Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
Attempting to finish his thoughts, Zavien's attention follows the fruit as it meets Frey's lips. Just as he utters the last word - his question settling uncertainly between them - he's overwhelmed by the sweet taste flooding his mouth. Saliva pools in the tangy onslaught, his mouth falling ajar as if to accommodate the next bite, heat following the blissful sensation bathing his tongue. It's disorienting, throwing off his thinking to the point that he's struggling to catch up with the conversation.
For a moment, his eyes blink distractedly, mouth opening and closing like a fish before he manages to swallow, a blush threatening to spread down his neck. "Uuh, nothing - I mean, not for me." Although Lena might have found the massage too rough to begin with, he hadn't felt any pain beyond embarrassment and the aching need for her, the recollection holding none of the potency of the moment. Yet, he can't seem to find the ground to argue, Frey's actions and lilting question causing him to draw a blank.
Trying to clear his mouth of the lingering taste - or renew it - Zavien swallows again, his head lowering in thought. He wonders if what Frey says is true, replaying the memory in his mind and wondering if he had just assumed Soh needed comforting after the attack. She'd appeared shaken, but perhaps he'd been wrong - or perhaps he'd misunderstood what Frey had asked of him.
Regardless of what he'd thought, they seem unsatisfied with his attempt, and he purses his lips to focus on the conversation rather than the overheated blood pumping through his body. "I see..."
And boy does he see as Frey lifts their arms up, their nude chest and lithe body stretching in Zavien's sight. He just gawks for a moment, unable to do more than stare until they relax again. Then his mind starts to move, clarity entering his eyes once more as he tries to think of the question, having difficulty puzzling out exactly what they mean. "I - " he starts just as understanding begins to bloom. "I guess not." This is sex Frey after all, and apparently his friendly definition of 'physical' isn't quite the same.
A deeper blush forms and Zavien has to clear his throat before asking, "What should I... do?" It's obvious he has more work to do in order to satisfy the deity, but he's slightly overwhelmed by the pressure, wondering how far he's meant to go and whether he has the balls to do it without the comfort of having it be someone he cares for romantically.
For a moment, his eyes blink distractedly, mouth opening and closing like a fish before he manages to swallow, a blush threatening to spread down his neck. "Uuh, nothing - I mean, not for me." Although Lena might have found the massage too rough to begin with, he hadn't felt any pain beyond embarrassment and the aching need for her, the recollection holding none of the potency of the moment. Yet, he can't seem to find the ground to argue, Frey's actions and lilting question causing him to draw a blank.
Trying to clear his mouth of the lingering taste - or renew it - Zavien swallows again, his head lowering in thought. He wonders if what Frey says is true, replaying the memory in his mind and wondering if he had just assumed Soh needed comforting after the attack. She'd appeared shaken, but perhaps he'd been wrong - or perhaps he'd misunderstood what Frey had asked of him.
Regardless of what he'd thought, they seem unsatisfied with his attempt, and he purses his lips to focus on the conversation rather than the overheated blood pumping through his body. "I see..."
And boy does he see as Frey lifts their arms up, their nude chest and lithe body stretching in Zavien's sight. He just gawks for a moment, unable to do more than stare until they relax again. Then his mind starts to move, clarity entering his eyes once more as he tries to think of the question, having difficulty puzzling out exactly what they mean. "I - " he starts just as understanding begins to bloom. "I guess not." This is sex Frey after all, and apparently his friendly definition of 'physical' isn't quite the same.
A deeper blush forms and Zavien has to clear his throat before asking, "What should I... do?" It's obvious he has more work to do in order to satisfy the deity, but he's slightly overwhelmed by the pressure, wondering how far he's meant to go and whether he has the balls to do it without the comfort of having it be someone he cares for romantically.
