[ dextera wants to be louder than he is. his voice has never been able to get above a whisper, even long before he lost it, but he can feel the passion of it now—every nerve, every muscle, every part of him coming alive with the sensation of being together.
he reaches for the kiss even after guren breaks apart from it, his teeth more involved than they should be just because he’s desperate. ]
Nn…
[ this is what he’s wanted. this is what he’s needed—he sought it before he came to this town, in god, but there’s no one here to rip him away from guren before he can find that true satisfaction.
the realization catches up to him, moving suddenly from the back of his mind to the very forefront of it. he gasps, holding onto guren’s hand so tightly he feels like he might break his own fingers.
it’s good. it’s all so dizzyingly good, and a few tears do slip from his eyes. ]
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he reaches for the kiss even after guren breaks apart from it, his teeth more involved than they should be just because he’s desperate. ]
Nn…
[ this is what he’s wanted. this is what he’s needed—he sought it before he came to this town, in god, but there’s no one here to rip him away from guren before he can find that true satisfaction.
the realization catches up to him, moving suddenly from the back of his mind to the very forefront of it. he gasps, holding onto guren’s hand so tightly he feels like he might break his own fingers.
it’s good. it’s all so dizzyingly good, and a few tears do slip from his eyes. ]