Logs:Post-Flight Couples Therapy
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| RL Date: 31 March, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Solith's flight and Irianke's unsatisfying visit, K'zin and H'vier make amends. |
| Where: Spinners' Haunt Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Trudant/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sex. Back-dated. |
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| There's no bronze on the ledge because the one who lives here spends a ridiculous amount of time on the sands. More than he did for his last clutch, certainly, but maybe it has something to do with the golden sheen on one egg in particular. What this means, though, is that H'vier does not have his usual Reisoth alert system in place. He's not expecting company, however, because otherwise he might have his pants fastened, and a shirt on, while he paces the length of the rug in front of his cold hearth with a glass of something almost certainly alcoholic in one of his hands. But he has neither of those things right now, just the booze and some hint of agitation. Call flight-lusty K'zin a peace offering from Rasavyth. He's walking in like he belongs there after Ras drops him on the ledge. "Hhhhavi, I'm hhhhome!" The younger bronzerider calls by way of greeting. When he lays brown gaze on the older man in his lack of attire he adds a saucy, "Well hello handsome," and a leer. At some point he'll have to consider why Rasavyth trusts H'vier not to murder his rider. As it is, the older bronzerider's step falters and he eyes K'zin as though his presence is currently beyond his comprehension. "What are you doing here? Are you--" His next question is cut off by a slightly distracted look and then more focus. "Oh, I dunno," K'zin answers carelessly, approaching the older man. "Lost a flight, my girlfriend's flight, bad luck and all that. Ended up here." He seems to have every intention of coming into choking range. There's a bemused look on his face when he says with dark humor, "Maybe I missed you." H'vier doesn't back away from the younger man's approach, but there is a tension in the way he holds himself. "No," he tells K'zin. No, he does not miss him. That's simply not allowed. "Tell your dragon to come and fetch you. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit." "But I'm horny," K'zin states the obvious for him, "and you liked fucking me that other time. Think of this time as an opportunity to resolve conflicts and show emotional maturity," he's amused by the idea. He's also focused on reaching for the older man's open pants. When K'zin's hands start getting handsy, the older bronzerider suddenly has his own handful of the younger's shirt. Probably better than a handful of his neck, but it's close. Things could change. "I would've liked fucking any warm hole at that point." K'zin, presumably, happened to be convenient. But H'vier hasn't pushed him away. Or tried to stop his hands. "Sure, sure," K'zin's tone waves off H'vier's defensiveness. "So long as you like it again after I wake you up with my mouth, we'll have no problems." He smiles at H'vier. "I can't suck you off while you have a hold of my shirt, though." But he can slip his hands into the older man's pants and start groping what's there. It doesn't happen immediately because H'vier has to struggle with the idea before he can slowly release K'zin's shirt and allow him to make good on those words. He'll just ignore the fact that he's not completely soft even before the younger man's hands touch him. K'zin makes a humming noise like a handyman cheerfully going about his work as he smoothly bends his knees and lowers himself to the ground (it's a practiced motion). When he sees the state of things, he flashes a darkly amused look upward. "For me?" He inquires innocently as if H'vier had brought him flowers like some old-fashioned admirer. But before his humor has a chance to put the bronzerider off the idea entirely, K'zin opens his mouth and puts it to better use. H'vier watches K'zin kneel down with an expression that's almost neutral, with an underlying tension, like some switch could easily be flipped to turn him toward violence. But nothing hits that switch for now and, in fact, his features smooth out just so as his eyes close and lips part to breathe bout a sigh, not quite a groan, that's definitely not displeased. What are all their usual problems in the face of good sex? Good sex is what K'zin intends this to become. When it's over, K'zin's mumble starts with, "Fuck, that was good," and his voice gets stronger after he clears his throat and gets a little more breath back. "Too bad we can't get along like this all the time." Wryly amused comes the younger man's, "The only thing missing from this make-up is the kiss. Under the circumstances though," given how their bodies are and were moments before, "I think we get a pass. Trudant would be so proud." At least he doesn't try for the kiss and ruin it all. And look, they shared a feeling: horniness! "Don't you have a weyrmate?" It probably isn't the sort of question anyone would expect H'vier to ask after having his way with another man. But it still comes out of his mouth. "You can kiss my ass if you really need to," he adds as he starts to shift away from the younger bronzerider, though his gaze shifts down to watch before he's turning to pick up his pants. "You aren't going to tell him. Or anyone." So serious. "Girlfriend, her dragon just rose," K'zin reminds H'vier drolly. "You don't want me anywhere near your ass, sadly," if sad here sounds amused. "Although, I wouldn't mind you having another go at mine when you're ready," the younger man leaves unsaid the if part of that statement; he must actually want a round two! "How are you so sure I won't tell anyone? You did punch me in the face in the middle of a feast." Doesn't H'vier sort of owe him here somehow, not the other way around? H'vier doesn't comment on whether there might or might not be another round. Given that he just got off, and that K'zin is not exactly his usual type, it could be difficult to get everything going again. "Is that the only reason you came here?" To antagonize him? If he hadn't fucked him, H'vier probably would have hit him again, after all. "No," K'zin shrugs his shoulders, rolling onto his stomach on the bed, "I was horny and you're a good lay. That's why I came. Women might make things more complicated than that, but I don't." See how much nicer it can be to get it on with a man, H'vier? Come to the gay side: they have uncomplicated orgasms. The sound H'vier makes suggests he doesn't entirely believe those words, but he's not really of a mind to argue them. He is a good lay, anyway, and, sure, he'll take that even from K'zin. Once he's pulled his pants back on, he glances back at the younger bronzerider. His brows furrow, but, after a tense moment, he asks, "Do you want a drink?" It's almost like they don't hate each other! "Sure," K'zin accepts readily. He stretches there on the bed. Stretches that take him through a little bit of range of motion that might happen to make his ass look potentially appealing. If it's not too much gay shit for H'vier to take notice. Whether K'zin succeeds in making anything about himself more appealing to H'vier or not, it's hard to tell my looking at his face. Or maybe it isn't. That tension might not be there if he weren't unhappy about not hating having K'zin in his bed, right? "Stop rolling around like some feline in heat," he says as he holds out the drink intended for the other bronzerider. "Why don't you fuck me again and I will." K'zin suggests with a smile over his shoulder. Given that H'vier is a bit older, it's probably a concession in light of that that has the younger man shifting to sit on the edge of the bed and holding out his hand for the glass. It's decent whiskey. Maybe not the best he has, but he wasn't drinking that to begin with, so it's probably not a slight. "I'll never understand how men like you can Impress a bronze." And it's really not so much insult as H'vier's bafflement. He even sits down on the edge of his bed not far from K'zin to sip at his own drink. "Rasavyth finds my flexibility useful. Less so once I got the girlfriend, of course. But he tried to get rid of her, so." Obviously, he failed, since K'zin still has her. He takes a swallow of his drink, evidently unafraid that H'vier might just be waiting for poison to take effect. "I'll never understand why men like you object to fucking a tight willing ass. I mean, isn't that kind of your thing? Fucking whatever moves? Especially if it has a nice ass?" "It's not a tight, willing ass I object to." H'vier has enjoyed plenty of women in the very same way, no doubt. He takes a drink, then asks, "Was this Rasavyth's idea?" Or is it actually that K'zin was horny and that H'vier is a good lay? "Mm, he certainly had something to do with it," K'zin will admit over the glass. "His influence tends to be strong during and after flights. At least that hasn't changed." The younger man chuckles ruefully. "You have washcloths and towels?" He asks then, swallowing down the rest of his whiskey quickly and rising. Maybe round two is off the table after all? H'vier glances at his bed, not quite frowning, then rises to head for his wardrobe and produce a variety of towels and washcloths. "You can keep them," he tells K'zin as he hands them over before he's heading back toward the booze. He can probably keep the sheets and blankets he's rolled around on, too. "What's changed?" "Do you give all your lays such extravagant parting gifts, or only the really fantastic ones?" K'zin asks as he takes the washcloths and moves to H'vier's wash basin, undisturbed by any implications he might perceive, giving himself a once over with a cloth. "Oh, most everything else. Well, no, he's still an asshole. But the crash in Telgar really took it out of him. All that pain for so long, me not being able to cope," he shrugs his shoulders. Then he moves toward H'vier with a fresh damp washcloth. One hand seeks the laces on his pants. He won't answer that question, but the look he gives K'zin might well be answer enough. He only gives away towels and washcloths that he doesn't want to use again. "That was some time ago, wasn't it?" H'vier's teeth clench for a moment when K'zin reaches for the laces of his pants, but he doesn't stop him. "Mmhm. Then Iesaryth died. He felt that she was one of the very few who actually understood him. It's rough to lose that. Things got worse. We're working on it though." As K'zin speaks, he slides down onto his knees in that practiced way he has and sets about cleansing H'vier with gentility and thoroughness. "Being understood is overrated." This could very well be wisdom from Reisoth's mind, but H'vier has never seemed to go out of his way to be understood, either. His gaze follows K'zin's descent for several moments, then lifts. His eyes close and he lets out a slow sigh. "You know," K'zin reasons (listen to how reasonable his tone is!), "if I'm already not telling anyone about what we just did, there's really no reason we shouldn't do it again for there to be that much more amazing sex not to talk about." Makes sense, right? If no one's going to know anyway... The way H'vier rumbles is both thoughtful and not at all sure he wants to be tempted by the prospect. But since he says after a few moments, "Get me interested," he must at least be willing to put a perfectly good erection to work once he has one. "It would be a shame to waste a tight, willing ass." K'zin grins up at the older man, but only a moment. There's little wasted time as the younger man gets to work. Even if it takes longer to make something useful of H'vier's dick this time, it doesn't seem to bother the younger man. He's willing to put in the effort! If only feelz class had been so successful~ It might take longer, but H'vier seems to enjoy the effort. And it's rewarded in full once he's hard again, even if he'll encourage a little more effort for a few minutes, it's nice, before making to pull K'zin up to his feet and shove him toward the bed. Round twos are great for stamina that might've been lacking in the face of the horny need of round one. It's again some moments for K'zin to recover before he's inclined to shift, to stretch, to make a contented sound. "See? We would've missed such a good fuck," if they had stopped at one. He's quicker this time to make use of the towels. That there will be no round three is indicated by K'zin giving H'vier his own wet cloth to clean up. "Can we have a drink and talk?" Possibly, K'zin should've asked for this in between, or before it all, but priorities. "Talk?" The way he asks it sounds very much like 'why on Pern would we possibly want to talk now?' But H'vier continues with, "Sure. Whiskey? Tea? Wine? Water?" Once he's cleaned up and has his pants back on, H'vier can fetch or start whatever K'zin would like. "Whiskey," K'zin requests before he's efficiently setting about his own cleaning. He even gets dressed this time so they can talk like civilized people. As he moves to sit gingerly in a slouch on the couch, he starts: "I'm sorry Ras provoked Reisoth. He's been unpredictable lately. Sorry I helped ruin your clutching feast." Apologies! Sincere ones, even! H'vier comes back to the couch, hands over K'zin's glass of whiskey and then settles himself down on the other end. He's quite content. There's a drink before he says, "I lose my head sometimes. I'm... working on it." Though if he hasn't gotten a grip on his temper by now, it might just be a lost cause. "I am sorry I hit you. Your argument for Searching the kid isn't perfect, but there's some logic to it, I suppose." Aw, see? More apologies! If it weren't too gay for H'vier, there might even be hand holding! (But no singing. K'zin would draw the line at singing.) Still, Trudant would probably be proud. "I couldn't just do nothing when they're treating people and dragons as tradeable commodities." It obviously disgusts him and he makes a disgruntled noise before sipping on his whiskey. "I don't know that we can avoid sending people, but I thought we could at least send people who wanted to go and it might feel like they had more of a choice." Feel like. He grimaces. "Weyrs have always treated people as tradable commodities. My transfer here was involuntary. And I've no doubt my transfer away will be involuntary, too." H'vier is well aware that there's a good chance of this happening at some point sooner or later. "It's little different from a crafter being posted to somewhere they'd rather not go, I imagine." This sounds more thoughtful than anything, especially since he's been quite openly against any of the weyrlings being sent away. "It's not as permanent." K'zin's grimace isn't gone but it is momentarily lost to a sigh. "At least when you're a crafter, there's a good chance you'll move again some day. Unless you're old and a master, then maybe not, but unless you're a stupid master, by then you should have a little say in where you're going," or so the once apprentice who never spent more time than was required to take some of the basic classes at his own crafthall imagines. "There are riders who never move from Weyr to Weyr. But I'm sure there will be weyrlings that will want to go. Or perhaps they should be chosen soon after the hatching so the connections they form with their peers are less problematic." H'vier draws in a deep breath and sighs it out. "It's not really in either of our control, though." And something out of his control is often not one of his favorite things. "The connections they form with their peers are never not going to be problematic." K'zin answers with a frustrated noise. "You're never free from those bonds, no matter how old you get or how much they hate you." But he doesn't want to linger on that (and can he be blamed?). "If it's not in our control, maybe you can remind yourself of that and not punch me in front of everyone." There's a pause, "You might even take half a breath and remember that this is much better than punching me and if you go on punching me, my dragon might stop delivering me so willing." And then they'll never get this again, woe~ "I'm not the most reasonable of men when I'm angry, K'zin." H'vier takes a drink, licks his lips and glances over at the younger bronzerider. "And while this was..." something, "I don't know that I'm interested in being someone your dragon dumps you off on when he thinks you need to be fucked." K'zin's lips press into a smile. He probably wants to say something like 'no?' but things have been going so well, so he restrains himself. "You seemed to enjoy it alright," the younger man points out, "but I have very little say where he dumps me in a state like that. There was probably equal chance he expected us to fight instead of fuck. Needless to say, I prefer the fucking. In case it's ever relevant again." "Then who can I call to come and get you if he does it again?" You know, assuming H'vier doesn't simply take advantage of the opportunity. That's always a possibility. "Tela, if it's not her flight. Nicaith's T'volt from Telgar, maybe. He might just laugh and leave you to it, though." Fair warning is only fair. "And I wouldn't call either unless you're sure you can resist me that long without punching me. Neither, I think, would be very happy." At least K'zin is giving him options though. K'zin won't force himself on H'vier, even if Rasavyth isn't so accomodating. The older bronzerider rumbles discontent with these answers, but it's nothing that makes H'vier seem actively unhappy. Best case is that Rasavyth just won't bring K'zin back here again. "And what if I get it into my head to visit you after I've lost a flight, hmm?" K'zin considers the question after saying, "Well, that would be interesting." His consideration leads to a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not supposed to fuck anyone outside of flight times. So I suppose you'd show up and I'd either try to turn you down or not, and I'd either get in trouble or not." In trouble with H'vier or Tela or whoever. "Fair enough," says H'vier, though he's not entirely pleased by this, either. Who would be? Expected to take in a horny bronzerider when the same may not be offered in return in his time of need? "Was there anything else?" That he wanted to talk about before H'vier kicks him out of his weyr. "Well, round three..." K'zin grins before polishing off his drink and rising. He stops to pick up his riding jacket and shrugs into it before pausing to blow a kiss back at H'vier in an exaggerated fashion, pairing it with a wink before he's heading for the ledge. There's an immediate look of disapproval over the mention of anymore rounds. H'vier enjoyed the previous two, of course, but he's not sure he'd like to make a habit of that behavior just yet. He doesn't get up to follow, but he does get up once K'zin is headed toward the ledge to pour himself another drink. Maybe several. |
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