Zavien
At least Thorn doesn't laugh, not that he'd been expecting him to, but it's still nice to have a friend that won't make fun of him for the inexperience. Koa would have probably gotten a good laugh out of it before calming enough to give advice, and with how closely he knew Lena, it was bound to be an uncomfortable discussion. Didn't mean he cared for him any less, but he didn't seem like the person to ask these kinds of questions to.
When Thorn's calming voice and soothing finger brush against him, Zavien knows he's made the right choice. He swallows some of the embarrassment, trying to calm the burning in his face as he nods. Right, communication. Honesty. He can do that. It might take him a minute to get the words out, and he might get a literal burn from the flushing of his cheeks, but it's a necessary step and he knows it - even if Lena's probably already guessed at the truth. He has no intentions of pretending to be someone he's not, of pretending like he has any idea what he's doing.
Smiling at Thorn, his laughter is more of a breath, airy with no certainty to ground him. "No no. I think I'd settle for getting the simplest things right. Nothing fancy." It sounds stupid coming from someone of his age, and maybe next time he'll be better prepared to try something more complex - if he makes it through with his pride intact. But there's only one thing he cares about.
Looking away, he runs his hand through his hair again. "I just - I want Lena to" feel good. The words catch in his throat, embarrassment obvious on his face. Taking a deep breath, he finishes instead with "like it." He knows sex can be uncomfortable, but he hates the idea of being the source, and wants to do everything in his power to make it sweet and tender rather than awkward or rushed.
As for what he likes, Zavien stares blankly at Thorn. "I mean, I guess? I don't know. Other than -" His eyes widen a bit, the green going very well with the red of his face as he shifts in his seat, choosing not to finish that particular line of thought. "What does -" He clears his throat again, his expression curious to cover the tension that tries to creep back in. "What does that matter?"
When Thorn's calming voice and soothing finger brush against him, Zavien knows he's made the right choice. He swallows some of the embarrassment, trying to calm the burning in his face as he nods. Right, communication. Honesty. He can do that. It might take him a minute to get the words out, and he might get a literal burn from the flushing of his cheeks, but it's a necessary step and he knows it - even if Lena's probably already guessed at the truth. He has no intentions of pretending to be someone he's not, of pretending like he has any idea what he's doing.
Smiling at Thorn, his laughter is more of a breath, airy with no certainty to ground him. "No no. I think I'd settle for getting the simplest things right. Nothing fancy." It sounds stupid coming from someone of his age, and maybe next time he'll be better prepared to try something more complex - if he makes it through with his pride intact. But there's only one thing he cares about.
Looking away, he runs his hand through his hair again. "I just - I want Lena to" feel good. The words catch in his throat, embarrassment obvious on his face. Taking a deep breath, he finishes instead with "like it." He knows sex can be uncomfortable, but he hates the idea of being the source, and wants to do everything in his power to make it sweet and tender rather than awkward or rushed.
As for what he likes, Zavien stares blankly at Thorn. "I mean, I guess? I don't know. Other than -" His eyes widen a bit, the green going very well with the red of his face as he shifts in his seat, choosing not to finish that particular line of thought. "What does -" He clears his throat again, his expression curious to cover the tension that tries to creep back in. "What does that matter?"
You don't have to prove anyone wrong.
You just have to prove yourself right.
You just have to prove yourself right.
