Zavien
He feels like he's getting the core message of communication which is something he slowly takes to heart - even as he's unable to say more than one word through the brightening red of his cheeks. "Okay." The word is a mumble more than anything, especially as another question comes to mind of the how - other than the obvious of asking. As much as he doesn't want to ask, Zavien knows that it's with the sole purpose of Lena in mind and he puts aside his pride with a blushing rub at his neck. "And do I - do I just check with my - fingers? " He's vaguely familiar with the concept of 'fingering,' but it's not something he even pretends to understand, least of all in the process or etiquette.
Ears and thighs are a little less 'intimate' sounding, and Zavien nods his head to acknowledge the snippets of information. "Stick to kissing. Got it." At least that's something he knows, although he'll have to see exactly how that looks in the moment, hopefully taking cues from Lena.
Ears and thighs are a little less 'intimate' sounding, and Zavien nods his head to acknowledge the snippets of information. "Stick to kissing. Got it." At least that's something he knows, although he'll have to see exactly how that looks in the moment, hopefully taking cues from Lena.
You don't have to prove anyone wrong.
You just have to prove yourself right.
You just have to prove yourself right.
