[ 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!!! ]
Wait— [ He doesn’t stop Dextera from taking the cloth, technically, but he does immediately grab onto that hand. ]
I’m not doing this because I think you don’t know how. I’m doing it because it’s part of being close. ...You can clean me off when you try it on me, too.
[ Ugh, he sucks at all of this. ] You’re not mooching. I just... the way I was raised makes it hard for me to ask anyone else for anything. Don’t hold it like a standard.
[ dextera relaxes when guren starts to explain himself, at least. he’d come here with his own odd understanding of the world, but he never thought to turn away help when it was offered to him except in certain specific cases.
he just doesn’t want to be a burden, even for the little things. ]
I need… a lot of help and patience. [ he pushes the cloth back into guren’s hand, gently. ] But I like learning with you.
[ it feels a little silly that they’re having this conversation after everything, earlier—and so when dextera shifts, naturally moving forward to help guide guren’s hand over his legs, he leans in and steals a loving kiss. ]
…
[ he just loves guren. he can’t help these feelings at all. ]
[That's... overwhelming in some silly way. His heart swells in his chest, he kisses back with just as much love, if not more, and he doesn't stop moving the washcloth but it's a lot more distracted.
When the kiss ends, he breathes out against Dextera's lips and smiles, lingering there.]
I'm still cleaning you up and you're making me want to go again. [He is rarely horny aloud like this, only gay feelings can manage this]
[ dextera would love to go again, but he’s pretty sure that he needs to give himself a rest. it doesn’t mean they can’t fool around, but that specific activity might need some time. ]
Hmm.
[ he’s smiling, though, so it’s probably a good hmm. ]
Hmm? [He mimics it right back, grinning as he leans in again. He doesn't care that he's hunched over all awkward to kiss Dextera when one of them is sitting and the other is standing. It's fun to fool around... he's never gotten to do that before.
And so, even if his mimicked hmm was meant as a question for what Dextera was thinking, he kisses him to steal his attention back to this.]
[ it doesn’t hurt quite as much to move around when his attention is on this kiss. no matter what, they’d be in an awkward position, but dextera gives himself a little height by moving to sit on his leg, on the stool.
everything is uncomfortable, but much less so when he’s kissing guren. ]
Heh heh.
[ he laughs quietly against guren’s mouth before pushing back into the kiss, until it goes from teasing, to dextera’s mouth open and receptive.
[Guren's not sure how far they'll actually take this, but that's part of the fun. He hasn't cleaned himself off at all, and even if it's a lot less of a mess than Dextera had to deal with, it's still there.
But he doesn't care. All he cares about is this kiss. Curling his tongue with Dextera's, sucking it lewdly into his own mouth, abandoning the damp washcloth on Dextera's thigh to bring both arms around his shoulders, instead. If that stool wasn't so small, he'd straddle him...
They'll probably move away from the stool if this keeps up, anyway.]
[ it doesn’t matter how many times they do this. it feels like something new and incredible every time. how could he ever take this sensation for granted?
he presses a hand against guren’s chest for leverage, and as soon as he has the chance, he bravely scrapes along guren’s bottom lip. ]
[That's real nice. He shudders out a breath, pressing closer even more and then pulling back just to be sure that Dextera doesn't topple over backwards. He's into this just as much as he's into anything. It's passionate, and he wants to makes this kiss cause more feelings in Dextera than he can comprehend.
He always has big goals like this. Then again, he really does wish he could have finished cleaning up first... But he still doesn't want to stop. Just kissing, just letting this excite the both of them.]
[ it’s just kissing, maybe, but kissing is plenty. it feels like it’s simultaneously cooling them down after earlier and heating them up after a break, and it’s the perfect equalization between two moods. ]
…
[ he parts the kiss so he can touch guren’s face, brushing over his cheek with his thumb. just… touching. admiring. ]
[It's so soft, that it's able to pull him out of the mindset that wants to keep going. He catches his breath against him, staying hunched over like that so Dextera can touch him.]
We can spend time just like this, if you want.
[It sounds nice to him, at least. Going back in the bed (after he's yanked the gross sheets off and replaced them), rolling around and kissing and holding each other and being lazy for a day. He wants it. He just wants to enjoy this company.
His fingers reach back down to take the washcloth.]
[ they can kiss without moving forward too much, too, instead enjoying this comfortable midpoint between desires, and he sighs softly when guren returns to the washcloth. all he wants is this intimate moment in perpetuity. ]
…
[ slowly, he slides one hand down guren’s arm, and guides the cloth to the places that haven’t been gotten yet. it’s not much more after that, at least, and between their efforts, dextera actually does feel clean and refreshed.
[Guren likes even that touch to his arm, following it to finish up with Dextera. Then, it's one more dampening of the cloth to clean himself up, which only takes a moment. Then, that can be set to the side, and he can move back to Dextera, fingertips brushing some of the hair from his eyes.
He's smiling so genuinely, it's a rare sight. Maybe not so much for Dextera, though.]
Better?
[A pause, and some of the cute openness of his smile fades as it quirks into more of a smirk. He glances to the side, lets his hand draw back...]
Well, you'll probably have to take a shit before you really feel better.
[ guren is crass like this, but it’s unfortunately true that dextera probably wouldn’t have even realized it if guren hadn’t told him…
the worst part really is that he’s smirking like it’s funny, and dextera isn’t so much embarrassed by talking about this as he is that guren thinks he’s such a comedian. he’s shifted on the stool again, and he reaches out one foot to lightly kick at guren’s leg.
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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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Wait— [ He doesn’t stop Dextera from taking the cloth, technically, but he does immediately grab onto that hand. ]
I’m not doing this because I think you don’t know how. I’m doing it because it’s part of being close. ...You can clean me off when you try it on me, too.
[ Ugh, he sucks at all of this. ] You’re not mooching. I just... the way I was raised makes it hard for me to ask anyone else for anything. Don’t hold it like a standard.
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[ dextera relaxes when guren starts to explain himself, at least. he’d come here with his own odd understanding of the world, but he never thought to turn away help when it was offered to him except in certain specific cases.
he just doesn’t want to be a burden, even for the little things. ]
I need… a lot of help and patience. [ he pushes the cloth back into guren’s hand, gently. ] But I like learning with you.
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I like it, too. You're not any kind of problem, Dextera. Having you around helps everyone.
[He re-wets the cloth, wrings it out, and cleans at his thighs carefully.]
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…
[ he just loves guren. he can’t help these feelings at all. ]
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When the kiss ends, he breathes out against Dextera's lips and smiles, lingering there.]
I'm still cleaning you up and you're making me want to go again. [He is rarely horny aloud like this, only gay feelings can manage this]
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…
[ dextera would love to go again, but he’s pretty sure that he needs to give himself a rest. it doesn’t mean they can’t fool around, but that specific activity might need some time. ]
Hmm.
[ he’s smiling, though, so it’s probably a good hmm. ]
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Hmm? [He mimics it right back, grinning as he leans in again. He doesn't care that he's hunched over all awkward to kiss Dextera when one of them is sitting and the other is standing. It's fun to fool around... he's never gotten to do that before.
And so, even if his mimicked hmm was meant as a question for what Dextera was thinking, he kisses him to steal his attention back to this.]
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everything is uncomfortable, but much less so when he’s kissing guren. ]
Heh heh.
[ he laughs quietly against guren’s mouth before pushing back into the kiss, until it goes from teasing, to dextera’s mouth open and receptive.
another round, huh… ]
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But he doesn't care. All he cares about is this kiss. Curling his tongue with Dextera's, sucking it lewdly into his own mouth, abandoning the damp washcloth on Dextera's thigh to bring both arms around his shoulders, instead. If that stool wasn't so small, he'd straddle him...
They'll probably move away from the stool if this keeps up, anyway.]
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[ it doesn’t matter how many times they do this. it feels like something new and incredible every time. how could he ever take this sensation for granted?
he presses a hand against guren’s chest for leverage, and as soon as he has the chance, he bravely scrapes along guren’s bottom lip. ]
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He always has big goals like this. Then again, he really does wish he could have finished cleaning up first... But he still doesn't want to stop. Just kissing, just letting this excite the both of them.]
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…
[ he parts the kiss so he can touch guren’s face, brushing over his cheek with his thumb. just… touching. admiring. ]
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We can spend time just like this, if you want.
[It sounds nice to him, at least. Going back in the bed (after he's yanked the gross sheets off and replaced them), rolling around and kissing and holding each other and being lazy for a day. He wants it. He just wants to enjoy this company.
His fingers reach back down to take the washcloth.]
Did I miss anywhere?
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…
[ slowly, he slides one hand down guren’s arm, and guides the cloth to the places that haven’t been gotten yet. it’s not much more after that, at least, and between their efforts, dextera actually does feel clean and refreshed.
in the mood for another nap, too, frankly. ]
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He's smiling so genuinely, it's a rare sight. Maybe not so much for Dextera, though.]
Better?
[A pause, and some of the cute openness of his smile fades as it quirks into more of a smirk. He glances to the side, lets his hand draw back...]
Well, you'll probably have to take a shit before you really feel better.
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the worst part really is that he’s smirking like it’s funny, and dextera isn’t so much embarrassed by talking about this as he is that guren thinks he’s such a comedian. he’s shifted on the stool again, and he reaches out one foot to lightly kick at guren’s leg.
go away!! ]
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