[ dextera doesn’t need guren to stop and ask. he doesn’t want it. all he wants is this point of connection between them, burning so good every time guren slides back into him. ]
G—Gh…
[ it’s almost something like a sob with how it just helplessly slips out of him, and it’s taking all his self control now not to twist and writhe on the bed. it’s completely different than having guren between his thighs, in the best of ways. he’s full, they’re together, and every time guren thrusts into him again he stutters out a breathless moan.
he turns his face into the bed, his cheek against the pillow, but his eyes are searching for guren’s. ]
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G—Gh…
[ it’s almost something like a sob with how it just helplessly slips out of him, and it’s taking all his self control now not to twist and writhe on the bed. it’s completely different than having guren between his thighs, in the best of ways. he’s full, they’re together, and every time guren thrusts into him again he stutters out a breathless moan.
he turns his face into the bed, his cheek against the pillow, but his eyes are searching for guren’s. ]