This was the first time Zayne was between your legs for reasons other than lust and yearning. He was looking, really paying attention with medical precision. He certianlly wasn't expecting you to ask him, right after an 8 hour shift on a random tuesday, to take a look with a penlight and give you his proffesional opinion on weather or not your anatomy was "normal" or not.
But now he understood why you'd asked. Because your hunch was correct, this wasn't "normal". In his raw desire and need for you, when he was usually between your legs, he somehow, hadn't noticed it. He was much more focused on the way you gasped and trembled for him. But now? he was Doctor Zayne, not sex master Zayne.
"I see what you mean" he muttered, pushing his glasses up with the back of his knuckles, "this isn't a typcial placement... you said it was causing pain?"
"Not all the time. But at certain angles, or if something jabs against that area" you clarified.
He could see why. While it was true that everyones anatomy was different, there was a line between typical and atypical genitalia. Sometimes it's obvious right away, from the moment the person is born and the labour and delivery doctors and nurses get a clear look at the newborn. But sometimes it was sneakier. Not fully visable until puberty or well hidden in a more internal part of the body. Some people go their whole lives not knowing they were atypical; intersex. What he was seeing here, on you - his beloved, was a variation of just that. And now knowing this fact, some other things you'd mentioned in the past about puberty and health hiccups you'd had suddenly made a lot more sense.
His hands were gentle, careful. Not wanting to cause any pain or feel too invasive. There was a diffrence between a touch to cause arousal and a touch to assess a part of the body. His slight presses, methodical prodding and muttering of medical gargan under his breath told you he was taking this seriously. He cared, genuinley cared.
"I would see a specialist, just to be sure. They have the tools for a more through examination... but in my opinion? I think you're right" He said, sitting up straight and setting the penlight asside.
He let you process for a moment. It was clear you already kind of knew something was up down there, but wanted a proffesional's confirmation to be sure. This did change things, the way you went about your health and sex. Perhaps the way you viewed your gender too. But none of that bothered Zayne. He wasn't just a doctor who knew all of this was completely ok and nothing shameful to be and experience. But he was your love. He loved you for you, not your genitals.
"We'll figure it all out. This doesn't change anything between us. Aside from maybe a few positions..." he assured, wrapping an arm around you and giving you an assuring squeeze.
"I know" you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "I love you"
He placed a kiss atop your head, ready to be there for you and with you through whatever this revilation may lead to.
"I love you too. Always."
