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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
[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.]
[ A rare forward flirting comment from Guren... He lifts his hand again, brushes some hair from Dextera’s face, and then shifts to stand up, feeling pretty gross himself. They need showers, but sadly they can’t get that here. ]
Let’s get cleaned up.
[ He thought ahead and brought water, but it’s limited and cold, so... He extends his hand to Dextera. ] Move slow, in case you’re sore.
[HOW ELSE DOES HE REPLY TO THIS It's so funny... But he keeps his real comments back and leaves it at that, moving back and towards the bathroom in this little hut. Honestly, he could have put this water anywhere, but the bathroom seemed a fine place.
There's a washcloth inside that he reaches for, glancing back to Dextera.]
[ dextera has to take a moment to consider his own condition… but aside from soreness, he feels fine. tomorrow, he thinks he’ll be back to normal completely, and the soreness is kind of a reminder of what they did.
he nods, smiling a little shyly as he very, very tenderly takes a seat on an old stool for the bath. ]
Still weird. Maybe… [ he spells it out. ] “Slimy.”
That's gross. [AGAIN WITH THIS... Anyway, he wets the washcloth, then moves over next to Dextera.]
If we had running water, we could have a shower or a bath... But right now, I'll just clean you up like this, and you can take a real bath later.
[He's going to start with scrubbing at his stomach for him. Which, to be fair, Dextera could do on his own... but Guren is responsible for this in the first place, so he's going to help.]
[ it tickles, a little, to have guren teasing his stomach with the washcloth like that—but dextera dutifully remains still, listening to guren as he talks. ]
What about you?
[ guren didn’t get half as gross, but how does he feel, anyway? ]
[The water, now that he's scrubbing it on Dextera, seems to be a bit soapy! He's trying his best and so am I.]
I feel good. I mean, I'm not really clean yet, either... But we're getting there. [He doesn't seem to mind being close in his touches, considering this an intimate moment still. His free hand is on Dextera's shoulder as he scrubs, and he's very tender.]
[ dextera doesn’t think he needs to say again how much he enjoyed it, but his cheeks burn with the reminder of what they did—the emotional value of it, at least. ]
What was that?
[ he shapes the bottle with his hands, referring to the coconut oil. ]
[Do you know how long he had to mash up coconuts and separate shit and sieve it. He was dedicated. He thought it would be best since it smelled nice, too, even if it was now a dried sort of yellow on his skin. It's fine.]
I've got a good amount from a handful of coconuts, at least, but when we run out of those... [Well. Maybe Dave can grow coconuts, too.]
[ guren trails off like it’s something ominous, but dextera is already thinking ahead. estelle and joshua have more coconuts than any one household should have, after all. ]
Estelle and Joshua [ disgustingly, although he has separate names for the both of them, he signs their duo as Brights ] have a lot.
[ discussing big bro post-coitus may not be the most romantic thing, but they’re talking technicalities anyway. estelle and joshua let him have a coconut to give to sinistra! surely they would let him have one for sex.
he watches guren’s hand move lower, and he feels like reaching out to brush over guren’s skin so he does. it’s not meaningful or anything—he just wanted to enhance their contact. ]
[ “it’s different” is just a nicer way of saying “yes” without actually saying yes, guren! dextera winces, suddenly mortified, and he starts to take the cloth.
actually, he can clean himself!! thank you though!!! ]
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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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[ A rare forward flirting comment from Guren... He lifts his hand again, brushes some hair from Dextera’s face, and then shifts to stand up, feeling pretty gross himself. They need showers, but sadly they can’t get that here. ]
Let’s get cleaned up.
[ He thought ahead and brought water, but it’s limited and cold, so... He extends his hand to Dextera. ] Move slow, in case you’re sore.
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Oof.
[ doing it in the first place was nice, even incredible, but the aftermath is quite a lot to get used to. ]
You’re big.
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[HOW ELSE DOES HE REPLY TO THIS It's so funny... But he keeps his real comments back and leaves it at that, moving back and towards the bathroom in this little hut. Honestly, he could have put this water anywhere, but the bathroom seemed a fine place.
There's a washcloth inside that he reaches for, glancing back to Dextera.]
How are you feeling now?
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he nods, smiling a little shyly as he very, very tenderly takes a seat on an old stool for the bath. ]
Still weird. Maybe… [ he spells it out. ] “Slimy.”
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That's gross. [AGAIN WITH THIS... Anyway, he wets the washcloth, then moves over next to Dextera.]
If we had running water, we could have a shower or a bath... But right now, I'll just clean you up like this, and you can take a real bath later.
[He's going to start with scrubbing at his stomach for him. Which, to be fair, Dextera could do on his own... but Guren is responsible for this in the first place, so he's going to help.]
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What about you?
[ guren didn’t get half as gross, but how does he feel, anyway? ]
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[The water, now that he's scrubbing it on Dextera, seems to be a bit soapy! He's trying his best and so am I.]
I feel good. I mean, I'm not really clean yet, either... But we're getting there. [He doesn't seem to mind being close in his touches, considering this an intimate moment still. His free hand is on Dextera's shoulder as he scrubs, and he's very tender.]
I liked it.
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What was that?
[ he shapes the bottle with his hands, referring to the coconut oil. ]
It smelled good.
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[Do you know how long he had to mash up coconuts and separate shit and sieve it. He was dedicated. He thought it would be best since it smelled nice, too, even if it was now a dried sort of yellow on his skin. It's fine.]
I've got a good amount from a handful of coconuts, at least, but when we run out of those... [Well. Maybe Dave can grow coconuts, too.]
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Estelle and Joshua [ disgustingly, although he has separate names for the both of them, he signs their duo as Brights ] have a lot.
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[ He can’t steal all of them for sex. He blinks, rewetting the cloth and dipping lower this time, slowly. ]
Would they let you have some?
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I gave one to my brother.
[ discussing big bro post-coitus may not be the most romantic thing, but they’re talking technicalities anyway. estelle and joshua let him have a coconut to give to sinistra! surely they would let him have one for sex.
he watches guren’s hand move lower, and he feels like reaching out to brush over guren’s skin so he does. it’s not meaningful or anything—he just wanted to enhance their contact. ]
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That's one, though. Asking for coconuts again and again is a little too much mooching for me. Growing would be easier.
[He's not about coconut theft and taking more than he deserves...] Still, maybe we can ask once.
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[ hm? something caught his attention in that sentence, and dextera forces guren to stop washing for a second so he’s got his full attention. ]
Am I “mooching”?
[ look at him spell it out… he’s suddenly worried that people take care of him too much. ]
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[ HE DIDN’T EXPECT THIS. The fumble is clear on his face, and he pauses from scrubbing off filth to lift both hands in defense. ]
No. It’s different when you don’t know about things.
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actually, he can clean himself!! thank you though!!! ]
I know how to do this.
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