[ dextera has to squeeze around guren, tightening with every tantalizing inch that guren pushes into him. it’s almost like he’s so full that he can’t breathe, for a moment, but it’s a good feeling that he needs to chase more of.
lust is burning in the pit of his stomach, in his chest and throat, everywhere. he wraps one leg around guren’s waist, urging that movement and this depth inside of him. it’s still not enough, though—dextera doesn’t know how it could ever be enough when guren isn’t moving the way dextera needs him to. ]
Ah…
[ a high sound, and dextera pants with his lips still parted on a moan.
sliding his hand down guren’s arm, he finds the hand that’s clean and pushes his fingers against guren’s, asking to lace them together. ]
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lust is burning in the pit of his stomach, in his chest and throat, everywhere. he wraps one leg around guren’s waist, urging that movement and this depth inside of him. it’s still not enough, though—dextera doesn’t know how it could ever be enough when guren isn’t moving the way dextera needs him to. ]
Ah…
[ a high sound, and dextera pants with his lips still parted on a moan.
sliding his hand down guren’s arm, he finds the hand that’s clean and pushes his fingers against guren’s, asking to lace them together. ]