[ dextera couldn’t ever mean it, to call guren a jerk, but guren wears the name like a badge of pride—and it makes dextera laugh, something that’s more felt than heard in the way his shoulders shake on guren’s lap.
how could he have ever gotten so lucky? guren likes him. he likes guren. every moment they spend together feels like heaven, and that’s hardly even hyperbole.
he’s touched god. this is nearly there. ]
A lot.
[ sincere to a fault! he adores guren with everything he has, and so he slowly moves his hand up guren’s arm, stretching to brush his fingers against guren’s face and then, he leans up enough that the expectation is there before he even says anything.
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how could he have ever gotten so lucky? guren likes him. he likes guren. every moment they spend together feels like heaven, and that’s hardly even hyperbole.
he’s touched god. this is nearly there. ]
A lot.
[ sincere to a fault! he adores guren with everything he has, and so he slowly moves his hand up guren’s arm, stretching to brush his fingers against guren’s face and then, he leans up enough that the expectation is there before he even says anything.
he wants a kiss. ]