27.Oct.18, 02:34 AM
“Silly bluerider,” N’mor teased, highly amused and very endeared by Z’rin’s laughter and his comment. If they had met sooner, N’mor was fairly sure Z’rin would be stuck viewing the younger dragonrider as a child instead of an adult, and that would have made everything quite a bit more awkward! Probably the only reason they hadn’t crossed paths more (he assumed they had at some point, because Katila was hardly a big community!) would have been because of their gap in ages; Z’rin had been adopted by the elder weyrbrats, and N’mor knew his own circle of friends had been small even before he lost his arm – after the landslide it had just been himself and T’ryn.
Even though he’d insinuated it with his previous comment, N’mor still glowed with a warm buzz when Z’rin laid out his own cards, and said he loved him, too. The use of his full name caused N’mor to blink in surprise, but his expression melted into a warm smile. He did give a snort of laughter at being called an arrogant brat, and N’mor scrunched his nose up and stuck his tongue out for a brief moment, before laughing softly. “If you want,” N’mor said gently, leaning forward to brush a tender kiss to Z’rin’s lips. “Dad still calls me Indamor sometimes,” he didn’t know why, but he felt like Z’rin might like the piece of information. “But he’s a dork and doesn’t use most people’s honorifics if he knew them well before Impression.” Talian, Valerian, Indamor –. N’mor knew it was a lot to do with knowing the individuals before they Impressed, but mostly it was B’jin’s love affair with his personal full name.
Pressing himself against Z’rin, N’mor breathed his next words gently against the bluerider’s lips. “I think I’d like that,” he added, not wanting Z’rin to feel like he’d be thought as a dork for calling N’mor by his full name (which his father definitely was, thank you, but not Z’rin!) or to feel like N’mor wouldn’t like it. He didn’t have much in the way of nicknames; Nem was used fairly regularly between Rhezalth and T’ryn, but no one else had picked up on it.
Taking his arm from around Z’rin’s neck, N’mor skated his hand gently up the blueriders back, acknowledging but not obsessing over the changes his scaring from the fires caused. Once he reached Z’rin’s shoulder blades, N’mor’s hand slipped round the front and cruised back down, enjoying himself as he went with a little teasing to Z’rin’s nipple. Making his way back to the hem of Z’rin’s shirt, N’mor lifted it gently. Keeping eye contact, N’mor’s expression was as lusty as ever, but softer and his small smile was filled with affection. As the shirt fluttered softly to the ground, N’mor pressed their bare chests together, and stole the bleurider’s lips with a deep kiss.
Even though he’d insinuated it with his previous comment, N’mor still glowed with a warm buzz when Z’rin laid out his own cards, and said he loved him, too. The use of his full name caused N’mor to blink in surprise, but his expression melted into a warm smile. He did give a snort of laughter at being called an arrogant brat, and N’mor scrunched his nose up and stuck his tongue out for a brief moment, before laughing softly. “If you want,” N’mor said gently, leaning forward to brush a tender kiss to Z’rin’s lips. “Dad still calls me Indamor sometimes,” he didn’t know why, but he felt like Z’rin might like the piece of information. “But he’s a dork and doesn’t use most people’s honorifics if he knew them well before Impression.” Talian, Valerian, Indamor –. N’mor knew it was a lot to do with knowing the individuals before they Impressed, but mostly it was B’jin’s love affair with his personal full name.
Pressing himself against Z’rin, N’mor breathed his next words gently against the bluerider’s lips. “I think I’d like that,” he added, not wanting Z’rin to feel like he’d be thought as a dork for calling N’mor by his full name (which his father definitely was, thank you, but not Z’rin!) or to feel like N’mor wouldn’t like it. He didn’t have much in the way of nicknames; Nem was used fairly regularly between Rhezalth and T’ryn, but no one else had picked up on it.
Taking his arm from around Z’rin’s neck, N’mor skated his hand gently up the blueriders back, acknowledging but not obsessing over the changes his scaring from the fires caused. Once he reached Z’rin’s shoulder blades, N’mor’s hand slipped round the front and cruised back down, enjoying himself as he went with a little teasing to Z’rin’s nipple. Making his way back to the hem of Z’rin’s shirt, N’mor lifted it gently. Keeping eye contact, N’mor’s expression was as lusty as ever, but softer and his small smile was filled with affection. As the shirt fluttered softly to the ground, N’mor pressed their bare chests together, and stole the bleurider’s lips with a deep kiss.