some things in life are undeniable

Koa

Don't take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you

Koa knows she's inexperienced, but had he suspected this to be Soh's first time giving head he might have gone about things a little differently. Alas, they will have to muddle by without further context. "Mmm, fuck yeah," Koa groans as her lips wrap tantalizingly around his tip, teasing each nerve ending with the promise of release.

It's very difficult to keep from pressing her mouth further over his shaft when he wants nothing more than to be swallowed into the back of her throat. But she gets into the rhythm of things, and soon enough he can feel the telltale signs of an orgasm coiling like smoke among the coals in his gut. He leans forward, extending his free arm to brace against the back of the couch, not fully trusting his legs to hold him as pleasure mounts. "Fuck, Soh, I'm so close--"

It crashes like a wave when it comes, rocking its way from his toes to his lips, making his hands clench in her hair as his completion spills out between them. A guttural groan leaves his body, followed by a low, floaty laugh as the familiar overwhelm of sensory overload short-circuiting his brain into a happy buzz. Falling onto the couch, Koa collapses back into the plush cushions, utterly rubber and content. A lopsided smile lights his face as he turns his reclined head toward Sohalia. "That was pretty great," Koa tells her dreamily, extending his fingers to brush over her face. "Soh, I---"

But whatever else he's planned to say is drowned out by a sudden burst of noise as the door swings open, letting the thump and hum of the party infiltrate their space. "Fuck!" Koa startles, scrambling to simultaneously cover himself and Sohalia from the prying eyes of the couple who have just barged in - though fortunately they seem far too drunk to take in the scandalous nature of the scene. 'Oh, sorry!' a brunette girl giggles, her flushed face growing even redder as she turns around, ushering her companion back out to the bar. They close the door behind them, but it's a startling reminder of the context of exactly where they are.

Suddenly self-conscious, Koa rises quickly to his feet and tugs on his shorts. "We, uh, we should probably get out of here," he laughs, running his hand through his hair bashfully as he turns back to Soh. "Sounds like the party's reaching a breaking point, anyway. Can I walk you home?" He extends his hand out toward her, gentlemanly even in his post-coital haze. It may not be the romantic first hook-up either of them had planned on, but at least the sexual tension has finally been released.

Or maybe this has only added fuel to the fire.

Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose