[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.
[Passion swells along with this overwhelming feeling, and Guren squeezes their joined hands. His face is more expressive than it's ever been, and he doesn't bother hiding it. Not in this moment where it's just them, surrounded by each other, away from the rest of the world, the worlds, and all of their problems.]
Ah... I—
[His words are strained between his desperate motions, and he barely has the breath for a warning right now. He tries, instead, to squeeze more meaningfully, and he really should pull back— he means to, at least partially. But it's too much when Dextera tightens around him like that. He feels drawn in, and he presses in as much as he can, releasing with a soft cry and thrusting into it, riding the feeling out as he fills Dextera completely.
It's blinding, this pleasure. He needs a moment before he can even make sure that Dextera was able to reach his peak as well, or if he needs to help him more.]
the tears are flowing more freely now, and dextera is helpless to stop them—guren releasing inside of him doesn’t help that, anyway. it’s a completely foreign sensation like all of this is, and dextera isn’t long behind him.
when he comes, it’s with a breathless sob, and he stills completely except for the way he turns his head back against the sheets. his cock twitches, spilling across his stomach. it’s impossibly good.
his whole body is taut, and his other hand joins the one already laced with guren’s just to hold it more, like he needs to steady himself through the last waves of their nearly-joined orgasm. he gasps at every little aftershock. his face is red and shiny with the flush of exertion, and tears are tracking down the sides of his face, but he looks—
[Everything in his body is telling him to relax, to sleep, to lie back and enjoy this. But his heart is pounding so hard. He feels connected just as Dextera does. Each time they do this, he feels like he can connect with someone he loves without a wall in between them. He feels like he can reach out and catch a star in his palm, the impossible. For as fleeting as it might be... right now, they're together. They're enjoying this company, just like he's always wanted to be able to do.
There's a break from his responsibilities, his worries, his issues. There's just Dextera here, crying happily like the sweetest person he's ever met. Guren lies his weight on Dextera for a moment so his free hand can touch his cheek and slide immediately into his hair, a fond hold as he kisses him.
It's breathy, but the intention there is passionate and heavy. I love you, but in the form of a tired kiss.]
[ for everything painful they discussed before, for all that dextera worried and agonized over not feeling like a person—and guren, not human—he feels completely whole now. guren makes him feel like someone who deserves to be happy after all, and he doesn’t have the burden in his heart right now to question why.
he just wants to enjoy it. ]
…
[ dextera kisses him back, tired and desperate and unable to stop shaking, but there’s something so confident in the way he does it, too.
[ He slides out of him, after a moment, still cupping his face as he settles at his side. Another kiss, or two, and he breathes out a happy laugh, himself. He’s never smiled like this before. Only Dextera gets this side of him. ]
Are you... okay? [ He doesn’t know what to ask a guy after something like this, though... As he draws his hand back, he wipes Dextera’s tears from his face. ]
[ ah… the sliding out feels weird, but enough of the moment has passed that dextera doesn’t mourn the loss of it too much. he shifts, instead, trying to restore some feeling to his legs.
he can still feel guren’s release inside of him.
slowly, he pulls away his other hand and relaxes the grip that’s still intertwined with guren’s, and he turns his face to see guren properly. ]
[Guren draws their joined hands closer, bringing the back of Dextera's hand to his lips, where he kisses it gently. Emotionally. He grins behind it, dropping it after a moment and meeting Dextera's eyes.]
...I thought so, too. [He's embarrassed, and that's pretty clear, but he'll still try to be smooth and cool with that tired grin of his.]
We can do stuff like this whenever you want, too. I don't want us to get too wrapped up in things and forget that we can enjoy each other.
[He doesn't want to waste this opportunity. They're together... nothing is keeping them apart right in this moment. He's clinging to it with all he's got.]
[ dextera loves him so much. his chest is warm and tight with that affection, and seeing guren grin like that makes him wonder how anything in the world could ever be bad if it’s all led him to this moment. ]
…
[ he nods in quiet agreement, but he pushes their hands against guren’s chest, a little playfully. ]
You too.
[ …is what he says, but what he means is more like “take your own advice, punk!” ]
I'm the one who looked into this and called you out here in the first place.
[ISN'T THAT ENOUGH!! What does "looking into this" entail, exactly? He's not telling. But he's laughing quietly, anyway, pushing their hands right back at Dextera's chest.]
[ dextera meets that pushback with a little laugh, and although he’s still clearly been crying just a bit, the tears aren’t falling anymore. he was always happy, anyway. he’s just calming down from that happiness.
he nods.
when he turns to shift a little closer to guren, though, he realizes just how weird he feels in his lower half for a variety of new and exciting reasons.
he touches his stomach. he knows he can’t get pregnant, of course, but— ]
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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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Ah... I—
[His words are strained between his desperate motions, and he barely has the breath for a warning right now. He tries, instead, to squeeze more meaningfully, and he really should pull back— he means to, at least partially. But it's too much when Dextera tightens around him like that. He feels drawn in, and he presses in as much as he can, releasing with a soft cry and thrusting into it, riding the feeling out as he fills Dextera completely.
It's blinding, this pleasure. He needs a moment before he can even make sure that Dextera was able to reach his peak as well, or if he needs to help him more.]
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the tears are flowing more freely now, and dextera is helpless to stop them—guren releasing inside of him doesn’t help that, anyway. it’s a completely foreign sensation like all of this is, and dextera isn’t long behind him.
when he comes, it’s with a breathless sob, and he stills completely except for the way he turns his head back against the sheets. his cock twitches, spilling across his stomach. it’s impossibly good.
his whole body is taut, and his other hand joins the one already laced with guren’s just to hold it more, like he needs to steady himself through the last waves of their nearly-joined orgasm. he gasps at every little aftershock. his face is red and shiny with the flush of exertion, and tears are tracking down the sides of his face, but he looks—
happy. ]
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There's a break from his responsibilities, his worries, his issues. There's just Dextera here, crying happily like the sweetest person he's ever met. Guren lies his weight on Dextera for a moment so his free hand can touch his cheek and slide immediately into his hair, a fond hold as he kisses him.
It's breathy, but the intention there is passionate and heavy. I love you, but in the form of a tired kiss.]
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he just wants to enjoy it. ]
…
[ dextera kisses him back, tired and desperate and unable to stop shaking, but there’s something so confident in the way he does it, too.
he’s wrapped up completely in the moment. ]
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Are you... okay? [ He doesn’t know what to ask a guy after something like this, though... As he draws his hand back, he wipes Dextera’s tears from his face. ]
Did it hurt too much?
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he can still feel guren’s release inside of him.
slowly, he pulls away his other hand and relaxes the grip that’s still intertwined with guren’s, and he turns his face to see guren properly. ]
It was amazing.
[ completely without guile… embarrassing. ]
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...I thought so, too. [He's embarrassed, and that's pretty clear, but he'll still try to be smooth and cool with that tired grin of his.]
We can do stuff like this whenever you want, too. I don't want us to get too wrapped up in things and forget that we can enjoy each other.
[He doesn't want to waste this opportunity. They're together... nothing is keeping them apart right in this moment. He's clinging to it with all he's got.]
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…
[ he nods in quiet agreement, but he pushes their hands against guren’s chest, a little playfully. ]
You too.
[ …is what he says, but what he means is more like “take your own advice, punk!” ]
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[ISN'T THAT ENOUGH!! What does "looking into this" entail, exactly? He's not telling. But he's laughing quietly, anyway, pushing their hands right back at Dextera's chest.]
You're saying you like these kinds of surprises?
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he nods.
when he turns to shift a little closer to guren, though, he realizes just how weird he feels in his lower half for a variety of new and exciting reasons.
he touches his stomach. he knows he can’t get pregnant, of course, but— ]
I can feel it.
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I— didn't pull out as fast as I should have, and then it was too late, so I just— [GOD he feels regret]
I'll help you clean up.
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