[ 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. ]
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[ 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— ]
[ dextera is probably not going to like it in an hour or so, when the mood has well and truly passed, but for now it’s not the worst thing he’s ever felt. he’s a sticky, wet mess—but it’s oddly satisfying. ]
[What the fuck. He doesn't understand this, but... also it makes his heart flutter that he expresses that he does like it? This is the weirdest, most embarrassing discussion he's ever had. Lord help him.]
That's gross. [Mumbled in that tsun way of his... But his pleasure can be seen in how he leans back on his side, closer to Dextera, wrapping his free arm around him to tug him closer. He's aiming to steal another kiss.]
[ it’s so gross. dextera knows it’s gross, but it’s something that he likes anyway—of everything that he’s ever had in his body, this is definitely the most pleasant.
he just likes the reminder of what they did, even if he can also feel it starting to slick the backs of his thighs along with sweat. gross! ]
Heh heh.
[ he leans into that kiss, heedless of the mess on either side of him. when he pulls back, he’s got an idea. ]
[It's so funny, because even thinking out how to do this took some mental preparation. He'd thought, briefly along the way, about how it might feel the other way around, but he didn't expect Dextera to honestly just bring it up like that. He's downright flustered, now, letting out a breath too fast.]
What, seriously? You'd want to?
[He's immediately worried that sounds like he's uninterested. This is like the ultimate mind game on him and Dextera was just being cute.]
[ guren’s reaction makes dextera wonder if he said something wrong or strange. it’s embarrassing, because sex is embarrassing, but it’s just the two of them here, isn’t it?
[ dextera loves that look on guren’s face. it makes him want to kiss guren all over and draw out that embarrassment more and more—luckily for guren, he has some restraint because he’s tired. ]
We can practice on me.
[ a weird way of saying he wants to keep doing this, like this, until they’re both comfortable with the idea of guren taking it… “practice.” ]
[Practice, he says... He's burning from head to toe, having to talk about this out loud instead of just going with feelings and not acknowledging them. But... it's good, he thinks, for Dextera to bring it all up.]
Yeah. As many times as we want. [It's going to be so hard not to just do this in one of their houses... Ugh. Why does he have to stop himself?]
Just remember... you can do whatever you want. I'll tell you if I don't like something. Whenever you want, okay?
dextera doesn’t really know anything about sex. he knows what feels good on his body, and he knows what guren can do to make him feel good, too. there’s got to be more to it, though. more options, more things to try, when dextera himself seems attracted to so much.
it’s just a matter of testing. ]
…
[ he nods, and moves forward to kiss guren again, feeling bold. ]
[Kisses... are such a nice way of communicating. He doesn't have to worry about forming the correct words to get his meaning across. It's just here, in the action. He can pull Dextera flush to him, not care about the mess, and just kiss, following whatever pace he sets. Slow, fast, long, short... he just wants to kiss him back.
[ dextera feels like he could go another round, after all that, but he’s also just quietly happy to kiss guren and bask in the feeling of being together like this. ]
…
[ when he pulls back, it’s with a quiet sigh, and he actually nuzzles guren. he feels… blissful. ]
[This is heavenly. He wants to tell him that, to say he loves him, or express that he's so happy he has this... but he can't. He'd ruin it somehow, he's sure of it. He'd put a burden on him, or jynx it, or god knows what else, and he just wants to quietly appreciate it, instead. So, he squeezes their joined hands, smooths his other hand over Dextera's back and at the base of his neck, and holds him close, humming in satisfaction.
After a moment, his leg shifts to tangle between Dextera's, as well.]
[ it’s sunny and beautiful outside, and of all the districts, flavo is the most peaceful—it really does feel like it’s just the two of them here in this little paradise together, no matter the mix and lack of color that stills dots the town, this room.
dextera closes his eyes and lets their legs tangle together.
later, they’ll both need to clean up, and clean these sheets, too… but for now, the satisfaction of the afterglow is finally weighing him down into exhaustion. they could use a nap. ]
[A nap... is sounding just perfect, right about now. He can feel Dextera's heartbeat, this close, and it seems like it matches his own. He's not sure if that's true or just wishful thinking, but again, it doesn't matter right now.
Dextera is his. He's Dextera's. And here, together, their time is theirs alone. They can waste as much of the day away like this as they want. Guren's eyes drift closed, too, as he takes a deep breath, enjoying everything about this moment. It won't take long to drift asleep like this.]
[ dextera doesn’t fight sleep, when it starts to come to him. he’s still a sweaty, sticky mess, but in guren’s company like this it’s all so easy to ignore—so he lets himself doze off, with the sun filtering through the little window of the bedroom, and his last thought is that there’s probably not a person in the world as happy as he is, right now. ]
…
[ upon stirring a few hours later, however, the sweat and stickiness has officially tipped over to “uncomfortable.”
he shifts, adjusting his position so that he can stare at guren until he wakes up, too. ]
[Hmmm. It's comfortable here, but it's the middle of the day, so it's not too hard to wake up, right now. Especially when he feels someone staring at him. His eyes open slowly, with a few blinks, and then there's a quiet smile tugging at his lips, and he smooths a hand over the front of Dextera's chest.]
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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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[ dextera is probably not going to like it in an hour or so, when the mood has well and truly passed, but for now it’s not the worst thing he’s ever felt. he’s a sticky, wet mess—but it’s oddly satisfying. ]
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[What the fuck. He doesn't understand this, but... also it makes his heart flutter that he expresses that he does like it? This is the weirdest, most embarrassing discussion he's ever had. Lord help him.]
That's gross. [Mumbled in that tsun way of his... But his pleasure can be seen in how he leans back on his side, closer to Dextera, wrapping his free arm around him to tug him closer. He's aiming to steal another kiss.]
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he just likes the reminder of what they did, even if he can also feel it starting to slick the backs of his thighs along with sweat. gross! ]
Heh heh.
[ he leans into that kiss, heedless of the mess on either side of him. when he pulls back, he’s got an idea. ]
Your turn next.
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What, seriously? You'd want to?
[He's immediately worried that sounds like he's uninterested. This is like the ultimate mind game on him and Dextera was just being cute.]
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a private moment for a private discussion. ]
Yes. Do you?
[ staring… ]
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[His face is a little red, isn't it? And he keeps smoothing his thumb over Dextera's hand to make up for it.]
Don't make me say it. I'd want to try anything with you. [He said it anyway, this loser...]
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We can practice on me.
[ a weird way of saying he wants to keep doing this, like this, until they’re both comfortable with the idea of guren taking it… “practice.” ]
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Yeah. As many times as we want. [It's going to be so hard not to just do this in one of their houses... Ugh. Why does he have to stop himself?]
Just remember... you can do whatever you want. I'll tell you if I don't like something. Whenever you want, okay?
[Opening the table to... any experimenting.]
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dextera doesn’t really know anything about sex. he knows what feels good on his body, and he knows what guren can do to make him feel good, too. there’s got to be more to it, though. more options, more things to try, when dextera himself seems attracted to so much.
it’s just a matter of testing. ]
…
[ he nods, and moves forward to kiss guren again, feeling bold. ]
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This warmth between them is so comfortable.]
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…
[ when he pulls back, it’s with a quiet sigh, and he actually nuzzles guren. he feels… blissful. ]
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After a moment, his leg shifts to tangle between Dextera's, as well.]
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dextera closes his eyes and lets their legs tangle together.
later, they’ll both need to clean up, and clean these sheets, too… but for now, the satisfaction of the afterglow is finally weighing him down into exhaustion. they could use a nap. ]
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Dextera is his. He's Dextera's. And here, together, their time is theirs alone. They can waste as much of the day away like this as they want. Guren's eyes drift closed, too, as he takes a deep breath, enjoying everything about this moment. It won't take long to drift asleep like this.]
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…
[ upon stirring a few hours later, however, the sweat and stickiness has officially tipped over to “uncomfortable.”
he shifts, adjusting his position so that he can stare at guren until he wakes up, too. ]
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Did the gross catch up to you?
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…weird.
[ the come has dried on his stomach, but maybe it’s the moisture that keeps his thighs slick and soft. it sounds nice, but it’s unpleasantly odd. ]
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