Zavien
Despite his very limited experience, Zavien knows enough to recognize what Thorn is describing as foreplay. His mother may not have given him any lessons or tips about her profession, but working with a bunch of horny young men means that he hears more than enough terms and details of the general progression of things during their 'conquests' (and yes, he blushes the entire time). It makes it easier to understand what Thorn explains, even if he doesn't know the particulars, and he nods his head. "That makes sense."
Content to 'start from the bottom,' Zavien watches as the man scoots closer, blushing at the bright smile that spreads across his face. It's impossible not to understand his meaning - words or body language. He imagines Thorn 'showing' him how lovers might touch or caress - meant to pleasure and excite - and it appeals to him about as much as being shown how to kiss by a grandma. Zavien doesn't shift away, but he stiffens a little, immediately knowing his decision.
Laughing lightly, he rubs a hand on the back of his neck. "As much as I like you, Thorn, I'm not sure I could look at you the same if you showed me, and I think it might have the entirely wrong effect." Not that he would see or treat Thorn any differently, but he'd probably have difficulty getting past his own embarrassment of Thorn having seen him in such a way; plus, he'd probably be too tense for the examples to do anything more than make him laugh before exploding in a fiery blaze of mortification.
Zavien gives him a blushing grin to soften the rejection of the kind offer. "Maybe just tell me for now." Perhaps he would follow along or take visual pointers to help with understanding, but that was the extent of his willingness to experiment in the middle of the Archives.
Content to 'start from the bottom,' Zavien watches as the man scoots closer, blushing at the bright smile that spreads across his face. It's impossible not to understand his meaning - words or body language. He imagines Thorn 'showing' him how lovers might touch or caress - meant to pleasure and excite - and it appeals to him about as much as being shown how to kiss by a grandma. Zavien doesn't shift away, but he stiffens a little, immediately knowing his decision.
Laughing lightly, he rubs a hand on the back of his neck. "As much as I like you, Thorn, I'm not sure I could look at you the same if you showed me, and I think it might have the entirely wrong effect." Not that he would see or treat Thorn any differently, but he'd probably have difficulty getting past his own embarrassment of Thorn having seen him in such a way; plus, he'd probably be too tense for the examples to do anything more than make him laugh before exploding in a fiery blaze of mortification.
Zavien gives him a blushing grin to soften the rejection of the kind offer. "Maybe just tell me for now." Perhaps he would follow along or take visual pointers to help with understanding, but that was the extent of his willingness to experiment in the middle of the Archives.
You don't have to prove anyone wrong.
You just have to prove yourself right.
You just have to prove yourself right.
