some things in life are undeniable

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

Her lips grazed his collarbone, and her breath hitched with pleasure as he rolled his hips against hers. Onward up his neck she kissed, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin beneath his jaw. His fingers inched closer to her core, and she tightened her legs around him, pressing more tightly against him, silently urging him on. But then there was a pause, a moment where her words got too serious, too real, and she could practically feel Koa freeze up.

There was a a momentary pang of disappointment, of frustration that all the pent up desire between them was being thwarted, but she quickly tamped down on those emotions. She was still in his arms, pressed against the door. He was still holding her, one hand coming up to graze her cheek. She could still feel his erection pressing against her. Perhaps he was hesitating, but that didn’t mean he was denying her.

Not yet, anyway.

”There’s nothing wrong with you,” she countered softly, still cradling his face in her hands. His forehead leaned against hers, and she nudged her nose against his. ”You’re good,” she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to one side of his lips. ”And chivalrous.” She added a kiss to the other side. ”And you want to do the right thing.” Her lips ghosted across his; not quite a kiss, but a taunting, teasing, yearning for more.

Her lips brushed against his with each word as she asked, ”Why do you get to decide what I deserve?’ Her thumbs caressed his cheeks before one hand lifted to run through his hair. ”Isn’t that my decision to make?” Her heart, to give as she pleased? Her body, to do with as she desired?

”Koa, you are what I want. You, the way you are, right now. And you know that I want you for more than just tonight, but even if this is all we have - I could never regret you.” She kept his gaze, searching his eyes for understanding. ”You know what I do regret? All the time we could have had, but didn’t. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him in close. ”I want you, Koa Carpenter. This is Caido. Anything could happen, to either of us. And if I died tomorrow, I’d want to go with the taste of you on my lips.”

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

Koa

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

There's definitely something wrong with Koa - he's a man. Contradictory and stubborn, simple and yet deceptively deep. Which is why he somehow both over- and under-thinks everything, why he worries about being gentlemanly while pressing her into a backroom wall, why he kisses her at the same time that he tries to protect her from him. Koa's a fucking disaster just trying to do his best, and if that's what Sohalia's looking for?

Well, he lives to oblidge.

A low laugh rumbles within his chest, vibrating against the ghostly press of her lips. "I guess I can't argue with that." Or at least he doesn't want to, each of his carefully crafted defenses falling away as heat and desire pools between their bodies. He can feel himself unraveling, the threads of his self-control fraying as she deftly undoes the hasty stitching with slender, grasping fingers. By the time her arms around his neck Koa is out of protests.

He answers her with the thing she's asked for, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulls her mouth back into meet his, the future and past and everything else swallowed in the tidal wave of the kiss.

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

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

Even as she hoped for the best, Sohalia couldn't help but expect the worst. Everything between she and Koa had always been more complicated than it should have been, and she wasn't sure why she expected this time to be any different. So when he laughed low, giving in to the desire that had always kept them in each other's orbit? Soh was very nearly undone herself.

With a startled gasp, she nonetheless tightened her grip on Koa, kissing him greedily as the world once more fell away. She didn't know what would happen after tonight was over. While she was confident that she wouldn't regret Koa, she had to wonder, briefly, if he would regret her. It was with that in mind that she poured everything into her kiss, both the desire pooling within her and the affection that had remained unwavering even in spite of his protests.

Lips crashed against each other; hands tangled in hair. Soh pressed as close as she could, tightening her legs around Koa's hips. She had meant what she said. She wanted to taste him, to feel him, and just now, she couldn't imagine any other way she'd wish to spend her night.

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

Koa

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

Any lingering doubts are quickly quelled by the way she returns the kiss, washing off his body like sand pulled out by the tide. He meets her abandon with his own, lips tracking over the line of her jaw, down her neck, behind her ear. Which isn't to say he abandons her mouth: the calloused pad of his thumb brushes over it, tugging gently at the pert lower lip as his mouth falls to her clavicle.

Koa's shorts are doing very little to hide the erection growing within. Now that he's permitting himself to have her, Koa wants every piece of Soh, to worship and devour and relish and adore her, to find the places that make her mewl and the ones that make her scream. Shoving off the wooden door, Koa takes Soh's weigh entirely in his arms, trusting her to keep herself hitched safely on his hips as he pivots, carrying them deeper in toward the waiting, plush couch.

He deposits her onto her back and pauses, gazing down with hooded eyes that rake across her like coals. He drinks it all: the bare, pale legs, the disheveled hair, the halter top that only barely contains the swell of her perfect breasts. "Fuck, you're beautiful." Lowering himself onto his knees above her, Koa again claims Sohalia's lips. His left hand tugs greedily at the strings of her shirt; his right grabs her thigh and trails cheekily upward, toward the magnetic, waiting warmth that draws him like a siren's call.

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

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

Koa kissed her like a drowning man coming up for air, his lips claiming hers before trailing her jaw, her neck, down to her clavicle. Soh threw her head back, allowing him better access, her fingers tightening against his shoulders with each new sensation he brought across her skin. She nipped playfully at his thumb as it tugged at her lower lip, smiling giddily against his callouses.

He pivoted them away from the door, and within seconds, Soh was on her back on the couch, Koa gazing down at her, looking at her as though she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Everywhere he looked felt like it was being set aflame, and she watched him, her cheeks flushed pink, as he lowered himself above her, lifting up to meet his kiss with her own. Running her hands down Koa's bare chest, she felt the strings of her halter top come undone.

The last time she'd had the opportunity to be naked with Koa, she'd hesitated because of the scars that ran across her body from her left shoulder to her right hip, mementos of her battle with the void yeti. Tonight, there was no hesitation - there was barely even a moment's thought for the scars. There was only the feel of Koa's hands on her, greedily inching up her leg or tugging at her top. Eager to feel his skin on hers, she pressed gently against his chest, creating enough space that she could shimmy out of her top entirely, baring herself from the waist up. Then she reached for him, watching with silver eyes darkened by lust, aiming to tug him back into a kiss.

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

Koa

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

Koa's never seen Soh naked before - though not for lack of trying - and the sight of her body splayed out before him is all the more exhilarating for the years of anticipation that have led up to this. He lets her claim him in a kiss but is swift to pull away again, raking hooded eyes over each curve and line, a low rumble of approval snarling through his chest. "You're perfect," Koa tells her, and she is - perfect in her imperfections, from the stray beauty marks to the ever-so-slight asymmetry in breast size to the silver scar that disappears behind her shoulder, emerging back to curl at her hip like a lover's touch. He keeps his hand upon her thigh as he completes the languid examination, rubbing tight circles ever further up her leg until he's satisfied.

"Absolutely perfect," Koa repeats, a covetous smile curling over his lips as he finally returns to those silver eyes.

And then he descends, heady with lust, to lavish her with all the care and adoration she deserves.

Koa is not inexperienced - to his partners' benefits, by and large. He wields his experience with focused confidence, each part of his body playing its part in flooding Sohalia's senses. His left hand travels along her side, working its way up to cup the swell of her breast within. His mouth traces an opposite journey, flowing from her lips down the river of her neck, kisses dotting her chest, her shoulder, circling ever closer to the pink nipple that tempts him like a prize.

Koa's right hand, meanwhile, has made its way fully beneath Sohalia's skirt, and the fingers now slip boldly beneath the swiftly moistening fabric of her underwear, rubbing skilled and teasing circles over her sensitive clit.

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

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

All too soon, Koa pulled away, lifting himself away from Soh and earning a soft sound of protest. Then she realized that he was looking at her - really, truly looking at her - and she stilled beneath the fire of his gaze. His touch on her thigh was maddening as it circled ever higher, and his rumble of approval, when it came, made her heart leap with anticipation. She smiled shyly up at him, intoxicated by his praise. ”Not as perfect as you,” she replied, her own eyes raking greedily down his body, one hand rising to trace a line down his chest.

But before she could explore much further, Koa descended upon her. His left hand traced a line up her side to cup her breast; his right inched ever closer to her core, slipping beneath her skirt and towards her underwear. He kissed his way down her neck, earning a whimper as he found a particularly sensitive spot just above her clavicle, but he didn’t linger long, continuing his path of kisses down towards her breast.

When his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of Soh’s underwear to begin to tease her clit, Soh gasped. ”Koa -!” she murmured, half moan and half prayer. She arched into him, urging his lips closer to her nipple as she spread her legs further, encouraging his touch, opening beneath him to allow him access to do with her as he pleased.

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

Koa

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

His name on her lips is like fucking cocaine, shooting fire through his veins and straight to his head - yes, that head. Koa's lips curl in a smile against Soh's skin, a low, appreciative chuckle vibrating through their flush bodies, keeping them in tune. Her breasts are sublime in their softness and allure, the pink nipple begging to be licked and sucked. He runs his tongue over it before taking it in, teasing gently, adjusting his ministrations in response to the feedback from her body, her mewls.

So, too, does he adjust his fingers, the speed and pressure of his circles increasing as she spreads her legs. It's stupidly easy to slip in deeper, one thick digit entering Sohalia's core as though invited by an old friend, hooking back to find that delicious, sensitive point he knows she must have. A second finger joins the first as she opens, and he's plundering, pulsing, his motions a steady and ardent beat. He keeps his thumb upon her clit, offering double stimulation, trying quite intentionally to drive her toward the brink.

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

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

There was a sharp intake of breath as Koa ran his tongue over her peaked nipple, and a following whimper as he took it into his mouth. Soh arched against him, throwing her head back, electricity sparking in a direct line from her breast to her core. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place as her hips bucked beneath him of their own accord. Everywhere he touched was alight, connected by a live wire that left Soh mewling, silently begging for more. 

Koa slipped one finger inside her, then two; he seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her to elicit the greatest reaction. With his thumb still on her clit and his fingers curling into the sensitive spot inside, she grew closer to the brink with every passing second. There was a brief moment where she perched on the edge of the cliff he drove her relentlessly towards - a pause, a holding of breath - and then she tumbled over, crying out with pleasure as she shattered beneath him.

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

Koa

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

Is there anything more satisfying than watching someone cum in your arms? Besides orgasming yourself, of course, but that's not Koa's current priority. He's fully engrossed in the task at hand (ha), reveling in the way Soh moves beneath him, in the magnificent ego boost that comes from having her pleasure hinge entirely on his control. Every mewl and whimper and moan is encouraged by his body; he uses his lips and voice and hands to strum her to crescendo, and when she breaks it is his name on her lips, his body clenched against her, his fingers stroking those final notes within her molten core.

"Beautiful," Koa murmurs, taking in the woman beneath him with hooded, hungry eyes. Lust and satisfaction stain his bronze skin like wine; his erection fights valiantly against his shorts, hard and throbbing and ready for release. But he keeps his focus on Sohalia, pressing soft, teasing kisses to her neck, stroking out the final beats of her climax and delighting in the shuddering it elicits. He'll let her decide what she wants next, when she's ready - though she had said something about tasting, and Koa wouldn't protest to being swallowed whole.

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

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

Soh’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, dragging her under until she no longer knew which way was up. She was sure only of Koa’s weight above her, his lips on her breast, his fingers inside her. Every pulse of pleasure through her body was akin to a flame, and as she came down from the high that was her orgasm, that fire dimmed to a pleasant glow.

But she was far from finished with Koa. She wanted more.

She opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) as he pressed soft kisses to her neck, shuddering around him as she became aware of just how sensitive everything felt in the aftermath. ”That was…” she murmured, a satisfied smile on her lips, in her voice, as she loosened her hold on him enough to stroke her hands over his shoulders, down his back. ”You are incredible.”

Soh could feel Koa’s erection pressed against her, and she rolled her hips against him teasingly. ”I think you’re overdressed,” she purred, her fingers at the edge of his shorts, slipping just barely beneath in a slow, torturous approach. She might not be very experienced, and she might not know exactly what she was doing, but she did know that she wanted to make Koa feel the way he’d made her feel.

”I want you inside me,” she whispered, her cheeks heating. ”But first… I still want to taste you.” Flushed and aroused, she paused, hoping that Koa might keep control, if only so that she knew what he wanted.

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

Koa

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

A slow smile curls against Sohalia's skin as her nails rake across his back, earning a reflexive, delighted arc of his spine. The movement opens up his hips, giving seeking fingers ample access to the waistband of his shorts. He groans low as she travels tauntingly downward, the mixture of tentative inexperience and brazen desire wildly arousing and endearing. She's so fresh, so new; it thrills Koa to know he gets to be her guide on this foray into pleasure, that he gets to touch her and be touched by her in ways that, even if she's experienced them before, she's never experienced like this.

No amount of experience could immure Koa against what Shoalia says next, and there's no controlling the jerk of his cock, or the tightening of his grip upon her hip. Whose cock wouldn't dance when told an incredibly beautiful woman wanted it inside of her? But they're moving quickly, skipping important steps in the dance, and he doesn't want to push her too far. Tasting is on the menu, and as much as he may want to turn Soh over and bury himself to the hilt inside her, he supposes a blow job will do.

"As you wish." With one last long, deep, parting kiss, Koa pulls himself off Sohalia and the couch. Standing before her, he offers Soh a hazy, hungry grin, eyebrow raised cockily as the loosened shorts finally give up their hold on his ass. Koa's cock jumps to action, his (obviously) manscaped musculature tracing an orderly path to the non-insignificant length. A pearl of precum glistens at the tip of him as he stands there, utterly unabashed and unashamed, his hand tenderly cupping the back of Soh's head as he guides her gently toward his shaft.

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

Sohalia

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back

Soh's fingers trailed downward, and she delighted in the little motions and sounds that she coaxed from Koa, humming a pleased noise as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts. But before she could do much more than glide across the skin just above his cock, he was offering one last parting kiss before pulling away, standing up off the couch to drop his shorts.

She watched him hungrily, propping herself up on her elbows as he bared himself to her, her gaze lingering on his erection for a moment as her lips parted slightly, her eyes darkening with renewed lust before leaping back to his face. As much as she wanted this, wanted him, giving a blowjob was not something that she had done before, and she wanted to do it well, wanted him to enjoy it as much as she'd enjoyed his ministrations.

Her hesitation was only apparent for a second before she was reaching for him, tracing a trail tantalizingly over his hip and down the front of his thigh with one hand. With one last sultry glance upward, she turned her attention to his hand where it cupped the back of her head, guiding her forward. Sticking her tongue out, she tentatively licked the tip, tasting the precum that had collected there before closing her lips around the head.

Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

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