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Post by Pocket on Mar 1, 2013 23:57:17 GMT -5
((OoC: Dragonlust thread! Link to citrus-y events will come later.))
It was normal routine at this point, that Jayli rose before the sun. He’d gotten used to the schedule long before he came to Igen, rising before the sun to work on orders, to free up his day. The schedule had carried long after he was Searched and Impressed, rising early to take care of Talloranth—and once she was older, resume making orders to bring in the stray marks. It was a good start to his day, rise, bathe, dress, eat. Then the rest of his morning would be free to either complete chores, or hatch out a portion of his work load.
Dressed in a loose, dusky green tunic and breeches, hair tied back in a messy braid, the green rider had made his way down to catch a light breakfast in the kitchens.
He’d been on his way back towards his personal weyr, still in the depths of the Weyr and unable to hear the commotion outside, when he began to feel it. His steps faltered and he staggered, shoulder and hip crashing into the wall. A fever crept up the base of his spine, a flush sweeping through his tanned skin quickly. At first, the cold fear shot through him—had he forgotten Talloranth’s flight schedule? But, no – that was impossible. This wasn’t Talloranth, for he could feel her sound asleep in the back of his mind. Then who…?
Crackdust. How could he have forgotten? Riklith.
But here he was, a long way away from his personal weyr. The heat of dragonlust was creeping into his bones and into his mind, making it hard to concentrate on the problem at hand. Though the haze, he blinked hard at the approaching figure, before letting his guard near physically drop. He knew that stature, even from a ways off.
“J’shom?”
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Post by kthehuman on Mar 3, 2013 2:17:09 GMT -5
J'shom only realized some time after he left his weyr that he had forgotten to change out of his sleepwear. As such, he had on loose, gray pants that hardly extended past his knees and a simple, beige shirt. Not to mention that his hair - short as it was - probably stood up in all directions.
He was fairly close to the kitchens when it hit him; a strong wave of dragonlust heat coursed through him as he felt Volinth leaving the feeding pens. He staggered, vision blurring, and threw a hand out against the wall to keep himself steady. "J'shom?" he heard his name called out. He knew the voice, but couldn't concentrate enough to place it. Looking up, he saw the unmistakable form of Jayli ahead of him.
"Jay!" he called, his voice rough and breathless. "What are you doing out here?" He approached slowly as he asked.
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Post by Pocket on Mar 3, 2013 22:40:59 GMT -5
A phantom shiver raced up his spine as his friend called out to him, making him frown slightly. He shouldn't be reacting like this to him, especially at the rough, breathless quality of that voice...
Shaking his mind free, the green rider was all too eager to close the distance between himself and J'shom. He stopped less then a hand's bredth between them, offering a shaky smile to the taller rider. "Breakfast." He answered, simply. Another wave of pure energy curled up his spine, making his balance tip and on instict his hand shot out, bracing himself against J'shom's chest. Something flared within himself at the feel of warm, hard muscle beneath his shirt, and found himself reluctant to move away -- the warmth his friend seemed to radiate was all too inviting.
"S-sorry," He tried for apologetic, looking up at the younger rider. Though his voice sounded as though he'd swallowed sand; rough and low, his words occasionally catching on his breath. It really didn't help when his palm slid up his chest, fingertips resisting the movement. Jayli's hand slid until his fingertips ghosted over a defined jawline, squinting through the warm haze that wanted to pull his friend in and never let the man go. "You o-kay?"
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Post by kthehuman on Mar 3, 2013 23:00:05 GMT -5
Jayli swayed, and shot out a hand against his chest, a lightning strike that started a fire throughout his abdomen. J'shom threw one hand against Jay's shoulder, one against his hip; the hand on his hip instinctively pulled him in closer toward J'shom. Jayli's hand spread the fire up his neck and to his face. He swallowed hard, eyes searching over Jay's face, over his throat. "Yeah," he said, "I'm great."
Volinth roared, pushing forward toward Riklith, vision narrowing to near-nothing. Blinded by lust, J'shom moved the hand on Jay's shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him flush against his body, lips crashing together. He pushed Jay against the wall hard, still kissing fiercely. He worked his way down Jay's neck, groaning into his soft, warm skin. He nipped lightly before pulling back just enough to say, "Should we-" he took a shaky breath, restisting the urge to continue, "get some p-privacy?"
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Post by Pocket on Mar 3, 2013 23:58:45 GMT -5
As he was drawn in, Jayli shivered, bracing his other hand against J'shom's chest. More contact made his already heated skin bloom, but it paled in comparison to being drawn into the inferno itself as he was brought flush to the man's chest. Jayli had but a moment before lips descended onto his, sweeping everything but heat and desire from his mind as he returned the kiss with fervor.
As his back connected with the wall, he gasped into the kiss, his arms finding their way around J'shom's neck. His head leaned back as it was suddenly the center of attention, groaning softly, eyes slipping shut. On their own accord, his hands found their way into J'shom's bedhair, running his fingers through the short locks as his fingernails gently ran against his scalp.
A soft whimper escaped him -- either at the nip, or J'shom pulling away however briefly, he didn't know or care. "Yes," The word practically purred out of him, not wanting to waste much more time with words. One of his hands disengaged from the taller man's hair, sweeping a finger gently against the curve of his ear. "Spare room. Down the hall." It wasn't a suggestion, more of a hushed plea.
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Post by kthehuman on Mar 4, 2013 3:19:01 GMT -5
J'shom practically growled at the whimper that passed Jay's lips. He grabbed one of his hands, dragging him fast as he could toward the indicated room. He opened the door, not bothering to check if anyone was watching them. He pushed Jay inside lightly, closing the door behind them. No sooner had he closed than he was attacking Jay's mouth again. His hands worked Jay's belt off with ease, tossing it aside carelessly. He lifted Jay's shirt up, hands caressing his soft stomach, while nibbling on ears, lips, and neck. He bent down somewhat, kissing Jay's flat stomach while continuing to urge his shirt up and over Jay's head.
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Post by Pocket on Mar 4, 2013 20:07:15 GMT -5
Jayli was grinning as he was tugged along down the hall, more than happy to be lead as the means were promising. He had time to catch an eyeful of a predatory J'shom before he was lost under a torrent of sensation, eagerly returning bruising kisses and barely mindful of the loss of the belt that cinched his tunic to his small waist until scorching hot hands swept over his stomach. Jayli's head fell back submissively as the brownrider's attention shifted lower, unable to help the mewing hitch of breath as those lips found his stomach.
The greenrider squirmed slightly, catching up as he lifted the dusky green shirt over his head, stretching out his upper body in the process and tossed it unceremoniously off to the side. " 'mere," He near growled, swooping down to kiss the brownrider once more. His hands fisted at the other man's shirt, tugging it upwards in a dual hint to gain equal ground back, and to get the sharding thing off.
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Post by kthehuman on Mar 4, 2013 20:49:25 GMT -5
Every noise Jay made went straight to J'shom's groin; he was so hard it almost hurt. He chuckled lowly as Jay kissed him, dragging him up. He complied, pulling back only enough to remove his shirt without hitting Jay in the face. He tossed the shirt aside and pulled Jay into him by the hips, moaning loudly into his lips as their bodies pressed together. He bit Jay's lip and pulled before kissing him again and letting their chests slide against one another for a moment. Then he brought his hand up to Jay's shoulder, pushing lightly down.
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