[ The significance of certain dates and the passage of time have been of little concern to Berserker for a very long time -- he knows of the old celebrations and traditions, of course, but he found little purpose for them. His indifference to most things extended to them, though that has changed. Many things have changed since his time here...Maybe indulging in those old traditions would be another thing that change.
But...there's a more pressing matter to address right now. He feels Diarmuid's weight on the couch first, looking at him without turning his head. He, too, has been growing more comfortable with physical affection from his Bondmates, both giving and receiving. The kiss to his throat draws a quiet gasp from the dragon; while he might be more used to affection like this, it still holds an unmistakeable thrill. Berserker puts an arm around the witch and draws him that much closer. ]
Right here? [ He teases before kissing him, open mouthed and eager. ]
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But...there's a more pressing matter to address right now. He feels Diarmuid's weight on the couch first, looking at him without turning his head. He, too, has been growing more comfortable with physical affection from his Bondmates, both giving and receiving. The kiss to his throat draws a quiet gasp from the dragon; while he might be more used to affection like this, it still holds an unmistakeable thrill. Berserker puts an arm around the witch and draws him that much closer. ]
Right here? [ He teases before kissing him, open mouthed and eager. ]