[ 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. ]
[ It’s hard, at first, to react to so much stimulation all at once. He’s surrounded, and it’s hot and tight and easier than he’d imagined, and now his fingers are lacing easily with Dextera’s. His other hand curls into the old sheets of this bed, holding him up as he finally moves his hips.
He can’t focus on anything else like this. No focus to kiss, right now— just the slow and increasing pace of his hips slipping almost all the way back and then into him again, aiming to go deeper each time. Even when he can’t, when he’s pressed so inside of him that he has to moan, he rocks further, wanting to stir that same intense pleasure in Dextera. He forgets to stop and make sure it’s fine, but he’s trusting that he’d tell him if it wasn’t.
Right now, he just wants to feel it all. He’s working into a rhythm now, his soft noises more than what he usually lets out. ]
[ dextera doesn’t need guren to stop and ask. he doesn’t want it. all he wants is this point of connection between them, burning so good every time guren slides back into him. ]
G—Gh…
[ it’s almost something like a sob with how it just helplessly slips out of him, and it’s taking all his self control now not to twist and writhe on the bed. it’s completely different than having guren between his thighs, in the best of ways. he’s full, they’re together, and every time guren thrusts into him again he stutters out a breathless moan.
he turns his face into the bed, his cheek against the pillow, but his eyes are searching for guren’s. ]
[ He loves him. For all he doesn’t like saying it aloud, he feels it, and it gets across in every action. He’s louder like this, just enough that it’s noticeable, and he squeezes their joined hands, pinning Dextera’s against the bed as he rocks into him. Eventually, he’s steady just enough to lean down, crashing their lips together for a breathless and sloppy kiss. It’s short, too, and followed by Guren gasping for breath against him, his pace picking up.
There’s only him and Dextera. No one else, no town, no grey and oddly colored house, no threats or dangers or issues. Here, right now, he can just focus on their heartbeats syncing, their hot bodies coming together again and again, and just how good that feels. It’s electric. ]
[ dextera wants to be louder than he is. his voice has never been able to get above a whisper, even long before he lost it, but he can feel the passion of it now—every nerve, every muscle, every part of him coming alive with the sensation of being together.
he reaches for the kiss even after guren breaks apart from it, his teeth more involved than they should be just because he’s desperate. ]
Nn…
[ this is what he’s wanted. this is what he’s needed—he sought it before he came to this town, in god, but there’s no one here to rip him away from guren before he can find that true satisfaction.
the realization catches up to him, moving suddenly from the back of his mind to the very forefront of it. he gasps, holding onto guren’s hand so tightly he feels like he might break his own fingers.
it’s good. it’s all so dizzyingly good, and a few tears do slip from his eyes. ]
[Tears are... worrying, usually. But every other way Dextera is reacting tells him that he has nothing to worry about. It's good, because he's not sure he'd have the mind to stop otherwise. Guren is overwhelmed with the sensation, sinking into him completely and exhaling sharply over him.
He's close, already, much faster than he would be normally. He could slow it down, take it easier, but it's difficult to keep that in mind when he's so eager. He tries, at least, to keep kissing Dextera, but the kiss breaks apart too often with his breaths. He keeps it up anyway, desperate, affectionate, all while rocking into him even harder and faster than before. He's close, and he's not even sure how much he'll be able to warn for it.]
[ dextera didn’t think he could ever feel like this—so completely full and focused on this one sensation, his world narrowed thoroughly to guren inside of him, over him, everywhere.
he never thought he’d be able to find the kind of oneness he’s been craving all this time, even with guren, who he loves so much it’s almost hard to breathe sometimes. it had seemed impossible until now, but with dextera so close to the edge, he’s amazed at how their bodies have joined together. he doesn’t even miss the kisses when guren has to break apart to breathe, because it feels as if they’ve got all the time in the world.
they’re here. ]
Nn…
[ he takes their joined hands to his mouth, just for a moment kissing guren’s hand like he’s praying over it, and he tightens around guren needily.
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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.]
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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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[ It’s hard, at first, to react to so much stimulation all at once. He’s surrounded, and it’s hot and tight and easier than he’d imagined, and now his fingers are lacing easily with Dextera’s. His other hand curls into the old sheets of this bed, holding him up as he finally moves his hips.
He can’t focus on anything else like this. No focus to kiss, right now— just the slow and increasing pace of his hips slipping almost all the way back and then into him again, aiming to go deeper each time. Even when he can’t, when he’s pressed so inside of him that he has to moan, he rocks further, wanting to stir that same intense pleasure in Dextera. He forgets to stop and make sure it’s fine, but he’s trusting that he’d tell him if it wasn’t.
Right now, he just wants to feel it all. He’s working into a rhythm now, his soft noises more than what he usually lets out. ]
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G—Gh…
[ it’s almost something like a sob with how it just helplessly slips out of him, and it’s taking all his self control now not to twist and writhe on the bed. it’s completely different than having guren between his thighs, in the best of ways. he’s full, they’re together, and every time guren thrusts into him again he stutters out a breathless moan.
he turns his face into the bed, his cheek against the pillow, but his eyes are searching for guren’s. ]
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[ He loves him. For all he doesn’t like saying it aloud, he feels it, and it gets across in every action. He’s louder like this, just enough that it’s noticeable, and he squeezes their joined hands, pinning Dextera’s against the bed as he rocks into him. Eventually, he’s steady just enough to lean down, crashing their lips together for a breathless and sloppy kiss. It’s short, too, and followed by Guren gasping for breath against him, his pace picking up.
There’s only him and Dextera. No one else, no town, no grey and oddly colored house, no threats or dangers or issues. Here, right now, he can just focus on their heartbeats syncing, their hot bodies coming together again and again, and just how good that feels. It’s electric. ]
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he reaches for the kiss even after guren breaks apart from it, his teeth more involved than they should be just because he’s desperate. ]
Nn…
[ this is what he’s wanted. this is what he’s needed—he sought it before he came to this town, in god, but there’s no one here to rip him away from guren before he can find that true satisfaction.
the realization catches up to him, moving suddenly from the back of his mind to the very forefront of it. he gasps, holding onto guren’s hand so tightly he feels like he might break his own fingers.
it’s good. it’s all so dizzyingly good, and a few tears do slip from his eyes. ]
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He's close, already, much faster than he would be normally. He could slow it down, take it easier, but it's difficult to keep that in mind when he's so eager. He tries, at least, to keep kissing Dextera, but the kiss breaks apart too often with his breaths. He keeps it up anyway, desperate, affectionate, all while rocking into him even harder and faster than before. He's close, and he's not even sure how much he'll be able to warn for it.]
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he never thought he’d be able to find the kind of oneness he’s been craving all this time, even with guren, who he loves so much it’s almost hard to breathe sometimes. it had seemed impossible until now, but with dextera so close to the edge, he’s amazed at how their bodies have joined together. he doesn’t even miss the kisses when guren has to break apart to breathe, because it feels as if they’ve got all the time in the world.
they’re here. ]
Nn…
[ he takes their joined hands to his mouth, just for a moment kissing guren’s hand like he’s praying over it, and he tightens around guren needily.
he’s close, too. ]
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