[MAYBE HE IS...!! Just kidding, his motivations are never based on this, and he's just really hoping Dextera will be excited about this like he thinks he might be.]
[God, he really hopes no one can get into Dextera's computer and understand this.]
Not unless you want to. I'm bringing something. I'll meet you there.
[He's slamming his laptop shut in his embarrassment after this. Other embarrassing things: he's just taken a nice hot bath, he's clean and his hair is still damp, but he'll go meet him in their usual house in flavo. He'll be waiting inside!!]
[ guren’s words are surprisingly curt, but dextera thinks he knows guren well enough by now to accurately read it as embarrassment, not anger.
but he’s bringing “something”… who knows what it could be? ]
…
[ dextera knocks on the door to the cottage, and then pushes open the door. there’s no one else who would come in to this particular house at this time, at least. ]
[ Sure enough, Guren is there, leaning casually against a beaten down old table in the back corner of the front room. Whatever he’s brought isn’t clearly out right now. He’s just in some good old peasant clothes today. ]
Hey. [ Maybe... he should have tried to just talk casually. No, but then they would have gotten into it at Dextera’s place, and how could he bring it up then?? Ahhh. He pushes off the table to stand up, ignoring how his ears burn a little. ]
[ Dextera is so pure... Guren crosses the room until he can place his hands on Dextera’s hips, pulling him closer. ]
So do you.
[ His heart is already pounding, and he’s scolding himself for it inwardly. His fingers curl at Dextera’s hips, and he rests their foreheads together. How does he ask if it’s okay!! ]
...I brought something so we can try something different. You’ll tell me if you don’t want to, right?
it’s nothing especially strange, but usually by the time dextera gets to him, a day has already worn away the fresh, clean smell—this time, it’s still present on his skin, and dextera can’t resist inhaling when they’re this close.
did he have some big plan? ]
…
[ he nods, moving his fingers through guren’s damp hair. what’s going on? ]
[ How can he say it aloud? It’s hard, and his lips find Dextera’s first, kissing him deeply and letting it linger before he pulls back. He’s pulled something out of his jacket now— a bottle of some kind that he’s filled with oil. He’s not sure it’s going to be obvious, but he presses it into Dextera’s palm anyway, tugging him afterwards to pull him along for a step back. Out of this front room, further into the house. ]
[ dextera is dazed by the kiss, but luckily, he’s good at automatically following along. as guren pulls him toward the bedroom they’ve made their own, dextera is already examining the bottle in his other hand. it’s an oil, but he’s still not sure how all the pieces connect.
does guren want him to take it? is it a drug? ]
…?
[ he’s sniffing it by the time guren explains that it’ll make them as close as possible. stop him before he puts his mouth on it, which is clearly step two. ]
[ Guren breathes out a laugh at that, but his fingers curl around the bottle to keep it in place and out of mouths. They’re in the next room, by now, and so he stops tugging, too. ]
It’s going on me, so don’t put it in your mouth. [ God, of course Dex is like this. He kisses him again, shorter. ] I can just show you.
[ that doesn’t explain anything, guren! it’s taken away from him before he can put it anywhere it isn’t supposed to go, though, and the kiss is distracting anyway. ]
…?
[ somehow, the questioning look is aggressively more questioning when it’s pointed at guren. of course dextera realizes they’re going to have sex, and he can see that guren has brought oil, but there are still a lot of things that can be done with it. ]
[ Looking at him like that... he steps back to the bed, then shifts to push Dex gently down onto it, first. ]
It’s... so I don’t hurt you. [ He’s going to die here, and he’s trying to just keep things moving, now, kissing by Dextera’s ear as he leans over him and plucks at his clothes. ]
now it clicks, and dextera inhales as guren kisses him. he’s not completely naive to all this, even if guren is the only person he can ever remember being so intimate with. common sense would dictate that guren has found a solution to the problem they encountered before. ]
Ah…
[ that comment about being close makes much more sense now, and dextera’s body warms from his head to his toes. his coat gets stripped away in an instant. ]
[ Leaving the bottle to the side, there’s some relief at Dextera seeming to grasp his intentions here. An idea that he thinks would be enjoyable for the both of them... and it’s rare for him to bring it up like this, but he craves the closeness, the warmth, the attention and the love. He leans back to slide his vest off with one hand, the other reaching for Dextera’s waistband.
He wants everything out of the way for this.
His eyes find Dextera’s as he goes, searching to see if he can feel out his thought. But as always, the longer they spend together in one room, the more Guren is drawn to him. That interest is clear in his eyes. ]
[ with this on the table, dextera’s shy manner changes into something still soft, but eager now—they talked about it, after all. this is something that he wants more than anything, feeling like he’s one with someone. with guren looking at him like that, and knowing that there’s a plan between the both of them, dextera wonders if he’s ever been this excited in his life.
he presses a soft kiss to guren’s mouth before pulling back so that he can get out of his pants. ]
We have time.
[ so he says, but… as much as the idea of taking it slow sounds nice, he’s impatient, too. ]
I guess I'll just slap the NSFW warning here even tho this whole thread is sinful
[It's hard to be patient, when his heart is pounding like this. He's getting aroused just thinking about it. Normally, he doesn't have time for interest like this to take over his thoughts. But he's been stuck in this one place for too long, and maybe that's a good thing, in some ways. He can just... be himself. Be human.
He unbuttons his shirt, next, taking his time with it, even if he leans back down to kiss at Dextera as he goes.]
[ dextera wants to touch him, too, and it’s still a little amazing that he can. for as close as they are, as they’ve become in the months since they arrived in this town, they haven’t been dating so long in the grand scheme of things. sometimes, dextera still feels hopelessly new to all this—but he’s excited to learn it.
when he has a chance, he gets rid of his own shirt, and moves to kiss guren again with his hands pressed to guren’s bare chest as soon as there’s enough skin exposed. ]
[He's cute when he's so eager. Guren smiles into that kiss, enjoying the warmth of Dextera's hands as he undoes his own pants. It's simple to wiggle out of them, shoes already discarded to the side. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue in further as his own excitement levels rise.
Fingers slip beneath Dextera's underwear, next, just enough to tug. It's like their hearts are beating in unison right now, and he likes that. Dextera's hands on him, eyes on him— he wants more of that.]
[ there’s no one else he wants like this. for all the beats of attraction he feels when surrounded by so many kind, beautiful people, his world is practically centered around guren. he loves him more than he could ever love anyone else, and that passion shows itself now.
he’s panting when he has to break the kiss to help get his underwear off, his voice softly hidden under the sound of his breath. ]
…
[ he’s already aroused too, from anticipation alone. ]
[He's sure to let his touch linger as he drags that underwear off, discarding it to the side. His own follows shortly after, and there's only the two of them. Guren still has his dumb bracelet on, too.
His fingers close around the bottle of oil as he sets his knee down on the bed again, leaning over Dextera and urging him back. His own breathing is heavy, too, the fingertips of his free hand trailing down Dextera's chest as he straddles him on his knees, for now.
It's almost funny, thinking that he called Dextera out here just for this. What was he thinking? What was he doing? But here they both were, clearly interested, clearly into this.]
[ dextera doesn’t mind at all, that guren brought him out here for no reason other than to do… this. to make love, which makes dextera so fond to even consider the phrase that it should be embarrassing.
he wants to feel guren. ]
…
[ he can’t help but stare, with guren sitting over him like that—even if his eyes are half-lidded in lust instead of his usual guileless gaze, he’s easy to read. where do they go from here? the next step to all this is uncharted territory. ]
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Not at all. Do you need something?
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[That's as direct as he can get... and it's pretty direct for him, honestly! Be proud.]
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dextera pauses at his laptop, but it clicks a moment later, and he finds himself blushing just a little at the proposition. ]
Right now?
[ is guren super horny or what ]
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Maybe. Do you not feel like it?
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[ that response is too eager, maybe, but it’s clear that dextera was just trying to respond quickly before guren took back the offer. ]
I’ll be there soon. Is there anything I should bring?
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Not unless you want to. I'm bringing something. I'll meet you there.
[He's slamming his laptop shut in his embarrassment after this. Other embarrassing things: he's just taken a nice hot bath, he's clean and his hair is still damp, but he'll go meet him in their usual house in flavo. He'll be waiting inside!!]
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but he’s bringing “something”… who knows what it could be? ]
…
[ dextera knocks on the door to the cottage, and then pushes open the door. there’s no one else who would come in to this particular house at this time, at least. ]
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Hey. [ Maybe... he should have tried to just talk casually. No, but then they would have gotten into it at Dextera’s place, and how could he bring it up then?? Ahhh. He pushes off the table to stand up, ignoring how his ears burn a little. ]
Sorry this was out of nowhere.
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I’m excited.
[ what a pure response, for whatever reason that guren has called him out here. ]
…you look good.
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So do you.
[ His heart is already pounding, and he’s scolding himself for it inwardly. His fingers curl at Dextera’s hips, and he rests their foreheads together. How does he ask if it’s okay!! ]
...I brought something so we can try something different. You’ll tell me if you don’t want to, right?
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it’s nothing especially strange, but usually by the time dextera gets to him, a day has already worn away the fresh, clean smell—this time, it’s still present on his skin, and dextera can’t resist inhaling when they’re this close.
did he have some big plan? ]
…
[ he nods, moving his fingers through guren’s damp hair. what’s going on? ]
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[ How can he say it aloud? It’s hard, and his lips find Dextera’s first, kissing him deeply and letting it linger before he pulls back. He’s pulled something out of his jacket now— a bottle of some kind that he’s filled with oil. He’s not sure it’s going to be obvious, but he presses it into Dextera’s palm anyway, tugging him afterwards to pull him along for a step back. Out of this front room, further into the house. ]
We can be as close as possible, with this.
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does guren want him to take it? is it a drug? ]
…?
[ he’s sniffing it by the time guren explains that it’ll make them as close as possible. stop him before he puts his mouth on it, which is clearly step two. ]
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It’s going on me, so don’t put it in your mouth. [ God, of course Dex is like this. He kisses him again, shorter. ] I can just show you.
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…?
[ somehow, the questioning look is aggressively more questioning when it’s pointed at guren. of course dextera realizes they’re going to have sex, and he can see that guren has brought oil, but there are still a lot of things that can be done with it. ]
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It’s... so I don’t hurt you. [ He’s going to die here, and he’s trying to just keep things moving, now, kissing by Dextera’s ear as he leans over him and plucks at his clothes. ]
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now it clicks, and dextera inhales as guren kisses him. he’s not completely naive to all this, even if guren is the only person he can ever remember being so intimate with. common sense would dictate that guren has found a solution to the problem they encountered before. ]
Ah…
[ that comment about being close makes much more sense now, and dextera’s body warms from his head to his toes. his coat gets stripped away in an instant. ]
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He wants everything out of the way for this.
His eyes find Dextera’s as he goes, searching to see if he can feel out his thought. But as always, the longer they spend together in one room, the more Guren is drawn to him. That interest is clear in his eyes. ]
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he presses a soft kiss to guren’s mouth before pulling back so that he can get out of his pants. ]
We have time.
[ so he says, but… as much as the idea of taking it slow sounds nice, he’s impatient, too. ]
I guess I'll just slap the NSFW warning here even tho this whole thread is sinful
[It's hard to be patient, when his heart is pounding like this. He's getting aroused just thinking about it. Normally, he doesn't have time for interest like this to take over his thoughts. But he's been stuck in this one place for too long, and maybe that's a good thing, in some ways. He can just... be himself. Be human.
He unbuttons his shirt, next, taking his time with it, even if he leans back down to kiss at Dextera as he goes.]
yay porn
when he has a chance, he gets rid of his own shirt, and moves to kiss guren again with his hands pressed to guren’s bare chest as soon as there’s enough skin exposed. ]
Mm…
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Fingers slip beneath Dextera's underwear, next, just enough to tug. It's like their hearts are beating in unison right now, and he likes that. Dextera's hands on him, eyes on him— he wants more of that.]
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he’s panting when he has to break the kiss to help get his underwear off, his voice softly hidden under the sound of his breath. ]
…
[ he’s already aroused too, from anticipation alone. ]
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His fingers close around the bottle of oil as he sets his knee down on the bed again, leaning over Dextera and urging him back. His own breathing is heavy, too, the fingertips of his free hand trailing down Dextera's chest as he straddles him on his knees, for now.
It's almost funny, thinking that he called Dextera out here just for this. What was he thinking? What was he doing? But here they both were, clearly interested, clearly into this.]
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he wants to feel guren. ]
…
[ he can’t help but stare, with guren sitting over him like that—even if his eyes are half-lidded in lust instead of his usual guileless gaze, he’s easy to read. where do they go from here? the next step to all this is uncharted territory. ]
I… want you.
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