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27.Oct.18, 07:59 AM
“I’m sure,” N’mor murmured softly, pale gaze still locked on Z’rin, watching the way his lover’s features had chopped and changed as he processed the short words he had given him just moments before. He was intrigued by the show of emotions, but also the reply he got. N’mor’s eyebrows lifted slightly and the corner of his lip twitched at the admission. The final question, though, had N’mor cringing with an expression of such guilt and he dropped his gaze, nodding once. “Just once,” he whispered, looking up, worried, before adding a quiet “months ago.” He waited, to see if Z’rin would want more information.
N’mor had just enough time to shift uncomfortably, unsure if Z’rin wanted more information or was just processing, unsure what the bluerider was feeling (mostly because he was refusing to look at him) when Z’rin tilted N’mor’s head and claimed his lips. It took several long moments before N’mor was able to let go of the guilt he was feeling and slowly get swept back up into the joy, lust and love they’d been wrapped in before the question and admission. Maybe they’d discuss it later, or maybe it would never be brought up again – N’mor didn’t know, and as he responded to the kisses and let Z’rin ease him back onto the bed, N’mor let the worry go – for now, anyway.
When he and T’ryn had fucked, even though it was N’mor that had received, it had been he who had taken – he had been the one in control, the one directing everything that happened, and while he certainly wasn’t thinking about it in the present moment, N’mor knew he’d been the one that dictated everything with his friend. It was, he had accepted a while back, his fault they’d had a falling out. But now, with Z’rin, N’mor released all control, letting the bluerider choose the pace, the position; he thrilled in the experience, pressing desperate, begging kisses to his – his – bluerider’s lips as he writhed below him.
N’mor came with a soft gasp, mangling his lover’s name as he arched, limbs wrapped around Z’rin. He relaxed slowly, sinking down into the mattress and staring up at Z’rin deliriously, completely oblivious to where the bluerider was on for his own release; it wasn’t that he didn’t care, he did, he just didn’t have much in the way of a functioning brain as responded to the kiss given to him, murmuring something that was probably a declaration of love, but got lost in the kiss.
N’mor had just enough time to shift uncomfortably, unsure if Z’rin wanted more information or was just processing, unsure what the bluerider was feeling (mostly because he was refusing to look at him) when Z’rin tilted N’mor’s head and claimed his lips. It took several long moments before N’mor was able to let go of the guilt he was feeling and slowly get swept back up into the joy, lust and love they’d been wrapped in before the question and admission. Maybe they’d discuss it later, or maybe it would never be brought up again – N’mor didn’t know, and as he responded to the kisses and let Z’rin ease him back onto the bed, N’mor let the worry go – for now, anyway.
When he and T’ryn had fucked, even though it was N’mor that had received, it had been he who had taken – he had been the one in control, the one directing everything that happened, and while he certainly wasn’t thinking about it in the present moment, N’mor knew he’d been the one that dictated everything with his friend. It was, he had accepted a while back, his fault they’d had a falling out. But now, with Z’rin, N’mor released all control, letting the bluerider choose the pace, the position; he thrilled in the experience, pressing desperate, begging kisses to his – his – bluerider’s lips as he writhed below him.
N’mor came with a soft gasp, mangling his lover’s name as he arched, limbs wrapped around Z’rin. He relaxed slowly, sinking down into the mattress and staring up at Z’rin deliriously, completely oblivious to where the bluerider was on for his own release; it wasn’t that he didn’t care, he did, he just didn’t have much in the way of a functioning brain as responded to the kiss given to him, murmuring something that was probably a declaration of love, but got lost in the kiss.
