Yaoifix.com ran this quote on Facebook
the other day:
“The decision to kiss for the first
time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the
relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final
surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.”
― Emil Ludwig
― Emil Ludwig
This is an awesome quote, especially
where yaoi is concerned. Every Fujoshi anticipates that first kiss
between Seme and uke. For me, that kiss is even more important than
the first time they have actual sex. Ludwig's reasons are my own for
this obsession with the initial lip lock. That kiss does tell me a
lot about how the relationship will unfold through the rest of the
manga or anime. This works for yaoi novels as well. A kiss is a far
more personal act than a sex act. Perhaps because it is more eye to
eye. I'm not sure why, but many professional sex workers deem the
kiss as something so special that it is not a part of the paid act.
Kissing isn't necessary to get a client off. That act can be 'saved'
for people who mean something more.
For example, in Junjou Romantica,
Usagi-san had already gotten Misaki off with his hand before any kiss
happens. He didn't kiss the young man until Misaki tried to comfort
him after a devastating loss. That kiss is long, open mouthed and
quite intimate. Their bodies are completely flush. Usagi-san's kiss
is overwhelming to Misaki that first time just as their relationship
and their lovemaking tends to overwhelm him. During that kiss, Misaki
surrenders himself at the same time he is comforting Usagi-san. And
that is how their relationship unfolds. Everything about the dynamic
between those characters – including the humor – is in that kiss.
Misaki isn't shouting at Usagi-san at that moment, but he had been a
few seconds earlier. Everything between them is there.
The first kiss looms largely in my
erotica. The kiss reflects how the characters will make love and how
the dynamic between them will work. For example, there is the first
kiss in A Soldier's Choice.
“I didn’t think your eyes could
get any darker,” he whispered, swallowing hard.
“You’ve watched my eyes,
Vincent?” I whispered in return as I stepped closer to him.
“How else would I know how much
trouble I was in back then?”
I smiled at him. “How much
trouble are you in now?”
He tried to glare at me. “I’m
the rookie here. Will you just do something?”
“So much for my carefully planned
seduction,” I sighed stepping almost flush with him.
“Dammit, Rik...”
I took his mouth then. I’d
always wanted to shut him up mid-tirade, but I’d never dreamed it
would be while claiming such a delicious kiss. That sauce with the
wine was really nice on his tongue. His mouth was hot and sweet. His
lips trembled with the newness of the kiss just before he opened for
my tongue. I wondered if this was his first.
I hoisted him up on the counter so
that he was above my head. Vincent deepened the kiss as I undid his
ponytail and sank my fingers into that thick, silken mass. Hardcase
may have been a rookie in this, but he was always a lightning fast
study. He was ravaging my mouth with that deadly tongue and weakening
my knees by the time the rice cooker clicked off.
Vincent tore his lips from mine,
but I had him by that glorious mane of hair. He wasn’t getting
far. Those hooded amber eyes met mine as we panted at each other.
“Supper’s ready,” Vincent
rasped.
Lord, I didn’t want to let him
go, but I did. Patience was something I always harped on when Vincent
was in my squad. I couldn’t give in to the intense wave of lust
washing over me. I reluctantly released his hair then set him on his
feet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I wanted to grab
him again; he looked so beautiful in that aroused state.
Rik kisses his subordinate mid-tirade.
Tirades were and are a frequent form of communication between them.
Rik is very pleased at finding a very satisfying way to end one.
Initially, Rik dominates the kiss, but soon Vincent is asserting
himself and taking what he lusts for. The kiss becomes a duel for
dominance that is a hallmark of their love life. The only difference
in the first kiss is that it is Vincent's very first. He is less sure
of himself then than during the kisses that follow. However, that
uncertainty does not stop him from fighting for control. And that is
a huge feature of his relationship with Vincent.
In
Ensnared, the first kiss comes after Andreas gives himself to Darius
as a sex slave for a year. They had done nothing more than dance
together before this:
“Relax,
Andreas,” a voice said from behind him.
Andreas
put his hands down and removed his helmet. Darius was walking toward
him with the air of a man in full command of a situation. His
beautifully long, silken hair gently stirred in the breeze. His eyes
were covered by sunglasses, making his face look cold. Andreas
wondered if he should be worried as he came very close. Somehow, he
found the courage to get off the bike and face him.
“What
happens now?” Andreas asked, trying not to tremble.
Darius
removed his sunglasses and gazed intently at Andreas.
“I
will offer you my protection in my home while this contract on you is
investigated,” Darius replied. “It is obvious that the only way
you will be completely safe is in my custody.”
“I
can't argue with that,” Andreas said. “But what do you want in
exchange for this protection? I don't have very much.”
Darius
smiled at him. It was a beautifully predatory smile that sent a chill
down his spine.
“I
want you, Andreas. Wasn't that clear the other night?”
“You
want me...as a lover?”
Darius
shook his head. The smile, like his eyes, grew hotter.
“We
will be lovers, but that isn't enough for me, exquisite Andreas,”
he said softly. “I want you to be my Dami. I want to own your body,
mind and will for at least a year.”
Andreas
felt like the ground dropped from beneath his feet. His body was
reacting even as his mind was rebelling. He wanted Darius like he'd
never wanted anyone before, but could he give himself so completely
to someone he barely knew? Could he risk turning him down? What would
he become if he accepted?
“Trust
me, Andreas, and submit to me completely. Now.”
That
voice made him hard and weakened everything that was trying to fight
this. His final thought before he spoke was that Viktor would never
let him hear the end of it.
“Yes,
Darius,” Andreas said softly as he met the Cosi's gaze. “I will
be your Dami. I submit.”
“Good,”
he murmured, taking Andreas by the hand.
They
threaded their way through the vehicles until they could see the
would-be hit squad. They were quite safe as the Cosi security team
outgunned them and were on a hair trigger for any movement. Andreas
couldn't believe that they remained with all that firepower and the
police still there. How much were these guys being paid or what were
they facing if they failed? The security shield dropped.
“Attention,”
Darius said in a booming and commanding voice. “Andreas Hesper is
under my protection from now hence. He is my property and as such,
you will have to take on the Cosi and me to get to him.”
Andreas
inhaled sharply causing Darius to turn toward him. The Cosi's eyes
were hot as he dropped Andreas' hand to grab him by the hair at the
back of his head. Finally, those full, firm lips were on his. Then,
that tongue was pushing inside his mouth, claiming him more
forcefully than words could. The kiss was voracious and demanding.
Andreas responded even as his knees weakened and he sagged against
the larger man. Darius lifted his head and smiled down at him.
“Yes,
Andreas. You are mine,” he murmured.
This
kiss is the blueprint for everything intimate between this Seme and
this uke. Darius is demanding and possessive from that point hence.
Andreas always buckles under the heat and intensity of his kiss. His
knees buckle even faster once he has known Darius as a lover. His
submission becomes more and more complete with each surrender. And it
all begins with that first kiss.
Okay,
I need to go watch or read or watch some yaoi now. Links to longer
excerpts can be found in the menu on the left. Links on where to
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