[ 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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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.