[Whillow You Are Playing With Fire] - Tumblr Posts
13th-dragon-prince--[Prior]
“Trusted Command has earned… and Whillow has Feasted…” That blue tongue pushed between his lips slowly to lay at his bottom lip just a small amount before sliding back into the heat of his mouth - suggestively obvious for the bluff he played. How long would it take until his friend pushed him away? Till more of that hot-blooded heat flushed tender skin in such a fun reaction? It was always such a good time to tease!
He hadn't expected what Whillow had just randomly admitted, his eyes still looking away as if embarrassed, taking a moment to try and control that feeling as he saw from the corner of his eye the little dragon laughing, laughing at him. He felt that heat rise again, but this time for the sting to his pride at that laughter. He was used to being in control of his emotions, and he had dropped his guard with Whillow and he had pounced like a predator on that relaxation of his guard.
He turned, his scowl present, as the laughter finally subsided, and finding that Whillow's expression had changed, those slits mischievous, almond eyes locked on Bryn, and he found his expression turning from a scowl to a more concerned look, unsure what the wily dragon had planned. And rapidly, rapidly found out what.
Those light words were anything but light in meaning, the soldier's eyes widening, his body tensing, the slow pace Whillow took while approaching left him staring, watching how his tail swayed, his hips, every part of the dragon's body saying something, telling him something, suggesting something. The claws on his boots, the closeness of the dragon, essentially pressed to him, chest to chest, his heart pounding in his chest as he opened his mouth, tried to say something, and couldn't.
Claws dragged up his chest, wrapped around his neck, had the soldier hesitating, his hands lifting, darting to the gecko's hips, holding him, neither pushing him away, or pulling him closer. It was just to keep him there, just to make sure he didn't--
The little dragon rose, on his tip-claws, and the breath in Bryn's lungs froze, leg shifting, body shivering as that tail wrapped around his leg, held him close, whispered words leaving his mind reeling, thinking, entertaining. He eyed that tongue, the way it slithered from his lips, teased Bryn, and slipped back inside.
No. The little dragon did not get to suggest and tease without repercussion, he did not get to hint at what he was offering and expect Bryn to just push him away. His hand darted up to the Whillow's head, his neck, the back of it, holding him, pulling him up, close, his forehead pressed to his, his eyes, those silver pools, glowing, something rising, teasing, growling from his lips as he held Whillow there, his head tilting, his lips brushing the little dragon's pointed ear as he growled out, "Do no...tempt...me. Because I will...Whillow...take it."
The hand on his hips pulled him closer, pulled him right up against him, as he let the dragon press against him, press to his chest, to feel that beating heart, feel that pulse that beat wildly with interest, and slowly he let his face drift away from his ear, so close to the scaled cheek, before he felt his nose brush Whill's, and then pull back fully, his hand at his hip pushing him back softly, away from his warmth, but not off his boots, as he growled out just as teasingly, "Later. When I can have you to myself."
He whistled, softly, Featherflame trotting closer, fweeing with approval and readiness to go, Bryn jerking his head to the bird mount and saying, "Let's go. Unless...you are afraid of your new Trusted Command."