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740.07.17 | Booze & Bruises - D'hys - 18.Jul.19
The past ten days had been interesting to say the least. D’hys hadn’t expected to pick up a new greenrider pet on a trip to Telgar Weyr, but he had and now he had B’jin to fuck and, oddly enough, beat any time he wanted. B’jin was one messed in the head man. He begged to be smacked around, needing it for some reason he still didn’t fully verbalise but D’hys suspected it had to do with being in a relationship with N’mall for years and then having too sweet of one with R’nd. The greenrider had been conditioned by N’mall and now that B’jin was heartbroken, he craved the physical pain to ignore it. At least, that was what he had put together out of everything he knew of the situation that brought B’jin to his bed.
Still, while he liked having fun with B’jin and rubbing it in R’nd’s face, D’hys hadn’t expected it to go on for almost two weeks. His patience was wearing thin, but he was willing to let it go a little longer before pointing out the truths he had uncovered and shoving B’jin back into his own weyr. For now, he was happy to play up their happy union and let B’jin cling to him as they wandered around Telgar’s Gather. D’hys enjoyed Gathers as they were a good place to pick up more information on Holders that might affect the Weyrs one way or another as well as see how some dragonriders carried themselves in such situations.
This time, with B’jin on his arm, it was a bit harder to do so, especially since the greenrider had been drinking since he got up. D’hys wasn’t one to really partake in such things outside of the occasional small token drink—why mess up his perfect body with such substances?—but he didn’t stop B’jin either. It took a lot to get B’jin sloppy drunk and he was on his way to reaching that point when they settled in for a game of poker against some other dragonriders. He would have preferred a game against Holders but B’jin was a bit too messy and clingy to risk it at the moment.
As it was, B’jin also couldn’t keep a straight face and kept giving away D’hys’ hand thanks to his position on the bluerider’s lap. D’hys half suspected it was being done on purpose to push him into giving him a good beating that night but was B’jin really that clever? He felt it was more likely the greenrider just couldn’t keep a neutral expression to save his life, though there was a chance he was playing it up more than he normally would to ensure everyone knew.
After the third hand was given away, D’hys laughed as if it didn’t bother him and gently caressed B’jin’s arm to give off the appearance of flirting with his lover as he leaned in close to whisper, “I’m going to tie you down and whip and fuck your ass so hard that you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.” He slid his hand under B’jin’s shirt, letting fingers glide to where he knew he left a bruise two nights earlier, “still tender here, babe? Maybe I’ll give you a matching one on the other side after I abuse your nipples again.” Last night had been a rough night for B’jin’s nipples as D’hys had tugged, twisted, and even gotten the clamps out. His hand went to one then to remind B’jin of the pleasurable pain he could give him again, making the move exaggerated so those at the table could see what he was up to and assume they were still flirting and about to fuck on the table.
“All right, let’s see how this hand goes, shall we?” D’hys smiled as he addressed the table, making it seem like he had just promised his lover amazing sex if he behaved himself. B’jin likely wouldn’t, especially now that he was promised to be beat when they returned home but D’hys would work with that, making it seem like it was a cute game they were playing. His horny greenrider wanted more attention, so he would have to leave the game early and appease him.
RE: 740.07.17 | Booze & Bruises - B'jin - 18.Jul.19
B’jin was having fun; he wasn’t quite as drunk as he was playing at being, brown eyes still bright and lucid though often hidden under lowered lids as he played at being drunk, and of course, delicately shy. It wasn’t the same as the relationship he’d adored with R’nd — and he was going out of his way to not think about the bluerider he still loved so dearly, but who so obviously did not love him any more… had he even loved him at all? — and instead focused on ruining D’hys’ games with drunken giggles and wide eyes.
He had missed this!
There was something charming to being owned, even though B’jin knew D’hys wouldn’t keep him around forever (he was as surprised as D’hys each morning he continued to awaken in the blueriders’ bed) but he was going to thoroughly enjoy every moment until he was — once more — kicked to the curb by a rider who didn’t want him around. Who would prefer to spend his time with someone younger, and more beautiful. B’jin’s mood plummeted as he got sidetracked by such sour thoughts. Like he could read his mind or something, D’hys quickly sent B’jin’s heart rate skyrocketing and blood rushing to all the happy places.
B’jin trembled visibly at D’hys’ warm breath caressing his ear, and B’jin leaned into the bluerider, swallowing a moan as the prior nights were brought to the forefront of his mind, vivid as the literal event had been. The light touch over his bruises had B’jin shifting wontanly in D’hys’ lap, grinding down on the bluerider and uncharacteristically uncaring about the onlookers. He outright moaned when D’hys teased his nipples; he was hard and aching under the table, pupils blown with lust as he sat trembling on D’hys’ lap, oozing lust.
He managed not to give away the hands D’hys had for a whole round. Not because he was trying to be a good greenrider, but because he was so focused on the delightful sensations cascading through his body. Once he was able to focus on something other than his aching need, B’jin quickly fell back into the previous game of playfully (and drunkenly) spoiling D’hys’ hands, partly by the expression on his face, and partly by whispering dramatically in D’hys’ ear about how good a particular card was, right?
RE: 740.07.17 | Booze & Bruises - D'hys - 18.Jul.19
D’hys appreciated getting a win in thanks to B’jin not spoiling anything. It surprised him that the greenrider had that much restraint but given the way he had been grinding into his lap, it was more than likely that B’jin had been a bit distracted by promises and reminders. When he started acting up again, D’hys put on a show of dramatically folding and giving B’jin a rough kiss that was more a bite to his lower lip than anything else. “Looks like I need to take care of my boy here. Have fun without me and know that I am definitely having fun without you.”
He escorted B’jin away from the table to the laughs and cat calls of the others until he came up behind B’jin and pulled him in tight, back to chest. “Keep behaving like that in public and I might think you want to be punished in public,” D’hys growled against an ear as both hands slid under B’jin’s shirt to return to molesting the abused nipples. “But I think I’ll take you home and keep those moans and begging for more to myself this time.”
As they approached where their dragons were waiting for them, D’hys gave Larrikith a curious look. The sun was close to setting but there was enough light left to highlight her hide and how she seemed to be glowing. He wasn’t one to track every green’s Flight cycle with the exception of a few of Zeianth’s preferred girls, but he was fairly certain Larrikith was about to Rise, probably within the hour. And while it was an amusing though to have a Flight happen during a Gather, D’hys also knew the ramifications from that wouldn’t be worth the entertainment of the moment. Besides, everyone was here and hardly anyone would be back at Fort. It would guarantee an easy win for Zeianth—
“Home, now.” D’hys ordered with a hard smack to B’jin’s ass as further motivation. It would be a rigged Flight but he didn’t think even Larrikith would care since she liked Zeianth.
RE: 740.07.17 | Booze & Bruises - B'jin - 18.Jul.19
B’jin was trembling in anticipation, and for once not even remotely concerned about the fact that he was clearly excited about the promises that D’hys had made. His whole body was throbbing in time to the blueriders’ touches, grunting in surprise when he was suddenly pulled flush against D’hys’ chest. He trembled, eyes huge at the thought of being made a public spectacle. He honestly did not want that, but he was successfully distracted by D’hys’ abusive fingers and low words. B’jin gave an affirmative whimper; home sounded so good. He was too lost in the cascade of lust to be sidetracked by thinking of D’hys’ weyr as ‘home’. He was one to usually call anywhere he set up camp ‘home’. Nonetheless, it would have made him sad; R’nd was home.
But D’hys was a fucking glorious vacation!
The smack to his arse had B’jin skittering forward, glancing between the two dragons before Larrikith snorted at him and took to the skies without him. B’jin shrugged, and scrambled up the much bigger blue to sit behind D’hys; as soon as they were both strapped in, B’jin’s hands were fossicking under D’hys’ clothing to stroke at warm skin, while he rocked his hips against the bluerider wantonly. B’jin had no interest in ever topping — the very thought was prone to sending him into panic attacks — but he wasn’t about to sit still when there was a gorgeous bluerider before him that he could climb all over without being thrown off. Riding straps were wonderful, frustrating things!