[Ohhh my god, he loves this? This is the best. This is the most he's seen Dextera react, which tells him that his "practice" is working and he can't let up at all, or he'll slip. But the smirk he gives is unbelievably heated, and he leans over the chess board, fingers pressing down over the piece that could take that knight, like he's considering it.
[ this is the heaviest pause in a game of chess that he’s ever experienced, and he has no idea how this happened, but he’s savoring it. he touches guren’s fingers over that piece, and glances down to the board as if urging him to look.
if guren leaves the knight, his king can be placed in check in a mere two turns, though there’s still a way out of it if he plays right. a strategic, if tense, path to take. if he takes it, dextera will be able to take his piece in return, leaving them, effectively, both defenseless and the game becomes a matter of boldness and time. it’s up to guren, whatever chase he wants to play. ]
[He says it with the most fondness one can have in those words, okay. He sees now, and his eyes narrow a little in his focus as he wiggles the piece below Dextera's hand. A challenge. It's a direct challenge, and requested in such a heated way, too.
He can't back down from that. He takes his knight.]
You think you're going to win, anyway, but it's not that easy. Go ahead, take mine.
since it seems like an inevitability, he takes guren’s piece, and just as dextera expected, it leaves the board open between them—now, it’s a matter of who can out-maneuver the other one first, stealing away the king that’s been left vulnerable on both sides.
[Dextera set this up well, this standoff, but Guren is on fire, too, and he's not about to just roll over. His eyes scan the board. There's no wasting turns in defending, now. It's all offense, bold moves that can get him to victory first.
It's probably too exciting for a game of chess. He makes his bold move, fingers lingering on the piece as he shoots Dextera a heated look.]
[ dextera looks pleased with himself anyway, a confident expression that suits him much better than that terrified, pleading look he was wearing when guren first walked in. he’s honestly not sure if he can win, for all that teasing he was doing—guren is better at the offensive game, even though dextera is the one who set up the situation for this in the first place.
he taps guren’s stupid fingers with the heel of the piece he picks up, shooing him off the board before he places his next move. it’s not what he would normally go for, in the endgame, but he doesn’t have much choice. ]
[It's all quiet focus, now. Guren can see an ending he wants, but that's dangerous, too— choosing one path in a game of bold offense is an easy way to forget himself and lose, but he's aware of that. There's no timer. He's taking his time evaluating what he can, and then he makes his move, one step closer to check, hidden behind the advance of another piece that could easily be moving to do the same.
Even if he wins this round, he knows Dextera will improve and push him on the next, likely win, and send Guren into a frustrated spiral of spending all of his free time thinking of how to do better. But, he likes that, in the end.
He likes this.
And this time his fingers find one of Dextera's pieces, tapping the top of it like a taunting little bitch as he whistles like he's impressed by it all.]
This is close. Are you going to throw this one away?
[ guren is such a bitch! dextera’s mouth twitches into the smallest frown, a pout, because he realizes that the plan he started off with has played to guren’s strengths. throwing away a piece now would give him an advantage if he’d done it earlier, but there aren’t enough moves left in this game to play that out to its full potential.
if he hadn’t dared guren to take that knight… ah, regrets. he clicks his tongue. ]
Hm!
[ a louder sound, and he pushes guren’s confident fingers away, although he moves a different piece. it’s delaying the inevitable. he’s going to lose, but his heart is still beating hard. he wants to play it to the end. ]
[What's with that cute pout!! God, he loves it. But he thinks it's even better to win without gloating all over, and so he takes his next move a little too quickly, too confidently, and says absolutely nothing.]
there’s even a move in there that looks like he’s going to take the flow back, but it’s too late for him. he doesn’t actively move his king into a position where it could be checked, with his pride on the line, but a few moves later and there’s nothing left for it. ]
…
[ it’s not a sigh. he huffs, and there’s maybe a little glare in his eyes when he looks up at guren for that last move. it’s all in good fun, though. he’s incapable of getting truly mad over a game. ]
But outwardly, he grins, leaning to move his piece.]
Checkmate.
[Because he has to rub it in. Then, he leans further over the board, taking that pouty little face by the chin and yanking him into a kiss. He won this, he thinks.]
[ there’s a small, petty part of him that wants to pull away from the kiss, and guren can probably feel that momentary resistance, before he relaxes right into it like some kind of animal. ]
…
[ and then he’ll return it, grabbing the front of guren’s shirt. checkmate indeed……… ]
[He likes that little bit of resistance, it's cute. And then he's giving in anyway, so Guren can press that much closer, deepening their kiss, knocking a few pieces on the board over in the process.
[ dextera is sorry to the pieces that he knocks over, but the majority of them had been captured anyway. he tries to carefully move the board out of the way, even if one of the rooks gets caught under his coat, and he pulls himself through the distance to kiss guren all he wants. ]
Next time.
[ a threat, when he pulls back, and he punctuates that with a little peck. ]
[Guren welcomes him eagerly once the board is mostly out of the way, slipping his arms beneath his coat but around his waist and yanking him closer, into his lap if he can get away with it.
That peck widens his grin, after all, and he's touching their noses together playfully while he lingers so close.]
You think?
[A challenge, of course. He wants to be beaten. He loves this back and forth, even if he is kind of a sore loser in the moment. Right now, he's the winner, and everything is fine, so he kisses Dextera again.]
[ ah, their noses touching… dextera loves this. he wasn’t too mad to begin with, but he can’t stay mad when guren is smiling at him like that, and dextera goes a little cross-eyed trying to look at the place they’re nuzzling.
he’s settled thoroughly in guren’s lap, and when guren kisses him again, his eyes flutter shut for a somewhat deeper kiss than they just shared. ]
Mm…
[ he’s into it, and he touches guren’s waist, holding himself steady but also just for the sake of touching. ]
[ This is... nice. Of course it’s nice. Even if he does honestly worry that he won’t be enough for Dextera, that all of his insane leaping into dangerous situations to fix his messes will be too much, it’s just nice to try. For once, he can relax, enjoying a feeling for what it is. He can let his hands wander at Dextera’s hips and kiss him again and know that they can just enjoy themselves, together, and have some peace in that.
He hums into this kiss, encouraging and asking for more, just as his fingertips press testingly to the front of Dextera’s waistband. Just touching... just toying with the idea, probably. ]
[ it’s enough to get dextera’s attention, anyway. his muscles twitch under his skin, at guren’s curious, teasing touch. immediately he wants more, and with their conversation fresh in his mind, it occurs to him with some possessive warmth that if he did go back with guren somehow… this could be regular. it could happen as many times as they want it to. they wouldn’t have a time limit that neither of them can guess at. ]
…
[ dextera pushes himself closer, and the way he’s moving his weight really only has one possible goal in mind: he wants guren’s back on the floor. it’s not forced, but for dextera, anything that has him taking the lead like this is brave. ]
[Oh, a bold Dextera is always fun, but this is new. Guren grins wider into their kiss, leaning back with that weight, and moving his hand back to brace himself against the floor so it's all one smooth motion.
From this position, he automatically wraps his arm around Dextera's waist, nudging him slightly closer, automatically. At least the chess board is successfully moved to the side, even if that one piece that had gotten stuck under Dextera's coat might be far away from the rest of it all, by now.]
[ they’ll find it later—or possibly quite soon, with how likely it is that dextera is going to be dropping his coat in the next few minutes. for now, though, it’s still on, and he pursues the kiss until he decides to stop.
he touches his forehead against guren’s, sharing in a breath for just a second, and then he sits back so he’s resting his weight on guren’s hips. ]
Is this… OK?
[ so maybe he’s not that bold, and he doesn’t really know what he’s doing yet, but he thinks he likes this position. he likes sitting here. ]
[It's an immediate answer once their lips drift apart and Dextera asks that. He's grinning, looking more relaxed than he ever has, resting against the ground like this. He runs his hand through his hair, now that he has the space, trying to see if it changes how Dextera looks at him.]
It's good. You can do whatever you want, okay?
[However much he wants to be bold, in whatever direction, Guren is openly down for it, isn't that great? He'll also gladly step in with the boldness if it seems like Dextera gets lost. So. It's fine.
He likes the weight on his hips, the view of Dextera from here, the look in his eyes as he questions. He likes every bit of this.]
[ there’s something hard to resist about the casual way guren pushes his hair back, beneath dextera, looking so comfortable and confident even laid out on the floor as he is. even though dextera is the one who lost, this is…
well, it seems like he got guren in a good mood. ]
I…
[ he signs slowly, like he’s trying to figure out what he’s going to say as he says it. ]
[ Dex is so cute. Guren watches him try to figure things out in wording, moving his hands now to touch at Dextera’s thighs. They’re right there, so it’s easy to smooth down them. ]
It feels good like this. [ With Dextera’s weight on him, he means. His hands move back up, gripping at his hips and tugging slightly to make it clear. ]
[ dextera follows guren’s hands, taking that as a hint for what direction to go in. he’s new to all this—he understands sex, of course. he knows what feels good on his own body, and he knows that guren liked between his thighs before, but he doesn’t want to disappoint. he wants to continue to explore things the both of them can savor.
one palm goes flat against guren’s chest, and dextera rocks himself slightly down against guren’s hips, experimental, through the fabric of their clothes. ]
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But he's got the game on full pause, otherwise.]
What're you going to do if I don't?
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[ this is the heaviest pause in a game of chess that he’s ever experienced, and he has no idea how this happened, but he’s savoring it. he touches guren’s fingers over that piece, and glances down to the board as if urging him to look.
if guren leaves the knight, his king can be placed in check in a mere two turns, though there’s still a way out of it if he plays right. a strategic, if tense, path to take. if he takes it, dextera will be able to take his piece in return, leaving them, effectively, both defenseless and the game becomes a matter of boldness and time. it’s up to guren, whatever chase he wants to play. ]
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[He says it with the most fondness one can have in those words, okay. He sees now, and his eyes narrow a little in his focus as he wiggles the piece below Dextera's hand. A challenge. It's a direct challenge, and requested in such a heated way, too.
He can't back down from that. He takes his knight.]
You think you're going to win, anyway, but it's not that easy. Go ahead, take mine.
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since it seems like an inevitability, he takes guren’s piece, and just as dextera expected, it leaves the board open between them—now, it’s a matter of who can out-maneuver the other one first, stealing away the king that’s been left vulnerable on both sides.
he sits back, cocking his head in invitation. ]
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It's probably too exciting for a game of chess. He makes his bold move, fingers lingering on the piece as he shoots Dextera a heated look.]
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[ dextera looks pleased with himself anyway, a confident expression that suits him much better than that terrified, pleading look he was wearing when guren first walked in. he’s honestly not sure if he can win, for all that teasing he was doing—guren is better at the offensive game, even though dextera is the one who set up the situation for this in the first place.
he taps guren’s stupid fingers with the heel of the piece he picks up, shooing him off the board before he places his next move. it’s not what he would normally go for, in the endgame, but he doesn’t have much choice. ]
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Even if he wins this round, he knows Dextera will improve and push him on the next, likely win, and send Guren into a frustrated spiral of spending all of his free time thinking of how to do better. But, he likes that, in the end.
He likes this.
And this time his fingers find one of Dextera's pieces, tapping the top of it like a taunting little bitch as he whistles like he's impressed by it all.]
This is close. Are you going to throw this one away?
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if he hadn’t dared guren to take that knight… ah, regrets. he clicks his tongue. ]
Hm!
[ a louder sound, and he pushes guren’s confident fingers away, although he moves a different piece. it’s delaying the inevitable. he’s going to lose, but his heart is still beating hard. he wants to play it to the end. ]
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[What's with that cute pout!! God, he loves it. But he thinks it's even better to win without gloating all over, and so he takes his next move a little too quickly, too confidently, and says absolutely nothing.]
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there’s even a move in there that looks like he’s going to take the flow back, but it’s too late for him. he doesn’t actively move his king into a position where it could be checked, with his pride on the line, but a few moves later and there’s nothing left for it. ]
…
[ it’s not a sigh. he huffs, and there’s maybe a little glare in his eyes when he looks up at guren for that last move. it’s all in good fun, though. he’s incapable of getting truly mad over a game. ]
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But outwardly, he grins, leaning to move his piece.]
Checkmate.
[Because he has to rub it in. Then, he leans further over the board, taking that pouty little face by the chin and yanking him into a kiss. He won this, he thinks.]
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…
[ and then he’ll return it, grabbing the front of guren’s shirt. checkmate indeed……… ]
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That kind of excites him, too, though.]
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Next time.
[ a threat, when he pulls back, and he punctuates that with a little peck. ]
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That peck widens his grin, after all, and he's touching their noses together playfully while he lingers so close.]
You think?
[A challenge, of course. He wants to be beaten. He loves this back and forth, even if he is kind of a sore loser in the moment. Right now, he's the winner, and everything is fine, so he kisses Dextera again.]
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he’s settled thoroughly in guren’s lap, and when guren kisses him again, his eyes flutter shut for a somewhat deeper kiss than they just shared. ]
Mm…
[ he’s into it, and he touches guren’s waist, holding himself steady but also just for the sake of touching. ]
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He hums into this kiss, encouraging and asking for more, just as his fingertips press testingly to the front of Dextera’s waistband. Just touching... just toying with the idea, probably. ]
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…
[ dextera pushes himself closer, and the way he’s moving his weight really only has one possible goal in mind: he wants guren’s back on the floor. it’s not forced, but for dextera, anything that has him taking the lead like this is brave. ]
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From this position, he automatically wraps his arm around Dextera's waist, nudging him slightly closer, automatically. At least the chess board is successfully moved to the side, even if that one piece that had gotten stuck under Dextera's coat might be far away from the rest of it all, by now.]
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he touches his forehead against guren’s, sharing in a breath for just a second, and then he sits back so he’s resting his weight on guren’s hips. ]
Is this… OK?
[ so maybe he’s not that bold, and he doesn’t really know what he’s doing yet, but he thinks he likes this position. he likes sitting here. ]
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[It's an immediate answer once their lips drift apart and Dextera asks that. He's grinning, looking more relaxed than he ever has, resting against the ground like this. He runs his hand through his hair, now that he has the space, trying to see if it changes how Dextera looks at him.]
It's good. You can do whatever you want, okay?
[However much he wants to be bold, in whatever direction, Guren is openly down for it, isn't that great? He'll also gladly step in with the boldness if it seems like Dextera gets lost. So. It's fine.
He likes the weight on his hips, the view of Dextera from here, the look in his eyes as he questions. He likes every bit of this.]
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well, it seems like he got guren in a good mood. ]
I…
[ he signs slowly, like he’s trying to figure out what he’s going to say as he says it. ]
I want you to feel good.
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It feels good like this. [ With Dextera’s weight on him, he means. His hands move back up, gripping at his hips and tugging slightly to make it clear. ]
Do you have something in mind?
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one palm goes flat against guren’s chest, and dextera rocks himself slightly down against guren’s hips, experimental, through the fabric of their clothes. ]
Let me try.