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27.Oct.18, 07:00 AM
Z’rin laughed as he was chided for the teasing and was still smiling as he was brought back to his feet for another kiss. He was trying to decide which position they’d start with, maybe from behind, get some of the basic urges out of their systems before moving into something more fitting for their new status. He couldn’t see them being tender all the time, but the passion that was already popping up in simple things like kisses was going to bring about a new level of mind-blowing sex.
Speaking of mind-blowing, Z’rin was fairly certain he misheard N’mor and stared at him a moment to see if any clarification was offered up or a repeat of the few short words. When that didn’t happen and N’mor stayed silent and studied his face, likely for a reaction, he knew he had heard right. How many times over their relationship had he wished N’mor was into flipping positions? He’d never asked the bronzerider to do that, the rules having been laid out the first time they had sex, and he was fine with it. Z’rin took pleasure on both ends and while the few random flights Varralath entered often left him topping his partner, it wasn’t always enough to sate the urge.
Now, he had N’mor offering it up and he wanted to make sure it was genuine. He wasn’t doing it because he felt it was proper now that they were fully committed to each other, was he? Z’rin honestly doubted that thought even entered N’mor’s head as he really wasn’t the sort to do something he didn’t want to do, but he still had to make sure.
Z’rin turned his head enough that he could capture one of those exploring fingers with his mouth and lazily swirled his tongue around the digit before letting it free as he rested his hands on N’mor’s hips. “I’ve wanted to switch with you for a while but I’d never pressure you into it. And I may have secretly masturbated to the idea while I was stuck in the Healers’ wing,” he confided in an exaggerated whisper since it was only the two of them and he wasn’t embarrassed about sex when it came to sharing with N’mor.
“I love what we have and nothing needs to change if you don’t want it to. So are you sure? And have you rode cock before?” Z’rin knew he was N’mor’s first lover but they had never promised to be exclusive and it didn’t bother him that he may not have been the only one feeding that sexual appetite, but he wanted to know, if he got the go ahead, how much he needed to ease N’mor into the act.
Speaking of mind-blowing, Z’rin was fairly certain he misheard N’mor and stared at him a moment to see if any clarification was offered up or a repeat of the few short words. When that didn’t happen and N’mor stayed silent and studied his face, likely for a reaction, he knew he had heard right. How many times over their relationship had he wished N’mor was into flipping positions? He’d never asked the bronzerider to do that, the rules having been laid out the first time they had sex, and he was fine with it. Z’rin took pleasure on both ends and while the few random flights Varralath entered often left him topping his partner, it wasn’t always enough to sate the urge.
Now, he had N’mor offering it up and he wanted to make sure it was genuine. He wasn’t doing it because he felt it was proper now that they were fully committed to each other, was he? Z’rin honestly doubted that thought even entered N’mor’s head as he really wasn’t the sort to do something he didn’t want to do, but he still had to make sure.
Z’rin turned his head enough that he could capture one of those exploring fingers with his mouth and lazily swirled his tongue around the digit before letting it free as he rested his hands on N’mor’s hips. “I’ve wanted to switch with you for a while but I’d never pressure you into it. And I may have secretly masturbated to the idea while I was stuck in the Healers’ wing,” he confided in an exaggerated whisper since it was only the two of them and he wasn’t embarrassed about sex when it came to sharing with N’mor.
“I love what we have and nothing needs to change if you don’t want it to. So are you sure? And have you rode cock before?” Z’rin knew he was N’mor’s first lover but they had never promised to be exclusive and it didn’t bother him that he may not have been the only one feeding that sexual appetite, but he wanted to know, if he got the go ahead, how much he needed to ease N’mor into the act.
