28.Oct.18, 09:38 AM
N’mor choked on a laugh at Z’rin’s quip about adding someone extra to their bedroom, and he shook his head in amusement. He’d actually never considered adding anyone else to their bedroom adventures, and he honestly wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea! On the one hand, it could certainly be interesting, and probably a lot of fun. On the other hand, well… Technically N’mor didn’t have another hand… the bronzerider snorted, the reaction falling in nicely with the quip he knew Z’rin would have about dragonriders and Holders.
A wicked smirk claimed N’mor’s features, and he leaned forward to press a playful kiss to Z’rin’s lips. The quip about women had the younger man’s nose scrunching up and he shook his head. He would never prevent Rhezalth from giving chase to any gold he wanted (or green, if the fancy took him) but that didn’t mean N’mor wanted to think about what that would imply for him. The promise from Z’rin did make him give a crooked smile, though, and he gasped, humming in the positive to the ridiculous question Z’rin asked of him.
“Always,” N’mor teased, lusty and eager as his hand travelled so he could bury his fingers in Z’rin’s dark hair, pulling his head down to steal his mouth – it was doing far too much talking, anyway! – in an eager kiss. Naturally, Z’rin had to try to get in the last word, and N’mor grinned brightly up at the bluerider, having this time broken the kiss himself. “Show me,” demand or request, N’mor decided to let Z’rin figure out which it was. For the moment, he was enjoying being more submissive; it was so different from their usual times together, but didn’t feel weird to N’mor – though he had expected it to.
A wicked smirk claimed N’mor’s features, and he leaned forward to press a playful kiss to Z’rin’s lips. The quip about women had the younger man’s nose scrunching up and he shook his head. He would never prevent Rhezalth from giving chase to any gold he wanted (or green, if the fancy took him) but that didn’t mean N’mor wanted to think about what that would imply for him. The promise from Z’rin did make him give a crooked smile, though, and he gasped, humming in the positive to the ridiculous question Z’rin asked of him.
“Always,” N’mor teased, lusty and eager as his hand travelled so he could bury his fingers in Z’rin’s dark hair, pulling his head down to steal his mouth – it was doing far too much talking, anyway! – in an eager kiss. Naturally, Z’rin had to try to get in the last word, and N’mor grinned brightly up at the bluerider, having this time broken the kiss himself. “Show me,” demand or request, N’mor decided to let Z’rin figure out which it was. For the moment, he was enjoying being more submissive; it was so different from their usual times together, but didn’t feel weird to N’mor – though he had expected it to.