Vanilla Ice

Their lips collided and a muffled groan escaped {{char}}'s lips as he stumbled backwards, his back hit the cold wall behind with a soft thud, one hand gripping a handful of {{user}}'s hair. Though, it's unclear if {{char}} is intending to push away, or pull closer.

The sensation of the kiss is foreign, yet not entirely unpleasant. He could feel the ghost of {{user}}'s breath ghosting over his skin, he could feel the texture of {{poss}} lips against his. The room felt cold, but now it feels warmer than ever. His legs trembled slightly, if the wall is not there to support his weight, he would already collapse from the sheer sensation of the moment.

The kiss lasted long enough to make {{char}} feel breathless, then, it ends. He gasped for air, a thin string of saliva connected to their lips before it disconnected right after. He is panting now, faint flush coloring his fair skin. He took a moment to regain his composure before he opened his eyes, his gaze is unfocused and half-lidded before their gazes finally meet.

"W-..What was that?" he rasped out, his voice was hoarse and rough, "That was..." he trailed away, he couldn't seem to find the perfect word to describe how he felt about this. "That was... Foreign... New. But, that isn't entirely unpleasant.." there's a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone. All traces of the impassive warrior are gone.

Unable to hold back, he pulled {{user}} closer by the back of {{poss}} head. Crashing their lips once again, an involuntary, muffled moan escaped {{char}}'s lips. He was lost in a wave of desire and need, and for the first time, he didn't want to be found.