02.Jul.18, 11:15 PM
N’mor stared up at the ceiling, sprawled across the couch with his head resting on Z’rin’s thighs. He could feel the bluerider’s fingers combing through his hair and honestly, the whole effect was rather entrancing. N’mor had gone out of his way to avoid everyone since well, that happened. He’d refused to let his friends visit him and had only gone down to the kitchens when he knew he’d be left alone. Honestly, Z’rin was the first person he’d interacted with in what felt like forever, and he’d only ended up with the man sitting on his couch because Rhezalth had manipulated the situation.
When the blue had contacted Rhezalth, the bronze had invited the other dragon to land on his ledge with him – he was lonely too! – and that Z’rin could enter from there. Thus Rhezalth was currently and contentedly curled up beside the blue dragon. N’mor had been started when Z’rin had walked in casually, the bronzerider having been involved in his daily exercises – sit ups, as the case was when the bluerider entered – and he’d stared at Z’rin blankly for several moments before sighing and standing up to greet the other man.
Unlike their usual encounters, which involved a lot of rapid stripping and great sex, N’mor had simply given Z’rin a light kiss to the cheek that had successfully conveyed his lack of interest in sex, and gotten the bluerider a glass of wine and settled him on the couch they usually used for more nefarious encounters. Then he’d gone and gotten himself a glass before wandering back. N’mor hadn’t actually said anything in all that time, though he’d gone from sitting quietly beside Z’rin to stretching out on the couch and using the other man’s lap as a pillow.
N’mor didn’t know what to say, and he wasn’t sure where he stood in Z’rin’s life; were they friends? Were they just fuck buddies? Was Z’rin just hanging around in case N’mor changed his mind and decided he did want to get laid? Was he looking for a way to leave? Frowning, N’mor sighed irritably and shifted his gaze to look up at Z’rin, finding the bluerider looking down at him. Probably from his sigh, he decided, and N’mor studied him for a few moments. “What do you want from this?” A pause. “Us,” he clarified, still frowning as he considered Z’rin. Finding out what the bluerider wanted would be a good indication of where to go, right?
When the blue had contacted Rhezalth, the bronze had invited the other dragon to land on his ledge with him – he was lonely too! – and that Z’rin could enter from there. Thus Rhezalth was currently and contentedly curled up beside the blue dragon. N’mor had been started when Z’rin had walked in casually, the bronzerider having been involved in his daily exercises – sit ups, as the case was when the bluerider entered – and he’d stared at Z’rin blankly for several moments before sighing and standing up to greet the other man.
Unlike their usual encounters, which involved a lot of rapid stripping and great sex, N’mor had simply given Z’rin a light kiss to the cheek that had successfully conveyed his lack of interest in sex, and gotten the bluerider a glass of wine and settled him on the couch they usually used for more nefarious encounters. Then he’d gone and gotten himself a glass before wandering back. N’mor hadn’t actually said anything in all that time, though he’d gone from sitting quietly beside Z’rin to stretching out on the couch and using the other man’s lap as a pillow.
N’mor didn’t know what to say, and he wasn’t sure where he stood in Z’rin’s life; were they friends? Were they just fuck buddies? Was Z’rin just hanging around in case N’mor changed his mind and decided he did want to get laid? Was he looking for a way to leave? Frowning, N’mor sighed irritably and shifted his gaze to look up at Z’rin, finding the bluerider looking down at him. Probably from his sigh, he decided, and N’mor studied him for a few moments. “What do you want from this?” A pause. “Us,” he clarified, still frowning as he considered Z’rin. Finding out what the bluerider wanted would be a good indication of where to go, right?