Kalvin was truly oblivious as to what was going on in Isaac's mind, yes, but apparently what was so often said about ignorance being bliss was true, for Kalvin in this moment was very, very happy. He had just had some of the best sex ever with one of the most beautiful boys ever; what was there to be unhappy about? And now here they were, body against body, soft kisses exchanged between tired lips, heavy eyelids allowing for just the most basic of eye contact, allowing Kalvin to peer into those twin sapphires gracing Isaac's facial features. He gently lowered his head down to rest on the blonde's shoulder, a soft, pure sigh escaping his lips, more content than perhaps he had ever been. As far as he was concerned, nothing could ruin this perfect moment.
And the silence that had fallen upon them, to hover over their naked bodies like a warm, comforting fog? It didn't bother Kalvin in the slightest. He would, naturally, take this over any sort of post-noital conversation. But, as he was soon to discover, Isaac had other ideas in mind. 'Say something.' He wanted him to talk, and he wanted him to talk right now. This, of course, put Kalvin on the spot, only serving him to make him less inclined to speak than usual, if such a feat were even possible. He lifted his head up and off of the boy's shoulder, looking down at him, perplexed. He shrugged his shoulders. Was speaking really necessary? Was there anything he could possibly say that had not just been communicated physically? It didn't seem to make sense to him that Isaac was so eager to talk all of the time. "Why?" He asked finally, quirking an eyebrow, this time quite noticeably.
And the silence that had fallen upon them, to hover over their naked bodies like a warm, comforting fog? It didn't bother Kalvin in the slightest. He would, naturally, take this over any sort of post-noital conversation. But, as he was soon to discover, Isaac had other ideas in mind. 'Say something.' He wanted him to talk, and he wanted him to talk right now. This, of course, put Kalvin on the spot, only serving him to make him less inclined to speak than usual, if such a feat were even possible. He lifted his head up and off of the boy's shoulder, looking down at him, perplexed. He shrugged his shoulders. Was speaking really necessary? Was there anything he could possibly say that had not just been communicated physically? It didn't seem to make sense to him that Isaac was so eager to talk all of the time. "Why?" He asked finally, quirking an eyebrow, this time quite noticeably.