Bathtime. Perhaps someday it would become a troublesome chore - Khazariath would get larger than he was and it would take longer and longer. Now, though, D'rok enjoyed the intimacy of it, being able to focus on every inch of His' perfect...well..everything! The gleam of hide was a point of pride and D'rok would never feel bad for getting what he'd always wanted - and that he'd been wanted in turn, but there was so much more than that.
Things he'd discovered to be more important in his siblings as each of them had been turned away by their father for chromatic dragons. Perhaps that would keep him from getting a big head.
Khazariath leaned into the young man as he dutifully scrubbed over his side, careful to keep it from looking like too much of a ploy for physical contact - though it absolutely was just that.
Anywhere bothering you in particular? D'rok asked, as though he couldn't feel his dragon's itches through their bond. Khazariath leaned his head up, offering the smalled of brushes of his snout against the boy's chin. Just keep as you are and you'll not need to be told, he answered. Why skip around in the process now?
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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