[There's so much warmth spreading between them as Guren tracks the fingers up his arm, aware of every touch, leaning into the one at his face. But then Dextera is leaning up, and he doesn't have to get very far, let alone sign a word.]
I'm lucky.
[His lips quirk up after he's said this, and he closes the last bit of distance, one hand sliding behind Dextera's head to help support him there as he kisses him. It's warm, but it's passionate, too, eager to share just how much he likes him.]
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[There's so much warmth spreading between them as Guren tracks the fingers up his arm, aware of every touch, leaning into the one at his face. But then Dextera is leaning up, and he doesn't have to get very far, let alone sign a word.]
I'm lucky.
[His lips quirk up after he's said this, and he closes the last bit of distance, one hand sliding behind Dextera's head to help support him there as he kisses him. It's warm, but it's passionate, too, eager to share just how much he likes him.]