[ All five senses here are pleasantly lighting Reyson's brain on fire. He makes a show of oiling up his fingers, not to be outdone in appeal. He's smiling warmly, and also smugly. He knows Eden likes the way he looks, they're not shy about that one bit! Confidence can be an obscuring shield for inexperience. Reyson knows this quite well. So, as long as they're sharing... ]

I've slept with two men before. I know a thing or two about the basics.

[ This might be two more than a number of people would guess. Why did he give the actual number instead of letting it be ambiguous - it's because he's an honest soul and also he is simply too aroused to filter his words. ]

And I would be honored to be your first in this, Eden.

[ Whether this counts as deflowering by any reasonable metric doesn't matter, what does matter is that Reyson is into the concept of showing someone he likes how to do things properly. He makes to bring his hair over his shoulder so he can open himself up, then realizes that he has oil on that hand, curses under his breath - ]

Ah, damn-

[ And uses the other one, which does mix a faint reddish-silver smear into his hair. ]