[ 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. ]
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[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. ]
[He strokes him a few times, first, to be sure that he's aroused enough that this won't be too difficult. Besides that, it's nice to watch him from this angle, sprawled beneath him on a bed, gazing at him with that much desire. It makes his chest ache with how much his heart is beating, and his lips curl up the slightest bit further.]
I'm right here.
[For once in a relationship, he's here, he has the time for this, he can give Dextera the attention— and he intends to. He doesn't want to lose him like he's lost everyone else. He doesn't want to make a mistake. One of his hands slides away from Dextera's length to smooth along the inside of his thigh, urging his legs apart, and the other hand pops open the oil with his thumb. He slicks a couple fingers first, capping it as he finally lowers himself more properly over Dextera.
Their lips meet again, just as one of his fingers presses slowly and partially into him.]
it catches him off guard, even though a part of him knew it had to be coming, and it’s a momentary struggle not to tense up so much that he forces guren away from him. it’s not that the intrusion is painful—it’s just odd.
guren is right here. guren is not going to hurt him and dextera knows that. for guren to call him out here for this and this alone means it’s something important to him. ]
[Guren's voice is soft, and he still takes it slow. He's been pushed back, but he tries to lean closer still, knowing that it's just Dextera's first reaction to this. He presses his lips to his neck, instead, sweet and slow.]
[ guren’s lips on his neck is a welcome sensation, and dextera quite obviously relaxes at it. it’s something he wants, too, craving this intimacy as he does, and he’d never forgive himself if he gave guren the impression he somehow didn’t need this.
he shakes his head once, just enough to get the point across, and invitingly spreads his legs just a little more.
[Guren breathes out his relief against Dextera's neck, and slowly works his finger in further. He's careful as he goes, slowing at tensing, moving again when Dextera seems to relax, and once he's fully inside of him, he curls his finger slightly, pressing against him from the inside, feeling out and stretching.
Even just feeling his small reactions from this is exciting. He's embarrassed thinking that, but it's true. His heart is pounding, his body is heated, he's aroused.]
dextera has a sexual appetite, and he was touching himself even before he and guren got together, but he’s never explored his body like this—not when he’s always been hurried and a little ashamed. this is almost luxurious, in comparison, and if he gets back the odd novelty of the sensation, it feels strangely good, too.
it would feel better with a little more. ]
Mm…
[ a quiet noise of assent, and dextera moves a hand to nudge guren’s face up again, so he can share in a kiss. ]
[He leans eagerly into that kiss, eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of it. His finger pumps slowly in and out a few times, just to get Dextera used to the sensation, and then he adds his second, just as slowly.
It's making him ache to be inside of him, himself. But he has to be patient, or this won't be a nice experience for Dextera. He wants it to be good. Great, even. He wants him to feel whole in whatever way he can, whatever way he asked for. He wants to connect with him like no one else has.
Another noise slips out from Guren, muffled against their joined lips.]
[ a second finger is different, but not as surprising as the first one was. it’s what dextera is already feeling but more, and the predictability of it makes him relax.
just from this, his cock has already gotten hard, weighted back against his stomach, and he wonders now what it would feel like to have guren inside of him, instead of just his fingers. ]
…
[ he parts from the kiss after a few more moments, his cheeks flushed—his whole body hot, prickling with desire. ]
[He wants this... more than anything. The kiss breaks, and he's gasping, his two fingers pumping to get him used to the sensation. But there's just one more thing he wants before he switches over. He presses them deeper, searching with careful curls and twists to find that one sensitive spot inside of him.
As he does this, he lies on top of Dextera partially and reaches to grab that oil again.]
[ guren does manage to find that spot inside him, and dextera gasps too—it’s an entirely different feeling from just touching himself, when it’s another person testing out a new place inside of him, and dextera wants him to do it again. he doesn’t know how to communicate that, when it seems like guren is already moving on. ]
…
[ dextera nods, but there’s an urging in his eyes that says it’s more than okay. it’s necessary.
he touches guren’s arm just for that contact, trying to follow guren’s movements as he prepares for what dextera assumes is the next step. ]
[He'll have to deal with feeling suddenly empty for a few moments, first. Guren withdraws his hand once he gets that reaction, satisfied that he knows how to get that out of him now, and focuses on the oil. His hands are rushed, a little less smooth than normal, but he coats his length in oil, caps and tosses the rest aside a little too carelessly.
He's just as eager, after all. His fingers are even more slick now, but he tries to hold Dextera's legs as he lines himself up. It takes every ounce of self control to press into him slowly here, too, and even then, it's faster than his fingers. He doesn't stop halfway, he can't, and so he stops once he's inside of him completely, gasping out hard, head ducking as he deals with sudden intense pleasure after nothing.]
[ dextera has to squeeze around guren, tightening with every tantalizing inch that guren pushes into him. it’s almost like he’s so full that he can’t breathe, for a moment, but it’s a good feeling that he needs to chase more of.
lust is burning in the pit of his stomach, in his chest and throat, everywhere. he wraps one leg around guren’s waist, urging that movement and this depth inside of him. it’s still not enough, though—dextera doesn’t know how it could ever be enough when guren isn’t moving the way dextera needs him to. ]
Ah…
[ a high sound, and dextera pants with his lips still parted on a moan.
sliding his hand down guren’s arm, he finds the hand that’s clean and pushes his fingers against guren’s, asking to lace them together. ]
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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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I'm right here.
[For once in a relationship, he's here, he has the time for this, he can give Dextera the attention— and he intends to. He doesn't want to lose him like he's lost everyone else. He doesn't want to make a mistake. One of his hands slides away from Dextera's length to smooth along the inside of his thigh, urging his legs apart, and the other hand pops open the oil with his thumb. He slicks a couple fingers first, capping it as he finally lowers himself more properly over Dextera.
Their lips meet again, just as one of his fingers presses slowly and partially into him.]
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[ a gasp into the kiss.
it catches him off guard, even though a part of him knew it had to be coming, and it’s a momentary struggle not to tense up so much that he forces guren away from him. it’s not that the intrusion is painful—it’s just odd.
guren is right here. guren is not going to hurt him and dextera knows that. for guren to call him out here for this and this alone means it’s something important to him. ]
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[Guren's voice is soft, and he still takes it slow. He's been pushed back, but he tries to lean closer still, knowing that it's just Dextera's first reaction to this. He presses his lips to his neck, instead, sweet and slow.]
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[ guren’s lips on his neck is a welcome sensation, and dextera quite obviously relaxes at it. it’s something he wants, too, craving this intimacy as he does, and he’d never forgive himself if he gave guren the impression he somehow didn’t need this.
he shakes his head once, just enough to get the point across, and invitingly spreads his legs just a little more.
this is just the beginning, anyway. ]
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Even just feeling his small reactions from this is exciting. He's embarrassed thinking that, but it's true. His heart is pounding, his body is heated, he's aroused.]
Tell me if it ever gets to be.
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dextera has a sexual appetite, and he was touching himself even before he and guren got together, but he’s never explored his body like this—not when he’s always been hurried and a little ashamed. this is almost luxurious, in comparison, and if he gets back the odd novelty of the sensation, it feels strangely good, too.
it would feel better with a little more. ]
Mm…
[ a quiet noise of assent, and dextera moves a hand to nudge guren’s face up again, so he can share in a kiss. ]
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[He leans eagerly into that kiss, eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of it. His finger pumps slowly in and out a few times, just to get Dextera used to the sensation, and then he adds his second, just as slowly.
It's making him ache to be inside of him, himself. But he has to be patient, or this won't be a nice experience for Dextera. He wants it to be good. Great, even. He wants him to feel whole in whatever way he can, whatever way he asked for. He wants to connect with him like no one else has.
Another noise slips out from Guren, muffled against their joined lips.]
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just from this, his cock has already gotten hard, weighted back against his stomach, and he wonders now what it would feel like to have guren inside of him, instead of just his fingers. ]
…
[ he parts from the kiss after a few more moments, his cheeks flushed—his whole body hot, prickling with desire. ]
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As he does this, he lies on top of Dextera partially and reaches to grab that oil again.]
Okay? [Checking on him, as breathless as it is.]
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[ guren does manage to find that spot inside him, and dextera gasps too—it’s an entirely different feeling from just touching himself, when it’s another person testing out a new place inside of him, and dextera wants him to do it again. he doesn’t know how to communicate that, when it seems like guren is already moving on. ]
…
[ dextera nods, but there’s an urging in his eyes that says it’s more than okay. it’s necessary.
he touches guren’s arm just for that contact, trying to follow guren’s movements as he prepares for what dextera assumes is the next step. ]
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He's just as eager, after all. His fingers are even more slick now, but he tries to hold Dextera's legs as he lines himself up. It takes every ounce of self control to press into him slowly here, too, and even then, it's faster than his fingers. He doesn't stop halfway, he can't, and so he stops once he's inside of him completely, gasping out hard, head ducking as he deals with sudden intense pleasure after nothing.]
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lust is burning in the pit of his stomach, in his chest and throat, everywhere. he wraps one leg around guren’s waist, urging that movement and this depth inside of him. it’s still not enough, though—dextera doesn’t know how it could ever be enough when guren isn’t moving the way dextera needs him to. ]
Ah…
[ a high sound, and dextera pants with his lips still parted on a moan.
sliding his hand down guren’s arm, he finds the hand that’s clean and pushes his fingers against guren’s, asking to lace them together. ]
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