oh what tangled webs we weave

This was a night of novelties. Tyrian had done more in a few hours than all of the days in his adulthood combined. He'd shucked the antiquated label of 'virgin', tasted women, had more liquor than was good for him and now he found himself in the position of not only taking charge but doing so in a scenario that was entirely new to him. Considering the goal he'd set for himself earlier this seemed like a fitting ending. Finish off the night by not only balancing out his knowledge of the sexes but being the catalyst that helped shuck another useless label. 'Paying it forward' so to speak, although that did a disservice to his feelings for Lachlan.

Tyrian smiled softly and leaned in for one final kiss on the lips before murmuring "As you wish." From there he aimed to move slowly down Lachlan's neck. His touch was gentle yet purposeful. Of course he'd heard the same jokes as everyone else when it came to this sort of thing so he wasn't completely clueless per se when it came to the possibilities before them, but he didn't know enough to venture beyond what he'd learned through experience. Lachlan was sweet and sensitive, and it felt unfair to subject him to Tyrian's experimentation, innocent as it may have been. No, Tyrian would stick to what he knew. He'd promised Lachlan a good time and he intended to keep his word.

His paws combed through Lachlan's fur as he explored the body hidden beneath the silky strands. Nibble by nibble, touch by touch Tyrian sought to coax Lachlan over onto his back. His guidance was firm but not pushy; and though his eyes were closed as often as they were not if he felt the slightest bit of resistance his gaze would flash to Lachlan's in an instant. Though he couldn't put it into words just yet it was becoming clearer and clearer a large part of his satisfaction came from finding satisfaction in others. He wanted happiness for Lachlan and he needed it for himself.