27.Oct.18, 05:47 AM
Z’rin didn’t think he could be any happier. He no longer had to worry about when their fling would end, feelings were laid out and accepted, and now they could fully enjoy the other’s company without holding anything back. Oh, and they could get to that consummating their new step in the relationship idea that he was very strongly looking forward to and it seemed N’mor felt the same when his shirt vanished. He buried a hand in N’mor’s hair as they kissed, and he marvelled at how something they did regularly could feel so different now that it was more than just a part of sex but conveying deeper emotions.
He started reaching for the band of N’mor’s pants but stopped and grinned at his lover when he broke away from the kiss. “The bedroom,” he prompted and took N’mor by the hand to lead him to what was essentially the cleanest area of his unused weyr. The amount of dust that had accumulated over the months he was gone was astounding, though his daughter swore she came by sometimes to make sure all was well. Besides, while they were used to having sex on any surface, the bed was comfiest and Z’rin wanted to keep them there as long as possible before a bath, packing, and moving home with N’mor.
When they reached the bedroom, Z’rin took his pleasure in giving a slow strip tease that had him smirking mischievously the entire time before he turned his skills to N’mor, dropping to his knees before the bronzerider to both help him out of the obstacles and eye his prize he had unwrapped. Z’rin had never been shy about his loving of giving head and knew N’mor enjoyed receiving it just as much and he set about showcasing his skills without hesitation.
At the tell-tale signs he was doing his job well, Z’rin pulled back and grinned up at N’mor, wondering if he wanted to finish in his mouth or move on to sex. “Want me to finish you off?” He asked and punctuated the offer with one long slow lick up his shaft, “and then work you hard again as you tell me which position you want me in first.”
He started reaching for the band of N’mor’s pants but stopped and grinned at his lover when he broke away from the kiss. “The bedroom,” he prompted and took N’mor by the hand to lead him to what was essentially the cleanest area of his unused weyr. The amount of dust that had accumulated over the months he was gone was astounding, though his daughter swore she came by sometimes to make sure all was well. Besides, while they were used to having sex on any surface, the bed was comfiest and Z’rin wanted to keep them there as long as possible before a bath, packing, and moving home with N’mor.
When they reached the bedroom, Z’rin took his pleasure in giving a slow strip tease that had him smirking mischievously the entire time before he turned his skills to N’mor, dropping to his knees before the bronzerider to both help him out of the obstacles and eye his prize he had unwrapped. Z’rin had never been shy about his loving of giving head and knew N’mor enjoyed receiving it just as much and he set about showcasing his skills without hesitation.
At the tell-tale signs he was doing his job well, Z’rin pulled back and grinned up at N’mor, wondering if he wanted to finish in his mouth or move on to sex. “Want me to finish you off?” He asked and punctuated the offer with one long slow lick up his shaft, “and then work you hard again as you tell me which position you want me in first.”