn't have impressed so J'dol supposed it could have been worse. He almost, almost wrapped his arms around Kyp, almost, he had been moving closer to do it. The images and feelings Banner had sent him flashed through his mind though, and with a guilty smile J'dol settled back down and simply gave his leg a squeeze instead. He didn't like the idea of being the cause of tears.

"I'm glad you're awake."

[damien]

Stripe figures it’s safe enough now to talk to the topaz, his person is crying yes but his mind is oddly calm so it seems alright. He moves his head just enough to peek out of the tent sniffing the air for a moment before he speaks up quietly to her. He’s doing his best to be polite but he has to keep his attention on his K’rmine or he might just slip back to the darkness again, and that would be bad!

He does not realize it yet, but he can no longer see from one of his eyes…this won’t be troublesome during training will it? And why is yours moving away he is making K’rMine very sad His eyes whirl with flecks of yellow as he watches K’r grab hastily out for J’dol, only to drop his hand just as quickly when he realizes what he was doing.

Something isn’t quite right. He’s no longer feeling like wanting to touch J’dol is something disgusting or wrong, but part of him knows there’s something not quite right with it. He can’t figure out what though and the fact that J’dol visibly moves away from him makes him wince a faint little noise escaping his lips as he does so. Was he doomed to be al-he shakes his head catching sight of the striped tail. No, never alone and plus he knows well enough that J’dol doesn’t like him that way. Still it would be nice to have a friend to just touch him, hug him…anything.

“I didn't mean ter get mauled...yer know. He didn't mean ter hurt me any road, my bruvvers blue. I don't recall 'is name. W...wots wrong, eh, mate? I mean I know I'm 'urt and that's orfully stewpid of me and all that but yer 'ave a look like I did sumfink terrible and I'm bloody well sure if I like that right much. I'm still 'ere yer know, it's just a scar. Surely a scar won't make yer 'ate me, eh,? Or were it the kiss at the hotchin'? That were a joke! Oi!" He babbles that out rather fast his voice still slurred a bit from the pain as he tries to center his vision on J’dol. Why can’t he look at him properly?!

He gives up when he realizes it’s just making him sick and sits there looking forlorn and rather upset. Banner, finally waking himself from his own little day dream opens his eyes to see J’dol-but to his confusion he realizes the humans are not mate dancing or touching or anything silly humans are supposed to be doing! He chortles giving a snap towards J’dol as he sends what is the firelizard equivalent of a rude gesture at the man.

[Zirin]

Kayath cocked her head to the side as Pastenutth spoke to her. He will need to work hard to compensate, but he will be fine. She replied, settling herself comfortably on the ground.Mine knows his touches make KypriothYours uncomfortable. He is worried, he want to hold Yours but does not want to upset him.

J'dol noticed the shift of movement, heard the faint noise, but he wasn't sure if it was in relation to him moving closer, or pulling away. Of course he wanted it to be because he moved away, but that was silly, wasn't it? K'r didn't take kindly to his advances (at least when J'dol gave him a chance to respond) so he must simply be uncomfortable. The sadness Banner had shared with him passed through his mind again.

"I didn't think a quick fellow like you would be run over so easily." J'dol tried to joke back, though it was clear he was worried more than anything. "I was worried you were going to stay out cold forever. Am I not allowed to care?" The twinkle returned to his eyes and he couldn't help but smile as Kyp chose the kiss, of all things, to explain why J'dol apparently hated him. "I'll have you know that was the sexiest blown kiss I've ever received. Who knew you could be such a little tease." He grinned, even go so far as to gently poke the man's stomach.

He jumped as banner assaulted his mind again, giving the garnet a look of utter confusion about what it was he had done to deserve sucha thing. Crazy flit! "Well at least you don't have to put up with me for a while huh, that must be good news at least. A whole Turn free of my touches."

[damien]

Stripe thinks about this for a moment wondering if answering the topaz would be breaching the trust his rider had with him. If she tells no one surely it’s alright? He ‘quietly’ slips himself into her mind making sure by his presence alone she realizes that now is the time for secrets, now for the time of sharing. He’s careful to block his bond with K’r enough that his human can not ‘hear’ what he’s saying to hear. He doubts he can but after the bump on the head who knows what K’r can pick up.

K’rMine, he was very scared of males He still is. But after the bump on his head he now wants to be touched more than before. He does not realize it, I will not tell him. He wants yours to nuzzle him He does his best to explain it but being young and not wanting to ruin his bond at all by telling such super secrets the bronze quiets himself and sticks his head back into the tent to watch the pair.

He’s not quick enough to respond to the first teasing comment but he yelps a bit, squirms and proves that yes he is very very ticklish, as his stomach is poked. At least the move had him giggling for a moment before he settles himself and his face turns equal parts deadly serious and upset. He’s torn between covering his face and blushing, but he also wants to be touched so bad. He’s never realized how much he’s missed it, the act of touching. He always had his brothers there to sling an arm over him, to ruffle his hair or hold him or be held. He always had his sister to go to when he was hurting in ways he could never figure out how to explain.

Now though he finds himself floundering and its obvious by the stricken look on his face.

“Yer mean yer ain't gonna even visit me, isit?Did I...did I do sumfink wrong, then, eh, mate? Were it the pervert comments? I mean yor a pervert but that's not bad! Honest! I were 'appy ter see yer at the bloody hotchin', even if me bruvver were bein' a bit of an ass. Yor leavin' ain't yer, isit?Is it because I bonded ter Stripe, isit?I'm bloody well no more fun ter poke fun at now?” Not quite used to being fully awake, let alone aware enough to babble at such lengths he hiccups and covers his face with his hands hoping J’dol just leaves. He can’t handle the mocking he expects. He should have figured it, the man had teased him so badly and now look at him. A failure of a king rider, wanting to be teased when he knew J’dol had a mate?

Banner lifted his head to give an evil deadly glare towards the man. He didn’t need to mind touch him for what the look said. Fix –this- now.

[Zirin]

Kayath knew, the moment she felt Pastenutth touch her mind, that she wasn't to share the information. Why she wasn't supposed to tell Hers, she didn't know, but she knew her rider was being careful because of the new bond. She contemplated telling J'dol anyways, but she supposed a queen was only as good as her mental word, so she couldn't well go and spill such a secret. She simply rumbled in response and lowered her head to the ground. She may as well rest while she waited.

At the yelp, J'dol thought maybe he had hurt the man, but a quick bout of giggles made it clear Kyp was ticklish, and for a brief moment that smug look of 'I just figured out a secret' crossed his face before he shook his head and tried to be serious. It would do him no good to think of tickling the poor guy, Faranth knew it would probably hurt his head.

"Kyp what are you-" This man certainly had a knack for babbling, and he was speaking so quickly that J'dol had to concentrate to make sure he didn't miss any of it. Understanding that his words had been misunderstood, he took a deep breath, caught the look from banner and just chuckled.

"Now hold the hatching there cutie," J'dol paused and with a light grin, reached out to tickle him, "Not visiting? Not fun to poke at? Now why would you think that. Don't you know how hard I'm trying to not touch you? Look at that, a few words and you've already got me breaking the rules." He stopped his tickling, leaving his hands on K'r's side. "You're trouble you know that. I didn't mean I was leaving, I just meant I can't touch you... thought you'd be happy about that... After that little speech you better not freak out on me." He was serious as he spoke before lowering his head to rest in K'r's lap.

[damien]

He squeaks as he was poked again shifting back a bit to try and get away from the touch before he merely gave up. There was no point in running away when he wouldn’t get very far anyway, and plus he wanted it so what was the point of denying? He sighs listening carefully to each word coming out of J’dols mouth and quite sure this is where he should protest but he doesn’t. K’r stops to carefully rest his hand on J’dols listening to each word he says with rapt attention. He does give him a rather dirty look as he lays his head on his lap though.

“Well, I mean I sort of maybe lied before, then? This don't change the bleedin' fact that yer ain't a pervert, because yer are.” He manages a weak smile as he nervously touches J’dol’s hair. He’s never had anyone sit in his lap like this before and he finds himself relaxing even though his head hurt as bad as it did. Carefully he draws his finger through a few brown locks before he stops realizing what he was doing. He turns a bright red before he stops placing his hand on his own knee since he has no where else to put it. Well, if that wasn’t proof enough. He takes a few moments to calm down and smiles thankfully at Stripe as the bronze shifts inside to make room for himself. The tent’s big yes, but not that big and the striped bronze ends up laying partially on J’dol to get to K’r as well.

“Well, now yer stuck.” He tells him conversationally hoping he won’t point out the hair touching or the rather nice shade of red he’s turned.

“I'm not..used ter this yer know. But I'm bloody well used ter havin' blokes 'round, right, my bruvvers and sister ter talk ter and touch and I'm bloody well so used ter it and now that I don't 'av…” He drew off not quite sure what else to say and just in case J’dol was feeling particularly good about himself, he adds with a sign of some of his old wolfish humor once more on his face-“
I'm not sayin' I like yer or noffin! Oi! Don't go and fink that I do, right, yor a pervert yer know. But I missed yer, and it were nice 'avin' yer come rescue me at the bloody hotchin…and well, yor a pervert.” He added after a moment, his smile breaking over his face.

Well, humans surely were a confusing lot. Banner eyes them both for a moment before he lets out a little disturbed noise, curling in on himself to place his back on the pair. Odd, this was not proper mating ritual, not even a proper ‘friendly flight’ either. What was going on?

[Zirin]

"I suppose I can't argue that." J'dol grinned back, half-closing his eyes as he felt fingers run through his hair. He may not have shared that particular weak spot with K'r, but he couldn't deny that receiving physical contact from Kyp, in itself, was strangely thrilling, perhaps because it seemed so forbidden, so impossible for something like that to ever happen, yet there it was; K'r was touching him. It seemed Kyp had realized it too, for he pulled away quickly and moved his hand to his knee. J'dol made a dramatic point of shifting his head to look at the hand.

"I'm stuck... and you're a tease." His smile grew at the red face; J'dol was beginning to wonder if he would eventually just get stuck with that colour. Faranth knew he blushed more often than not in J'dol's presence it seemed. He listened as Kyp spoke, realizing in the back of his mind that they were, perhaps, more alike than either of them realized; they both craved physical attention, albeit for different reasons.

In a way, J'dol also realized, his interest towards K'r had changed. No longer was he the farmboy that J'dol wanted to have his way with and leave on the curb. He had become someone J'dol considered a friend; perhaps that was why he cared to check up on him and make sure he was doing alright. Of course, J'dol still wanted to have some fun in the dark with K'r, but it wasn't his primary goal anymore. That said, of course, if Kyp ever came to him for a lesson on flightlust he fully planned to jump all over it. For now, J'dol was more than content to taunt and tease and goof around with the terribly innocent weyrling.

"And if I say I'll think you do anyways? Will you punish me?" He winked, enjoying that Kyp's only insult seemed to be in relation to J'dol perverted thoughts. Well, it was hardly an insult if it was true, wasn't it? His playful expression returned as he looked up at K'r, fully feeling that it was about time he mess with the poor man again. "You know... I like both talking and touching. I wish I could touch you more right now." He was trying to be careful though; he really didn't want to upset him, not when he had an injury and a new bond to deal with.

[damien]

Pastenutth lifts his head to peer at the rider with some amusement. Eyes whirl a bit before he shakes his muzzle at him, as though he’s telling him how silly he is without words. He does not move from his position half on J’dol and half on his person though instead he spreads out his wins to rudely flop them over both of them like a blanket. Doing this he’s in perfect position to protect his human, his jaws at level with J’dols head and his claws tucked safely away from them both. Oh, he has no plans on hurting him, after all he can feel his rider’s enjoyment, as confusing as it is, but the threat is there. The over protective striped baby gurgles a faint noise of amusement before he quiets seemingly pleased in just watching.
K’r is torn between turning a darker red, if this is at all possible, and choking. Since doing either would cause him great harm he shifts himself away enough to grab for the skin of water by his bed gulping down heady amounts of it to calm himself down. Only when his heart beat is somewhat normal does he give a nervous smile to the topaz rider. It’s odd, admitting to himself that he does in fact perhaps want the man to touch him, but he’s starting to get used to the idea. It doesn’t make his head ache, at least.

“"Yer can 'ug me, as of this mornin' I'm apparently 'ugable. Cor blimey guv! I can't move 'round much, but the damage they said shouldn't be ter bad.” His smile softens a bit as he shifts under the combined weight of J’dol and his dragon, quite glad that he’s on the large side of holder-bred. Moving he finds the perfect position, resting against his pillows with his hand both on J’dol and on his dragon. He grins, pleased at the feeling moving through him.

I suppose I am pleased, that K’rMine is learning to accept that he is dragon born, not human like he believes. He will mate like a dragon does, and pick his companions like us. I suppose it’s only right I let you stay near him

Since Stripe had spoken to both K’r and J’dol the ex-farmer stays red and slaps the beast lightly on the nose. ” "Sumfink about an unknown quality, then, eh? The chuffin' bond 'elps fough, I'm told. I need ter be wotched fough, if I start actin' 'strange', and since yor the bloomin' only one in this weyr that knows woss strange for me I fink that's reason enough for yer ter have ter visit me more often. It's not like the candidate master can spy on me for yer eever, now that I'm a weyrlin'.” He stops and gently rubs an eyeridge trying not to laugh at the gurgle of delight the dragon lets free.

“Plus, he says yer good-like, so suppose I’ll listen.’

[Zirin]

Perhaps that head injury was worse than everyone feared, after all it felt like almost no time had passed since J'dol had stolen the man from his home. In the short time that had passed, Kyp had changed; no longer did he fight J'dols touches and advances. In fact, aside from heavy blushing, there was no fighting at all. Was it that he had grown tired of fighting, or that, perhaps, he actually wanted it? The thought made J'dol grin as he watched K'r choke down some water. He wondered if he should mention the acceptance as strange behaviour, but... well he seemed alright otherwise so no use calling him out on it.

"Have to visit ya? Here I thought maybe you enjoyed my company, but it turns out you'rejust using me. Oh the horror!" He paused, wondering how far he could joke before he crossed the line. "Oooh if I have to come visit you to make sure you're okay, does this mean I get to do a full body check up?" As if to push his point his hand ever so lightly moved to trail a finger down K'r's chest, though again, he watched for signs that he was pushing too far.

"Mate like a dragon huh..." J'dol met K'r's eyes with a smirk. "Wild, passionate, no inhibitions to hold you back... just pure lust and pleasure. Dragons certainly know the right way to do it." He glanced back at the bronze, as if to gauge how much danger he'd be in for moving.

"I think I would very much like to hug you, if your dragon here won't bite my head off for doing it. You have to tell me though eh, if either one of you starts to feel uncomfortable." He was dead serious as he spoke. K'r was an emotional fellow to begin with, and Pastenutth had already had to cope with him being so injured, J'dol didn't want to give either the reason to freak out. A hug shouldn't do it, but this was K'r. He shifted, trying to wriggle out from under the bronze enough to wrap his arms around K'r's waist.

"The healers were right! You most certainly are huggable." He wiggled as close to Kyp as he could, shifting his eyes between the man and the dragon as he did so to watch for signs of stress. "So, is the bond everything you thought it was? It's weird isn't it, having something in your mind, seeing all your thoughts and dreams."

[damien]

Kyprioth, he would take a long time to get used to being called K’r, he had been Kyprioth his entire life, squeaked at the touch on his chest shifting back a bit before he calmed down. He figures he would stay red the rest of the time J’dol was with him, there was no conceivable way that he could turn darker anyway. His face and ears burned something fierce though as he batted the others hand away but it was weak and half heart at best. His ribs still hurt, they had rebroken during the attack on the sands, but it wasn’t the reason why he was trying to get him to stop touching him. He still wouldn’t, couldn’t come to terms with having the man sprawled out on top of him and liking it. It just wasn’t right, his Father said so!

“No full body check ups! Right! At least not until Stripe there is ole enough ter handle the bloomin' amount of pervert yer ooze out! Oi!” He gave a little laugh though, even if it was some what strained and nervous. The bond was to new, to fresh and to raw for him to understand both it and what was going on between him and wanting J’dol’s(and he had to admit, other men’s) touches. He decided it was best to just ignore the latter. He had a turn before he had to worry about men touching him in return and he hoped, by then J’dol and Stripe would have helped him through that.

Oi! Blimey! 'e don't mean like that, at least I 'ope 'e don't mean like that! Honest! 'e's ter yung ter even know that sort of fin'. He just means, not stickin' wiv one mate, havin' numerous lov-wait. I said nuffink, init?Not a damn fin', it's the bleedin' drugs I'm on! Struth!” All of that was said without taking a breath and before Stripe has moved himself off of them both so J’dol could hug his rider. Something else might have came out of his lips, after all he spoke more than three people combined, but it was stalled when the arms wrapped around him. For a moment he stiffens before he realizes this, this is what he’s wanted for a long time. He leans into the touch carefully hugging him back and to his dismay feeling his eyes begin to sting. Hoping J’dol wont notice he hides his face against the man’s shoulder, fingers tightening their grip.

“Me dreams?” He frowns not quite sure what the man means, casting a look to where the bronze watched them both with super attention.

“Yes, It's not wot I expected. Even wiv Uncle tellin' me about Kyprioff, and wot yer said. It's like 'avin' a part of me 'eart I didn't know were lonely suddenly bein' filled wiv some bloke. Some bloke 'oo I knows will always be there for me, no matter wot I do. Some bloke 'oo understands me." His smile softens as he reaches out a hand to stroke his fingers along the bronze’s eyeridge enjoying the croon of delight that escapes the sagely old fellow trapped In the young body.

It hits him though what J’dol had said, something triggers the memories, fragments of his dreams from before and he quickly yanks himself away from J’dol to hide against Stripe’s neck hoping J’dol couldn’t tell that now he WAS crying.

“"Wait...yer said dreams, init?Did Stripe say anyfink ter yer, then?” He turns his head enough to feel the dragons head shake back and forth. Nope, wasn’t him.
“Banner! Oh blimey, I'm sorry J'dol, right, if 'e showed yer wot I were, right, and then I were, ho blimey yer must fink I'm such a pervert!”

[Zirin]

J'dol didn't put up a fight as K'r batted his hand away; it was the expected response and J'dol would have been worried if he hadn't rejected the touch. J'dol was amused by the red face, of course, but he was more than happy to pull his hand away. His intention was just playful teasing after all, he didn't want to push the poor guy too far.
　
"No full body check ups until Stripe is old enough?" He gave a pleased little grin. He wondered if Kyp was aware that he had just agreed to eventually allow J'dol to have his way. The topazrider assumed not, but the thought of his touches being wanted, even minutely, sent a shiver of thrill down his spine. His train of thought was entirely derailed by the desperate explanaiton Kyp gave, which, if anything, was even better than what J'dol had been implying.
　
"Dragonborn you are then! I don't fully understand the joys of having a single mate... I try, with Ara, but I just can't ignore the thrill and freedom of being with so many, especially when it feels so good." The best he had been able to give Ara was the sworn promise that he would never touch another woman, but to give up his freedom when it came to making love... it was like trying to give up a part of himself. He grinned softly up at Kyp glad, at least, that the man seemed to be at least somewhat okay with the result of flights. That was a good sign.
　
J'dol couldn't help but feel like a young boy again, as Kyp not only returned his hug but burried his face against the topazrider's shoulder. It almost felt like he was nothing but a young boy, testing the waters with a friend for the first time. It was thrilling, dealing with this man who both rejected and welcomed his advances. As it was the man's response had him holding his breath, as if breathing would remind Kyp that he didn't like these touches. As he feared, Kyp soon pulled away to cuddle his dragon instead, clearly distraught.
　
"I- Kyp are you cry- I'm sorry i didn't mean to cross the line..." His eyes were downcast as he moved off the bed to sit back on his chair. He knew how easily affected Kyp was, knew how overwhelming the new bond was, and yet he had pushed anyways. As it was, he thought the man was crying because of the touches, not because of the dreams. He felt beyond guilty; he really was the worst kind of friend, wasn't he? Even after Kyp spoke about the dreams, it didn't completely clue in what was upsetting him.
　
"I shouldn't have let that slip... I think he was just trying to tell me you were awake. It certainly got my attention." He gave a weak, sheepish smile that disappeared as quickly as it had come. "Listen you, we both know I'm the only pervert in this room. I mean, look if it makes you feel any better I think about stuff like that constantly! Even now when I should be promising not to touch you my mind is screaming that I should run my hands through your hair, kiss you senseless, and explore every inch of your body until I can draw out that deliciously teasing moan of yours!" He wasn't entirely sure what point he was trying to make, only that he was likely failing and probably making the situation worse.
　
"Look, I won't touch you anymore okay unless, for some reason, you want or need me to. I know you don't like it, I should have stopped before. Don't know why I've been having such a hard time stopping." There was the slightest hint of pink to his cheeks now; a combination of the guilt and embarassment he felt for making Kyp cry, coupled with the fact that K'r admitting he had dreamt of being touched like that made J'dol's body shiver in curiosity. He had to close his eyes to keep himself from breaking his promise right off the bat - his instinct was to hug and comfort after all.
　
"Shards Kyp, Im sorry. I'll behave I swear!"

[damien]

((sorry this is fail and it sucks and just, ugh. I’m dealing with some life things..can talk to me on aim if you want to know :/ ))

His crying stopped almost instantly at the others rather long winded ramble. Wait wait wait, he thought-but! Kyprioth shook his head opening his mouth to protest, stopped and realized he had no idea how to protest this subject. He was left floundering for a few moments as an equally confused Stripe stared from J’dol to K’r and back wondering if he could do anything to help or fix this problem. He had K’rs memories of course, but he was still very young and trying to fix something he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about.

“Yer didn't cross the bleedin' line! Struth! Stripe would 'ave said sumfink if yer did...yer know that. Yer can't 'ave a knees-up wivout a joanna. I li-I li....I like it wen yer touch me awright?! Oi! I weren't cryin' because I were bein' forced or anyfink like that! Right! Shards, I don't know anyfink about that stuff, and the stories Ive 'eard all say it 'urts wich is why I were cryin' I'm pretty sure, that or yer were gonna leave I don't know. How am I spose ter analyze a dream?!” He was able to speak at a reasonable level though he was still babbling by anyones standards. It seemed being near J’dol set the ex-farer into a fit of being unable to talk properly. Talking about sex didn’t help matters either and he was quick to hug Stripe’s head just in case such conversation made his dragon frightened.

It did, just not on the level or the reasoning that K’r thought. The bronze could see no reason why anything would ‘hurt’, and cast a warning glance at J’dol just in case it was something that only happened with this man.

“It's just...wot Im tryin' ter say is, right, I don't want yer ter put the mockers on. If yer 'ad the mockers put on doin' wot yer did yer wouldn't be yer, yer know, then, eh, mate? It would be scary, right, and Stripe's not so bad 'e's just not quite sure woss gahn on. I right miss bein' 'ugged...I don't like admittin' that.” Blimey was his head starting to hurt. He lifted a hand to rub at his temple, forgot about his wound and yelped in pain wincing as he tried not to let on just how badly he hurt.

There was no hiding the fact from his dragon though. Having quite enough Stripe turned to wrap his teeth gently around J’dol’s arm yanking him closer to his rider to be.

Well just don’t sit there! This is partially your fault, you know. Do that silly human thing and hug him, or I’ll bite you!