[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. ]
[ dextera smiles, then, like he genuinely did not expect guren to answer “yes.” it’s only because he sounds so casual about it that the surprise doesn’t show on his face. ]
When the weather is nice. I’ll think about it.
[ but how is he supposed to top this beautiful field of flowers? ]
[He'll have to remember this, so he doesn't accidentally shoo Dextera away while he's working on drugs or missions or god knows what else. He doesn't think he would, at this point, but it's something to keep in mind, regardless.
Anyway, satisfied with how he ate a tiny bit, he sets it aside and leans back completely, back on the blanket over the grass and staring at the sky. Comfortable.]
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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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[Obviously? Dextera is so silly, having to ask that. Guren is smiling, though, reaching for his own food to take a bite. Might as well.]
It's nice to take breaks from everything else for a change.
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When the weather is nice. I’ll think about it.
[ but how is he supposed to top this beautiful field of flowers? ]
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[He'll have to remember this, so he doesn't accidentally shoo Dextera away while he's working on drugs or missions or god knows what else. He doesn't think he would, at this point, but it's something to keep in mind, regardless.
Anyway, satisfied with how he ate a tiny bit, he sets it aside and leans back completely, back on the blanket over the grass and staring at the sky. Comfortable.]
Until then, let's keep enjoying this one.