[ something beautiful—dextera feels like he could melt away and die from those words alone, and he obviously shifts in guren’s lap, made shy by the sweet answer.
then guren reminds him that he cried over grass, and dextera huffs. ]
[Guren laughs, and it's so much brighter when it's this genuine. It's not even like his other laughs have been fake or anything, but the ones in moments like these are light. He's not weighed down, even if temporarily.]
Haha, don't worry. It was cute.
[This may be the first time he's used cute in a sentence out loud and had it not be sarcastic.]
Besides, you're the one who asked why they reminded me of you, so I just gave you all of it at once. [And shamelessly used something to hide behind so he wouldn't be embarrassed himself!!]
guren isn’t prone to sounds like that—even when he’s amused, the best dextera ever expects is a handsome chuckle or something like a bark of amusement, but this feels like dextera has done something right.
if he had been angry, it immediately disappears, but he wasn’t truly angry to begin with. just flustered.
he takes guren’s hand, tracing the lines of his palm. writing something, slowly. ]
[This energy between them hasn't changed at all, but it sure has grown. He's drawn to Dextera, to his smile, to his touch, to everything he says, and watching him in his lap, tracing out a word slower than he needs to... he feels that more than ever. It has him grinning, bright and hopeful, and he realizes that this is the first time he's really felt hope since he was a child.
That five year old that didn't have a clue what he'd have to deal with. Now, though, he knows everything... And even if there's still that determination, the anger, the desire to win everything he can and be on top, the desperation and the sadness— this hope is growing with every day. He thought that had died permanently. He's jaded, he's bitter, he's worried and not optimistic, but at the same time... he's here, experiencing this.
It should be impossible for someone like him. But Dextera came back from the dead. People didn't have to die for it. His chest is swelling with emotions by now, and his eyes spark as he looks down at him.]
Yeah, I'm a jerk. [He says it like he's proud and willing to admit it, tilting his head to one side, watching him curiously.] You still like me?
[ dextera couldn’t ever mean it, to call guren a jerk, but guren wears the name like a badge of pride—and it makes dextera laugh, something that’s more felt than heard in the way his shoulders shake on guren’s lap.
how could he have ever gotten so lucky? guren likes him. he likes guren. every moment they spend together feels like heaven, and that’s hardly even hyperbole.
he’s touched god. this is nearly there. ]
A lot.
[ sincere to a fault! he adores guren with everything he has, and so he slowly moves his hand up guren’s arm, stretching to brush his fingers against guren’s face and then, he leans up enough that the expectation is there before he even says anything.
[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.]
[ dextera doesn’t know much, if anything, about love. he doesn’t remember it, has never known it except in twisted, corrupted forms—but this has to be something like it. he kisses guren slowly, only breaking apart when the position becomes uncomfortable to maintain.
if nothing else, this town brought them together. ]
My first date. [ he smiles, softly, and presses his fingers to guren’s lips just to feel his mouth from another angle.
[ Guren smiles, his own fingers running along the side of Dextera’s face. This is his first real date too, but saying that aloud sounds too misleading. There were too many days sitting in the grass, watching the sky and talking about the future. It’s probably the same, even if he never admitted it to himself. ]
How do you like it so far? [ He laughs, because he just keeps asking the same thing. ]
It’s your first date, and I’m the one worried about screwing up.
[ dextera can’t believe he’s the one saying that to guren, but the sentiment is important. guren has done all this for him, and he’s still worried that dextera doesn’t like it.
so dextera sits up, moving so that he’s kind of sitting half in guren’s lap, his legs under him in a way that’s sort of on the blanket and sort of not, but the point is that he’s close.
he cups guren’s face, brushing his thumbs over guren’s cheeks. ]
Guren.
[ spoken, whispered, whatever—just before he kisses guren again. ]
[ This is so much, he doesn’t know what to do with it. Plenty of people care about him, for reasons he doesn’t fully grasp, but to have it expressed quite like this is... surprising somehow. It’s warm, it’s everything he wants, and he leans into that kiss without hesitation, letting that feeling blossom.
He loves this. He does... ]
This is the most relaxed I’ve been in years. [ For the record. It’s spoken between kisses, because he follows it with another, grabbing at Dextera’s arm, tugging him slightly closer. It’s... nice. It’s easy to get overwhelmed, and he wants to be, so he leans into Dextera a little himself, wanting more. ]
[ there’s a little pride, at that. dextera was able to make guren relax for the first time in years? surely there’s a prize for such a feat, but then, dextera supposes that precisely this moment is the reward.
dextera yields easily to the kiss, letting guren slowly explore him, until he needs to part for air. his eyes are half-lidded, lips shiny with spit, and his cheeks are flushed an interested, splotchy red. ]
…
[ he signs quickly, but his eyes are focused on guren’s. ]
[ Ah, yes. The food he made with extra care and they barely touched before laying all over each other. He watches those eyes, drawn in and caught so thoroughly that he forgets how to breathe. He thumbs over his cheek, admiring the color, and leans closer. ]
What food?
[ That’s how he feels right now, closing the distance to kiss the corner of Dextera’s mouth, now, and then his jaw, tenderly. ]
dextera doesn’t mind, though. the food isn’t going to melt or burn or rot without them, if it’s already been waiting here long enough for them to come to this spot in the first place.
[ He smiles, and maybe he really should pull back and slow down. They have time... but he wants this time now. He kisses again, pushier, at his neck, and grins there, too. ]
Hmm. [ Like he has to think about it, but he does lean back, tilting his head. ]
[ wait, no—guren has kissed his neck, and that’s a new sensation all its own. guren pulls back after that, but dextera suddenly thinks he doesn’t want to eat if guren’s going to keep doing that.
dextera is capricious, in this way.
he touches his neck where guren kissed him, glancing back at the picnic basket still filled with guren’s probably painstakingly prepared lunch, and he even seems a little guilty for a moment. ]
[ Guren, however, doesn’t even care if the food sits there for a while. It’ll stay fine, for now, and he’s more interested in Dextera’s clear desire. He leans in, smirking, reaching to rest his hand on the opposite side of his neck. ]
Oh? You liked it?
[ Of course he did, and of course Guren immediately kisses him there again, mouth open and hot and eventually, his teeth scrape over that sensitive skin. ]
[ don’t tease him, guren. of course he liked it, and now he’s going to die because there are teeth on his neck. kissing, he understands. sex, he kind of gets. everything in between is a complete mystery, and this foreplay is too new. ]
Ah—
[ he moves his hand, both of them now tightening into guren’s shirt. ]
[ Dextera is cute, as always. Guren doesn’t keep up too much with the teeth, just occasionally allowing them to brush against skin, but he does kiss hard still, leaning more into it, enjoying the hands at his chest. Still, they’re outside and Dextera seems shy, so he slows after some time.
[ it is too much, but dextera kind of loves it. he’s shy, but just as before, it’s not shyness that’s stopping him now—he’s horny! it gets to him so easily, when guren touches him, and dextera quickly pulls back to shake his head.
it’s obvious on his face what he’s feeling, and he might be embarrassed if he could see himself.
what else was he supposed to do, though? just not be eager about being on a date with guren? ]
[It is... incredibly obvious when Dextera is thinking lewd things, and Guren sort of appreciates it. He's not always sure he'd be able to tell, otherwise, and so the visual cues are a helpful hint. As if he's not constantly causing these feelings in him a little too purposefully...
His heart is racing, and he wants to just kiss him more, lean over him on the blanket and see what happens. But he's also very used to denying himself. Some patience isn't so bad.]
It looks like it's too much. [It's spoken with a smile, his eyes focused into his own wanting stare before he turns them elsewhere, down to the blanket and the basket.]
But if you like it anyway, I can do it a little more later.
[ no… there he goes. dextera’s gaze follows him, too hungry for just a moment, but he tries to center himself by patting his own cheek—not quite a slap, but something like it, something that will hopefully get him back on track. they are kind of in public, after all.
the promise of more later is a nice one, too. ]
Ah…
[ slowly, he nods. ]
Ahuh.
[ not the most eloquent or intelligent sound he’s ever made, but it’s probably him agreeing to guren’s terms anyway. ]
[ luckily (unluckily?), that comment goes right over dextera’s head, because there’s suddenly food being pushed into his maw and he’s not going to fight that. ]
…
[ his lips brush guren’s fingers, but it’s completely innocent—he’s just bad at this. bad at romance, bad at seduction, but he looks like he’s having a good time. ]
[ dextera nods. anywhere guren would like to go, like to do… though dextera doesn’t know what a date should look like. this seems like the pinnacle, after everything else he’s seen. ]
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then guren reminds him that he cried over grass, and dextera huffs. ]
My first time!
[ let him defend himself, guren!! ]
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Haha, don't worry. It was cute.
[This may be the first time he's used cute in a sentence out loud and had it not be sarcastic.]
Besides, you're the one who asked why they reminded me of you, so I just gave you all of it at once. [And shamelessly used something to hide behind so he wouldn't be embarrassed himself!!]
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[ dextera likes that laugh.
guren isn’t prone to sounds like that—even when he’s amused, the best dextera ever expects is a handsome chuckle or something like a bark of amusement, but this feels like dextera has done something right.
if he had been angry, it immediately disappears, but he wasn’t truly angry to begin with. just flustered.
he takes guren’s hand, tracing the lines of his palm. writing something, slowly. ]
Jerk.
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That five year old that didn't have a clue what he'd have to deal with. Now, though, he knows everything... And even if there's still that determination, the anger, the desire to win everything he can and be on top, the desperation and the sadness— this hope is growing with every day. He thought that had died permanently. He's jaded, he's bitter, he's worried and not optimistic, but at the same time... he's here, experiencing this.
It should be impossible for someone like him. But Dextera came back from the dead. People didn't have to die for it. His chest is swelling with emotions by now, and his eyes spark as he looks down at him.]
Yeah, I'm a jerk. [He says it like he's proud and willing to admit it, tilting his head to one side, watching him curiously.] You still like me?
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how could he have ever gotten so lucky? guren likes him. he likes guren. every moment they spend together feels like heaven, and that’s hardly even hyperbole.
he’s touched god. this is nearly there. ]
A lot.
[ sincere to a fault! he adores guren with everything he has, and so he slowly moves his hand up guren’s arm, stretching to brush his fingers against guren’s face and then, he leans up enough that the expectation is there before he even says anything.
he wants a kiss. ]
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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.]
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if nothing else, this town brought them together. ]
My first date. [ he smiles, softly, and presses his fingers to guren’s lips just to feel his mouth from another angle.
it’s easy to forget the pain, out here. ]
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How do you like it so far? [ He laughs, because he just keeps asking the same thing. ]
It’s your first date, and I’m the one worried about screwing up.
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[ dextera can’t believe he’s the one saying that to guren, but the sentiment is important. guren has done all this for him, and he’s still worried that dextera doesn’t like it.
so dextera sits up, moving so that he’s kind of sitting half in guren’s lap, his legs under him in a way that’s sort of on the blanket and sort of not, but the point is that he’s close.
he cups guren’s face, brushing his thumbs over guren’s cheeks. ]
Guren.
[ spoken, whispered, whatever—just before he kisses guren again. ]
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He loves this. He does... ]
This is the most relaxed I’ve been in years. [ For the record. It’s spoken between kisses, because he follows it with another, grabbing at Dextera’s arm, tugging him slightly closer. It’s... nice. It’s easy to get overwhelmed, and he wants to be, so he leans into Dextera a little himself, wanting more. ]
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dextera yields easily to the kiss, letting guren slowly explore him, until he needs to part for air. his eyes are half-lidded, lips shiny with spit, and his cheeks are flushed an interested, splotchy red. ]
…
[ he signs quickly, but his eyes are focused on guren’s. ]
The food.
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What food?
[ That’s how he feels right now, closing the distance to kiss the corner of Dextera’s mouth, now, and then his jaw, tenderly. ]
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dextera doesn’t mind, though. the food isn’t going to melt or burn or rot without them, if it’s already been waiting here long enough for them to come to this spot in the first place.
he breathes out a laugh. ]
Your food.
[ he can’t protest much, though. ]
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Hmm. [ Like he has to think about it, but he does lean back, tilting his head. ]
I guess I should let you eat first.
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dextera is capricious, in this way.
he touches his neck where guren kissed him, glancing back at the picnic basket still filled with guren’s probably painstakingly prepared lunch, and he even seems a little guilty for a moment. ]
…again.
[ but just a moment. ]
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Oh? You liked it?
[ Of course he did, and of course Guren immediately kisses him there again, mouth open and hot and eventually, his teeth scrape over that sensitive skin. ]
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Ah—
[ he moves his hand, both of them now tightening into guren’s shirt. ]
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That pause keeps his mouth there, though. ]
Is it too much?
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it’s obvious on his face what he’s feeling, and he might be embarrassed if he could see himself.
what else was he supposed to do, though? just not be eager about being on a date with guren? ]
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His heart is racing, and he wants to just kiss him more, lean over him on the blanket and see what happens. But he's also very used to denying himself. Some patience isn't so bad.]
It looks like it's too much. [It's spoken with a smile, his eyes focused into his own wanting stare before he turns them elsewhere, down to the blanket and the basket.]
But if you like it anyway, I can do it a little more later.
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the promise of more later is a nice one, too. ]
Ah…
[ slowly, he nods. ]
Ahuh.
[ not the most eloquent or intelligent sound he’s ever made, but it’s probably him agreeing to guren’s terms anyway. ]
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[It's cute, he can't help but laugh. Still, he reaches for the food he prepared, pushing it insistently at Dextera.]
There are probably plenty of abandoned houses in Flavo. [Hmmm, what could that possibly mean?] Let's eat.
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…
[ his lips brush guren’s fingers, but it’s completely innocent—he’s just bad at this. bad at romance, bad at seduction, but he looks like he’s having a good time. ]
Next time, I’ll… take you.
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You'll take me? On a date, you mean?
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I want to. Will you go?
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