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16.Oct.18, 06:35 AM
Z'rin pouted just as playfully as the reprimand came then sighed and moved away from his lover to figure out the best way to start one of the exercises. He had been dreading this moment as much as he was excited he was at this point. It meant he was closer to a full recovery and he was ready for that. He was never an overly active man but being stuck in a bed for weeks and then barely able to hobble around when his back was healed but leg still bound was horrible. He was fairly certain he'd have nightmares about being tied to a bed or wearing casts on both legs as he tried to escape a monster. Or fires. As far as he knew, any nightmares brought on by the fire hadn't roused N'mor from sleep or brought about any suspicion that he might have trouble sleeping at times.
But they were there for his leg, not his mind --it'd be so easy to make a joke about N'mor never being interested in that to begin with but Z'rin knew that wasn't true, at least not now, maybe never. He got into position for the first exercise and with N'mor cheering him on and sometimes pushing him harder, he worked through each routine, gritting his teeth by the end of it. He honestly thought it would be easy and blow right through each move, but he tired quickly from the lack of movement over the weeks and his leg muscles protested at the constant abuse. He nearly gave up at one point but N'mor had said the right thing that kept him pushing on.
He was tired and frustrated, but relieved. It was over! Then he realised he was only done for the day and he returned to frustration and a sense that he couldn't do it again. Maybe he'd get lucky and only have the limp for the rest of his life if he didn't keep it up? But the thought of having a fragile leg that could break if he climbed down Varralath wrong was doing a pretty damn good job at motivating him to recover. N'mor cheering him on helped, as did his reward for doing well.
Z'rin sank down and slid his arms around N'mor's waist, letting go of the tension that had built up in him from the work out would have been easy to do if he was the dominant partner and could initiate a little rough play to release everything he was feeling. But he wasn't, and he was fine with that, though every so often he did wonder if N'mor would go for it. Likely not. The man was gay but still a bronzerider and they had control issues. Besides, while he enjoyed both positions, Z'rin knew he wasn't that wild in bed and wouldn't use someone just so he could get rid of some of the energy thrumming through his body and purge himself of some emotions.
From what he saw at the camp that night, Z'rin was fairly certain Casa wouldn't object to being used like that if she got off as well and thinking back to that night, his mind was blown all over again. Learning how kinky some of the people he thought to be reserved were was as much of a shock as the actual herb was. He had been so sore for days after that but it had been worth it with how amazing that night had been.
"You know," he grinned at N'mor as he pulled away from the kiss, reaching behind him with a foot to find the small ledge to sit on when soaking. Once it was found, he pulled N'mor over to it, sat down, and pulled the bronzerider down to straddle his lap so touching and kissing could continue if it should want to. "I think we should get a drink from Casa to celebrate when I ditch the cane. Barricade the door, two large dragons blocking the ledge, and hours of nothing but pleasure to occupy ourselves with." He ran a hand down N'mor's chest as he spoke and once he finished, grasped his lover's shaft as a hint that he was fine with giving demonstrations of things that could happen that night.
But they were there for his leg, not his mind --it'd be so easy to make a joke about N'mor never being interested in that to begin with but Z'rin knew that wasn't true, at least not now, maybe never. He got into position for the first exercise and with N'mor cheering him on and sometimes pushing him harder, he worked through each routine, gritting his teeth by the end of it. He honestly thought it would be easy and blow right through each move, but he tired quickly from the lack of movement over the weeks and his leg muscles protested at the constant abuse. He nearly gave up at one point but N'mor had said the right thing that kept him pushing on.
He was tired and frustrated, but relieved. It was over! Then he realised he was only done for the day and he returned to frustration and a sense that he couldn't do it again. Maybe he'd get lucky and only have the limp for the rest of his life if he didn't keep it up? But the thought of having a fragile leg that could break if he climbed down Varralath wrong was doing a pretty damn good job at motivating him to recover. N'mor cheering him on helped, as did his reward for doing well.
Z'rin sank down and slid his arms around N'mor's waist, letting go of the tension that had built up in him from the work out would have been easy to do if he was the dominant partner and could initiate a little rough play to release everything he was feeling. But he wasn't, and he was fine with that, though every so often he did wonder if N'mor would go for it. Likely not. The man was gay but still a bronzerider and they had control issues. Besides, while he enjoyed both positions, Z'rin knew he wasn't that wild in bed and wouldn't use someone just so he could get rid of some of the energy thrumming through his body and purge himself of some emotions.
From what he saw at the camp that night, Z'rin was fairly certain Casa wouldn't object to being used like that if she got off as well and thinking back to that night, his mind was blown all over again. Learning how kinky some of the people he thought to be reserved were was as much of a shock as the actual herb was. He had been so sore for days after that but it had been worth it with how amazing that night had been.
"You know," he grinned at N'mor as he pulled away from the kiss, reaching behind him with a foot to find the small ledge to sit on when soaking. Once it was found, he pulled N'mor over to it, sat down, and pulled the bronzerider down to straddle his lap so touching and kissing could continue if it should want to. "I think we should get a drink from Casa to celebrate when I ditch the cane. Barricade the door, two large dragons blocking the ledge, and hours of nothing but pleasure to occupy ourselves with." He ran a hand down N'mor's chest as he spoke and once he finished, grasped his lover's shaft as a hint that he was fine with giving demonstrations of things that could happen that night.
