[[all About That Control Of Himself]] - Tumblr Posts
13th-dragon-prince--[Prior]
With the shift of his tail ending up with the seat of his hips between Bryn’s, the smaller male leaned back a motion more, unable to move to look up fully to his companion as he spoke, wiggling a bit with a mischievous chitter. “A new hunt to play?”
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Whillow was afraid.
Bryn could feel it, the way he had shivered, the inhale, and the press back into Bryn. They were all reactions of fear. And the Hyur understood why.
He too had been afraid. A dragon that large, to shake the air with heavy wings, could have killed them both. But instinct had not won out. Instead calm logic had taken hold, muscle memory, and control of his own body had left him firm as a rock, even as his heart beat at a slightly elevated rate after the fact. He would have said something, thought of some way to calm the half-dragon, but his hand, his chest, his body became aware of the...purring. That was the best word for it, he assumed. Deep vibrations in the gecko's throat that he could feel through the hand on that petite shoulder. Still, even with the sound of contentment, Bryn could swear he didn't seem quite okay.
The sharp breaths, the way his ears flicked, and the avoidance of his gaze. What was messing with the little guy now? He leaned down slightly, trying to look at his face to see, if he could tell what was bothering his charge. Instead, he found his body stilling as Whill switched on every switch within his body.
Hands, careful, clawed, safe trailed up his body, along his coat's hem, teasing and soft. A thumb, on his neck, testing his pulse as that same hand kept moving on. They reached up, cupped his face, scratched oh so tenderly over his chin, his cheek, the sharpness and pressure sending a shiver down his body and against Whill. His hand slid from his shoulder, to the scaled chest, pressing flat against it as sharp claws caressed him, and those words had his eyes fluttering closed.
Unfair. Unfair to say, to use without knowing. The shift in his tail, the press of his rear against Bryn, the wiggle as his tail still lay wrapped around his leg--unfair, and dangerous for the half-dragon.
The broad hand slid up, over Whill's neck, and taking his chin softly, tilting it up, feeling the press of his horns against his neck as he made Whillow look up at him, his silver gaze gleaming with intent, keeping those eyes locked to his as his left hand slid down the dragon's side, to his hip, pulling him tighter as he let out a low, rumbling noise that vibrated his neck right against those horns as he spoke.
"Careful, Whillow." His warning was half warning, half continue, the soldier shifting his hand so he held more Whillow's neck than chin. "I can feel every move you're making." That growling tone to his voice didn't go away as he held his gaze, tilting his head down to press his lips softly to Whill's forehead. "Control is something learned, trained, and mastered. You are straining that control, little dragon."
His hand slid down to his collar bone, brushing over soft scales as he took a step, bringing them both out of their hiding place, still not pulling away as he murmured, "And when that control snaps..." He would let the gecko wonder, his hands slipping away, stepping around Whill as he made for the entrance with heavy footfall. "Let's go. I don't want to become a meal today."