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RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Zavien - 03-29-2026
His tongue drew over his lips as if he might find physical evidence of the effect she had. There was a lingering heat, a tingle of an echo where her lips had moved and molded perfectly in his. Every breath skimmed where their mouths had touched, his body suddenly alive over something as simple as a kiss, one he wanted to replay over and over.
A crooked smile spread across his face. Even if she couldn't see it, the airy tone of his voice had darkened, a tinge of mischief breaking through as he groaned. [say]"I don't think that was enough proof."[/say] Zavien kissed her again, unable to think logically when she was infiltrating his every thought, his every sense. He'd never felt so comfortable or intimately seen, never so understood or perfectly cared for. She'd managed to soothe and cherish his heart without a single sign of effort, and then easily slip into jokes and playful banter that lifted him from the darkness. He could feel himself falling, falling faster than he could catch his breath, the same breath he was pouring into her like he didn't need it anymore. He'd found something else to sustain him.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Sohalia - 03-29-2026
Soh’s gaze flickered down to his lips and back as she leaned almost imperceptibly closer, breath catching in her throat at the crooked smile that promised so much more. She didn’t say a word; she didn’t need to, because he was already kissing her again. A more logical mind than hers might have been smug, might have come up with some playfully snarky response - but Soh’s mind had stilled, lulled into a sense of safety that came from being well and truly cherished. The only thing that mattered was Zavien.
His grip on her had loosened enough for her to wriggle her arms free; without breaking the kiss, she shifted until she was practically on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Nothing, she thought giddily, could be better than this. Never before had she felt so understood, so desired, so loved. It didn’t seem to matter that they hadn’t said the words - what mattered was the way he made her feel. And the way he made her feel was indescribable.
Every nerve ending felt alive and electric, every movement of his lips against hers sparking more desire. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. Gods, but this was a special kind of torment: wanting him so badly and yet knowing that it would be better to wait - if she could bear to pull herself away.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Zavien - 03-29-2026
The grip he had on her slackened, prioritizing where their lips connected over whatever control he'd had over her. He leaned forward just enough to keep the contact, to press his feelings into her lips even as she moved to face him more properly. When she settled, his hands fell naturally to her back and waist, bracing her there as he angled his head up like a man gasping for air, desperately seeking more.
Soh tugged him closer, the kiss turning insistent as it sparked something deeper in both of them. He was distantly aware of a similar situation earlier, of how they'd barely managed to separate themselves before. What little self-control he'd had then felt like an ocean in comparison to the barren drop remaining. Concerns of misunderstandings and misconceptions feeling like pathetic excuses when his emotions were running so high, the recent vulnerability having already left him stripped of defenses. One hand moved up to her hair, tangling into the strands as he cradled her neck, the other willing her body to press into him, wanting to feel her as clearly as when she'd held his heart in her hands.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Sohalia - 03-29-2026
Zavien’s hands dropped to her waist, bracing against her hip and back as he willingly met her desire, but rather than sating her, it only served to heighten her need. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him fervently, passion sparking in a wanton way that left her breathless. This was dangerous, the potent combination of emotional connection and physical desire destroying any scraps of self-control that remained. Just now, she couldn’t think of any valid reason to stop.
When one of his hands moved to tangle in her hair, cradling her neck as the other pressed her closer, Soh made a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, craving more contact. She’d never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted Zavien in that moment, and she knew it all came down to connection. No one had ever seen her the way he did, had ever tried to know her the way he wanted. Where her love life previously had felt like walking over cracking glass, now she felt more secure than ever before, and that was enough to have her throwing caution to the wind.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Zavien - 03-29-2026
What had once been warmth was catching kindling, small embers fanning into small flames that were spreading greedily through his body. If he didn't stop now it would be an inferno, consuming them both. But he wanted so desperately to feel the burn, to show her the blazing desire she sparked in him as she made that small sound in the back of her throat.
He tightened his hold, moaning her name between the press of their lips. [say]"Soh."[/say] It was a warning, a prayer, a promise, a declaration, a swear, a confession. He didn't know what it was as it rumbled from his chest, but he knew one thing so clearly that it sharpened inevitably in his mind: he wanted her. He wanted Soh in every sense of the word, and despite all the flowery words up to this point, his control was slipping. In fact, it was already tumbling off the cliff, but he was willing to dive after it should she ask.
Zavien sucked in a searing breath, voice threadbare as he strained, [say]"Tell me to stop and I will."[/say] He said the words. He meant the words. But every inch of him was rising to meet her, begging her to say the opposite.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Sohalia - 03-29-2026
Her name was on his lips, a moan that meant so many things at once, and she heard them all, her mind scrambling to overcome the fire that had been stoked from the first moment their lips touched. She wanted this, wanted him, so badly that the flames threatened to consume her. And she would let them - let him - burn her alive if it came to that.
But it wouldn’t, because despite the raging inferno, she trusted Zavien to keep her safe. And, as it turned out, that trust was well-placed.
Tell me to stop and I will, he said, and she wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling. Every inch of her being was begging for more, and yet his strangled words gave her enough pause to remember why they hadn’t already leapt into bed together. They’d made a promise to build a relationship on more than just good sex - and despite the heat and the need and the voice in the back of her mind begging him not to stop, she fully intended to honor that promise.
But that didn’t mean that the primal part of her that needed him now wasn’t going to put up a fight. [say]”I don’t want to,”[/say] she admitted, her words a gasp against his lips. She kissed him again, briefly. [say]”I don’t want to, but I will -“[/say] she tried again, pressing her forehead once more to his, mirroring the encounter from earlier. Her fingers were still tangled in his hair, her body still pressed closely to his, her desire tangling up her thoughts until she no longer knew what she needed or wanted. She needed to keep going. She wanted to stop. No, that wasn’t right - was it?
[say]”Zavien -“[/say] she murmured, voice strained. [say]”- I don’t think I can tell you to stop.”[/say] She was asking, begging, for his help, but whether that meant stopping or not remained to be seen.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Zavien - 03-29-2026
'I don't want to.'
The arguments were quickly failing, the fail safes falling apart faster than he'd anticipated. For all the claims of self-control and wanting to do things 'right,' he was starting to redefine what that meant in his mind. This felt right. Soh felt right. And she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. This wasn't some fleeting impulse or whirlwind fling with an expiration date. They both wanted more than that. What was the harm in giving in now? They'd proven their emotional compatibility. Hell, he'd shared more with her today than he had anyone in years, and she'd met each confession with a gracious heart, pulling him closer and promising nothing but support.
Their foreheads pressed together and Zavien heard the strain in her voice, felt the pleading in her tone as they both fought against their 'better nature.' Why was he torturing them like this? What more did he need before he was confident she wouldn't regret this? What more did he need to believe this was more than just sexual attraction?
To hell with it all.
He straightened, tilting the power dynamic as if he were on the brink of breaching something more. His head still pressed to hers, his mouth angling just enough so that their swollen lips nearly brushed, close enough that she could taste his words as much as hear them. [say]"Then tell me not to."[/say] If she said the words, he would push it all aside. If she said the words, he would give her everything.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Sohalia - 03-30-2026
Self-control was a passing fancy. Whatever restraint Soh had shown earlier was long gone now, as evidenced by the way she held herself frozen, poised somewhere between what was right and what was easy, except this just happened to be both. She wanted to honor their prior words. She really did. But it didn’t feel that simple when everything between them felt like the stars aligning.
She felt the shift in Zavien before he spoke. He straightened, and Soh lost all semblance of control over the situation, her fingers slipping from his hair as her hands cupped his face. His mouth was so close to brushing hers that she could taste him, her own lips parting almost of their own volition as he seemed to come to a decision, inviting her to tell him not to stop. A shiver of anticipation raced up her spine, and yet she still searched his face, silver eyes molten and shining. She wanted to give in. Everything in her sang at the thought, eagerly awaiting the inevitable.
And yet…
[say]”Are you sure?”[/say] she murmured against his lips. One last chance, she thought. One last chance to stop while they still could. It felt like a momentous decision, like if they stepped off this ledge, there would be no going back - and while Soh was ready, body aching for the pleasure - and more than that, the connection - that was sure to follow, she didn’t want Zavien to regret it. To regret her. She didn’t want to be weak if he needed her to be stronger than her desire.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Zavien - 03-30-2026
His eyes met hers, green meeting silver like a storm on the horizon, about to break. Everything braced for it, preparing, anticipating, but as she whispered the question into the air, the wind paused, the calm before the storm, a cool breeze before the heat. It shifted something in him, calming the raging desire enough for him to give her the attention the question deserved.
Zavien released his hold on her hair, sliding down to bracket her waist gently in his hands, no longer rushed or greedy as time seemed to still. He took a slow breath, organizing his thoughts before he gave them voice, refusing to break eye contact as he said, [say]"Soh, I like you for more reasons than I can count - gods, I might even - "[/say] he cut off with a sharp inhale, not ready to say it aloud for multiple reasons that he wouldn't ruin the moment for. His head lowered, his forehead inadvertently leaning against hers, hoping she understood more than he was able to say with words. [say]"As long as you believe that - believe without a doubt that my feelings for you are not dependent on sex,"[/say] he paused, letting his words sink in, for her to process whether she trusted the emotions, that they weren't conditional or confused with the physical components, that he was thinking as clearly as he could with her in his arms, [say]"then if you'll let me, I'd like to show you how our first time should have gone."[/say]
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Sohalia - 03-30-2026
For a moment, Soh thought that she’d given him enough pause to break the moment, to douse the flames that she’d stoked between them. He was going to stop, and she couldn’t bring herself to blame him, even as a small part of her mind flickered with disappointment. This was still so new, things were moving so fast - maybe he wasn’t sure -
But then he spoke, and her breath caught in her throat at the almost admission, her own feelings so similar that it took her breath away. How had she gotten so lucky as to find someone who could understand her - and who she could understand in return - so well? Someone who might even -
But she was getting ahead of herself. A slow, sensual smile spread over her face as she gazed into Zavien’s eyes. She didn’t need to hear him say it yet. They had all the time in the world to develop those feelings, to make sure that when it was said, that it was well and truly felt. But she didn’t have to stop to question his feelings either, confident that he cared for her as she cared for him - and that their connection went deeper than sex.
[say]”I believe that with all my heart,”[/say] she whispered back, giddy and confident and sure. Stroking her thumbs along his cheekbones, she tilted her head so that her lips just barely brushed his. [say]”So as long as you believe the same of me… then don’t stop.”[/say]
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Zavien - 03-30-2026
Her smile could light fire on water. Affection blossomed in his chest, pure and thrilling enough to make him hope. The soothing timbre of her voice and soft brush of her fingers felt like they were wiping away any doubts, leaving his conscious clear to act the moment she gave permission.
[say]"I believe you,"[/say] he whispered, the word sealed with a soft, tender kiss against her lips. The rush was gone, giving way to the slow, molten drip of something sweeter, hotter than before. It didn't steal or burn but poured out of him like an offering at her feet, a love song written on his tongue.
He sat up fully now, alert and fully focused on the task at hand. He wanted to take his time, to appreciate the woman in his arms, to appreciate the pivotal moment. Nothing he did was fast, his hands working to guide her directly onto his lap now, slipping casually beneath her shirt as his mouth moved leisurely over hers, tasting and cherishing every inch she gave him. Slowly, he hooked her shirt on his thumbs, asking permission with a gentle tug, wanting to give her more.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Sohalia - 03-30-2026
He believed her.
Her heart sang, its song evident in the brilliance of her smile, shining even after he sealed his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss. This wasn’t like the desperate desire of a few minutes before. This was a carefully tended flame being coaxed to life, lighting a spark of hope and adoration in Soh’s chest that she knew would burn far beyond the context of this moment.
Her arms slipped easily back around his neck as he sat up, shifting her until she was directly on his lap. His hands slipped beneath the fabric of her shirt, fingertips ghosting over skin and raising goosebumps in their wake. He moved slowly, leisurely, as though they had all the time in the world - and they did. There was no rush, no pressure. There was just them and their care for one another, and the promise of everything with each movement of their lips.
And when his thumbs hooked into the hem in a silent request, Soh readily moved to allow Zavien to remove the garment. Cool air brushed bare skin as she reluctantly broke the kiss just long enough for him to tug her shirt over her head, returning to him as soon as it disappeared. She kissed him eagerly, a lingering smile on her lips that he could surely taste.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Zavien - 03-30-2026
His fingers were light, skimming and delicate over her skin as he lifted her shirt to toss it aside. Zavien took a deep breath as they parted, like a man coming up for air, preparing to dive deeper the moment his head dipped below the surface. And when they met again, it was with renewed affection, as if they'd been apart for more than a heartbeat, drinking her in better than any fine liquor.
Although unskilled with the removal of bras, he gave it a valiant effort, his determination and calm demeanor giving the impression that he might have more experience than expected; but as his fingers met the clasp, they fumbled and fidgeted, trying and failing to figure out the mechanism while he smiled a laugh into their kiss. In the midst of all the sensual trailing of skin and sucking of lips, it felt silly to get tripped up over something. Just as he was about to give up, it gave way, falling down her front where he caught and discarded it somewhere irrelevant, the strap nearly catching on his arm.
Palms fell back to her waist, one curling around to her spine as he pulled her closer. Only once she was securely braced against him did Zavien shift them in the pillow nest, partially rolling onto his knees, Soh hanging below him so he could lower her softly into the cushioned embrace of the pillows. He planted another lingering kiss on her lips, achingly tender as he pulled back long enough to strip off his own shirt, then resumed his adoring ministrations along her mouth. The kiss was broken into smaller, momentary brushes as he began trailing them off to the side of her neck.
RE: i wanna be your last first kiss - Sohalia - 03-30-2026
Her shirt ended up somewhere; she neither knew nor cared where. Zavien’s lips were warm and adoring against hers, his hands leaving lingering sparks everywhere they touched. He reached for her bra, fumbling with the clasp, but this wasn’t like last time. They weren’t impatient or demanding; their movements were slower, more intentional. Soh smiled into his kiss as he huffed a laugh against her lips. If anything, it made her more comfortable, like maybe she didn’t have to be perfect, either. That this could be perfectly imperfect, and that would be exactly what they needed.
His arms cradled her securely to his chest as he rolled them over, laying her gently back onto the cushions beneath them. She propped herself on her elbows as he moved to strip off his shirt, molten silver eyes tracing the hard planes of his torso appreciatively. Gods, she was lucky - in so many ways. Zavien was her friend, her boyfriend, her lover; he may still be learning about her, but she felt that he already knew her, inside and out.
He kissed her lips once more, Soh slipping her arms around his neck and arching her back to pull them closer, until skin on skin was all she was aware of. And then he started to move, trailing kisses down her neck as she tilted her head back to give him better access. Every touch left sparks in its wake, a lingering trail of flames that went all the way to her core. When Zavien stumbled upon a particularly sensitive spot at the base of her neck, her breath hitched, a soft moan falling from her lips. How did he know exactly what to do, exactly how and where to touch her, to elicit the greatest reaction?