[He's sure to let his touch linger as he drags that underwear off, discarding it to the side. His own follows shortly after, and there's only the two of them. Guren still has his dumb bracelet on, too.
His fingers close around the bottle of oil as he sets his knee down on the bed again, leaning over Dextera and urging him back. His own breathing is heavy, too, the fingertips of his free hand trailing down Dextera's chest as he straddles him on his knees, for now.
It's almost funny, thinking that he called Dextera out here just for this. What was he thinking? What was he doing? But here they both were, clearly interested, clearly into this.]
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His fingers close around the bottle of oil as he sets his knee down on the bed again, leaning over Dextera and urging him back. His own breathing is heavy, too, the fingertips of his free hand trailing down Dextera's chest as he straddles him on his knees, for now.
It's almost funny, thinking that he called Dextera out here just for this. What was he thinking? What was he doing? But here they both were, clearly interested, clearly into this.]