Get Ready for Trouble {Iro}

[Elessar]

First lesson? Now? Was this really the time? Then again, Iro'ris had the feeling that J'degar could give a lesson even while in the middle of flightlust. The thought made the corners of his mouth twitch, but he refused to smile. Instead, he closed his eyes as his friend's hands ran over his body, washing him.

Okay, don't think about silly things. Don't think about silly things. Iro'ris nearly fainted when he felt J'degar's lips on his neck and jaw. How was he not supposed to think about that while he was in a lesson?! His hands moving slowly to rest on J'degar's hips, he pulled the man closer and took a deep breath.

"Concentrate on my... destination," he gasped, as J'degar nipped his neck. "Don't think... about silly... things..." His eyes closed, he tugged the Weyrlingmaster even closer. "Stay focused." Right, he was totally focused right now. "Use... points and places... you know." Tipping his head back, he opened his eyes, moved slightly, and captured J'degar's mouth with his own.

Focused? Yeah right.

[Zirin]

J'degar couldn't help but feel a little smug as Iro practically melted in his arms. No doubt the weyrling had underestimated him or something, but J'degar was a man who believed in doing things to the fullest of his abilities, even if that meant giving his all to Iro for the night, or two, or however long Iro pined after him.

J'degar allowed Iro to kiss him, a reward of sorts really, but with a growl and a quick nip to the man's lips Gar made it clear who was in charge here. "Describe, in detail, the star stones, as if you were planning to between there." His voice had a husky tone to it, an almost breathlessness as he resumed his attack on the other side of his neck, his hands joining in to trail along the lither body. "Focus, Iro." And boy, did he ever purr that name.

{>.> Fade?}