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In one of the small sitting libraries of the Windwhisperer quarters, Bryon sits quietly, meditating. A light sigh is let out as he hears the light foot falls of rabbit feet on wood. Lorsan walks into the cozy space and sits down, fidgeting.
"What is wrong, friend?" Bryon cuts through the quiet, but not silent room. "I-I had an idea," Lorsan slightly stammers back, "but I'm not sure if it is a good one." If Bryon's blindfold could show it, it would show a raised eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Well," Lorsan starts, "I'd like to try your blindfold. It makes you so much better at being able to use the wind, so I want to at least try it." "I don't know why that would make you so nervous, but of course we can try it." Bryon says, reaching into his bag for another, holding it out to him. Lorsan takes the blind fold and notices how it is looped. So practical and stylish, he thinks to himself, and then he embraces the dark.
Lorsan isn't a slouch with windwhispering, so it doesn't take too long to get use to it. Bryon's gentle heartbeat next to him gives Lorsan a good idea of where he is, but is suddenly very aware of how fast his heart beat is.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how l-loud I was being." Lorsan stammers out. Bryon smiles, but that detail is missed by Lorson. "Your heart is always loud, my friend. Like a drum in a march. I like it. It makes you easier to keep track of." Lorsan blushed with this. "Now why would you need to do that?!" He nearly yells in confusion, his heart beat running faster.
Bryon, smiling still at Lorsan's tone, places a hand on his chest, feeling the beat. "Calm down, Lorsan." He says gently.
Initially, Lorsan's heartbeat spikes at such an intimate gesture, but slowly takes in a few deep breaths and calms himself. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how much it was." Bryon keeps his hand on his chest, waiting for the beat to go down to normal levels. "So why were you bothered so much by this?" He asks quietly.
"Well Bryon, if you must know," Lorsan begins, "I wanted to get to know how you navigate better..." He trails off. Bryon steadies himself, the answer catching him off guard. "Oh?" He said quizically, probing for more.
Lorsan begins again, "I also found an old book of an interesting practice from long ago. Sensory acuity through deprivation. They reported that you can highten your senses by closing off others."
"I'm familiar," Bryon stated, "but did you read the rest of it?" Lorsan's heart jumped out of his chest. He had, but that question means that Bryon has as well. An old wind whisperer act of intimacy was to shut their senses of sight and hearing, to open themselves up to another, only by touch, smell, and...
Lorsan didn't want to think about it too hard, but here, alone with Bryon... it was almost too much.
"Is your silence admission?" Bryon said, somewhat commandingly. His voice was always so firm, but reassuring, Lorsan thought. He wondered how Bryon felt about his, since it's all Bryon has ever really heard from him anyway. He slowly nodded, but then realized they were both blindfolded.
"Y-yes." Lorsan said nervously. He heard movement, as though Bryon was reaching into his bag and then movement closer and then something snuggly placed over his ears. Suddenly very blind in all the ways he could be he stammers out, "B-Bryon, what are you doing?!" His voice echoing in his head. Quickly he felt a finger press onto his lips, bidding him to keep quiet.
Bryons hand quickly snuck from Lorsan's chest to the side of his neck. The man in front of him trusted him implicitly and he was going to reward his friend. Leaning forward his breath played over Lorsan's mouth, tingling the sensation of his lips. Lorsan almost leans into both his hand and his breath as he slowly takes his lips into his own.
Lorsan's mind races as his heart beat and Bryon's lips dominate his only senses, the cushion he is sitting on barely being recognized. Growing dizzy as his body betrays him, he leans more onto Bryon, who gently leans away from the kiss. His hand gliding back down to Lorson's chest. Suddenly, sound comes back in full force, like the world just blossomed around him as he feels the ear muffs being taken off.
"Bryon...", Lorsan says breathlessly, "I didn't expect that..." His voice like Honey to Lorsan's uncovered ears, Bryon responds, "I can do more, but you seemed... off. I didn't want to hurt you."
Lorsan, regaining control of his consciousness again, flatly states semi sarcastically, "The only thing hurting me now is that you stopped... but I didn't know you had those feelings for me."
Bryon, choosing his words carefully, said, "I don't, but you seem to. I care for you, your sister, and Eirron very dearly. Some may call it love, but what I feel is deeper for each of you."
Lorsan blushs but also chides Bryon, "How can you say something like that after, well... something like that."
Bryon smiles gently, "That is how I feel. You wanted honesty and I hope you can understand that all three of you I hold in my heart the same. You are all equal to me in my heart."
Lorsan's heart jumps, "T-then I hope your heart is big enough, because while I don't love Lyca the same, she's my sister, I've always had a fondness for you and Eironn. You are both so cool and collected and..." Cutting him off, Bryon's finger returns to quiet the rabbit.
Bryon speaks gently "Lorsan, it's okay my friend to be nervous. Do you trust me?"
"Implicitly." Lorsan says with a gasp.
Feeling Bryon placing the ear muffs over his ears, Lorsan's heartbeat spikes, making it the only thing in his head that he can hear. All thoughts are drained out as he feels Bryon's breath and fingers dancing and teasing along his body. His soul nearly left his body when bryon gently kissed his neck causing both innate fear and a hunger for more to jolt through his body. The warm sensation of Bryon's smooth skin against his chin was so intimate, he thought it lasted for minutes when in reality it was mere seconds.
Then confusion set in as he felt Bryon move to be in front of him, completely blind to all other actions other than the shifting of the cushion underneath him. Then he realized, as he felt Bryon's soft hands caress his thigh, what he was doing. His entire body got warm, like a whole pyre was set ablaze in him. When the cool air touched his stomach from Bryon's breath, it felt like lighting, all of his hairs standing on end.
Skillfully, Bryon pushed up Lorsan's shirt, feeling the soft somewhat pudgy bunny belly, he too felt the warmth in his body. It was like touching what the sun felt like, so bright and pure. He had already tasted the sweet scent that Lorson put on, but he, in his falcon instincts, wanted to know Lorsan's flavor, truely and without filter. Gently placing his lips above Lorsan's pants line, he drug his tounge up his body, to where he had pinned the bunny's shirt. Lorsan was like puddy in his mouth, soft and supple, warm and smooth. He tasted fantastic.
Lorsan nearly jumped out of his skin, his hands gripping the seat like his life depended on it. Blood had long since drained from his body, but he was still so hot and feeling Bryon's nearly icy saliva made his skin crawl in such a way he knew he couldn't hide how aroused he was. He trusted Bryon, implicitly like he said, but this was a new level he didn't know he could trust at. He was completely at Bryon's mercy, and they both knew it.
Bryon gently drug the bottom of his tounge back down to Lorsan's pants line, making sure to hit new skin on the way before sliding his hands up to Lorsan's waist, gently unwrapping the belt line and tugging his pants open. Lorsan's shaft was not one to scoff at at Bryon took it into his hands. He was smaller than Eironn, but much more smooth. Bryon easily classified it as cute, but he wouldn't say that aloud, as he knew how much that would wound Lorsan.
Shaking out of his skin, Lorsan feels the cool air and Bryon's breath mix over his length made him feel like he was going to join the ranks of the Graveborn sooner rather than later. But he knew he had died and gone to the heavens when he felt the warm, wet sensation of Bryon's mouth wrapping around it. His entire body felt like the pyre had overtaken him, and that all he could hear was his heartbeat, practically jumping out of his chest. He dare not speak, no other Windwhisperer need to hear this, but at the same time he wasn't sure if he even could if he wanted to. The pleasure was immeasurable.
Bryon prided himself on his work always and this was no different. Skillfully and slowly he worked Lorsan's body, like it was an extention of his own, never bringing himself to studder or choke. Smoothly and cleanly, Bryon worked along Lorsan and he let his hands run along Lorsan's side, almost tickling him, but never to the point of actually doing so, just further stimulating his last senses. And then he felt Lorsan's body spasm, the muscles contracting in his mouth and tasting the sweet nector that flowed out. He savored the absolutely euphoric gasping sigh that Lorsan let out involuntarily and smiled as he pulled his mouth off of him.
Lorsan leaning against the back of the seat was lost, mentally drifting between his heartbeat and silence. It was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. His breath shaking he could barely move, his ears ringing like he had just been hit by a cart. He felt his hearing slowly return to normal as Bryon had slipped the ear muffs off.
"T-that... that was incredible." Lorsan managed after a moment of catching his breath.
Bryon responded, helping Lorson cover back up and sitting back down next to him. "Yes, cutting away our greatest asset leaves us incredibly vulnerable, but also open to these new experiences." Pulling the blindfold off, Lorsan rapidly blinks in the light. "You're not going to tell any one about this, are you? If Lyca found out...".
Bryon sighs, laughing internally at the question glad that Lorsan is still, at the end of the day, Lorsan. "No, my friend. Not until you are ready to tell them yourself." He understood that Lorsan was afraid, that he truely didn't want their friendship or friend dynamic to change, and in time, Lorsan would come to realize that they were close, all 4 of them, no matter what.