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.
[Guren laughs as he's kicked, stepping back and lifting his hands in mock surrender. He's all cute about continuing to step back like this.]
What, you want some privacy? [They can't even take dumps inside probably idfk but still Guren is like this] I'll go clean up the bed, so I'll meet you back there.
[ it’s been enough months that there’s probably some system in place even if it involves outhouses but i don’t want to think about the plumbing situation.
what dextera does do is retrieve his clothes from the bedroom so that he doesn’t have to accidentally expose himself to anyone, even out here in the relatively quiet district of flavo.
once THAT is done, he peeks back into the bedroom, still only half-clothed but most certainly feeling better and cleaner. ]
[ By now, Guren is wearing his pants, and the dirty sheets are bundled off to the side of the room for Guren to take and wash later. The oil is tucked away in his pocket, and he’s smiling over newly placed old looking sheets when Dextera enters again. He turns, moving to sit back on the bed and extend his hands for Dex to come take them. ]
[ they do so much with their hands. they touch, they hold, and dextera uses his own to speak, too. seeing guren with his hands so simply extended in invitation feels more intimate just because it’s guren, and dextera gently takes them and squeezes them in a greeting that’s almost shy. ]
[ It is intimate. It’s always intimate, and Guren feels like he can’t hold all of this feeling in. What can he do with this? It’s so hard to hold all this love and be too embarrassed to share it regularly. His smile only brightens, even as he looks down a little, and he tugs Dextera a little closer, spreading his knees so he can stand between them against the bed. ]
What do you want to do? Sit here, go somewhere else? It’s been a while since we’ve taken a whole day to ourselves.
[ it has been a while, hasn’t it? even that evening spent together after the siren rescue wasn’t exactly relaxing. it was more like a necessity of exhaustion, but this is well and truly the beginning of a lazy day.
he moves guren’s hands until he’s practically forcing guren to touch his face, which luckily also frees up his own hands to respond. ]
Can we… [ ah, it’s such a simple request, but he’s embarrassed. ] …go for a walk?
[ dextera doesn’t have any place in particular in mind. all he wants is to enjoy the scenery and find the flowers that have been restored—it would be nice, wouldn’t it? he wants to see the world with guren, after such an emotional, intimate afternoon. they’ve come a long way from dextera crying over grass. ]
…
[ he kisses back, smiling against guren’s mouth, then even after they part. ]
[He's firm on that, at least, his fingers moving affectionately across skin before he leans back a little more. He'll wait for Dextera to move out of the way before standing and grabbing his shirt and vest.]
This is just how it's supposed to be. It's not anything more than I should be doing. [He doesn't want Dextera to think it is, when his self-esteem already seems so low.]
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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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[Guren laughs as he's kicked, stepping back and lifting his hands in mock surrender. He's all cute about continuing to step back like this.]
What, you want some privacy? [They can't even take dumps inside probably idfk but still Guren is like this] I'll go clean up the bed, so I'll meet you back there.
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what dextera does do is retrieve his clothes from the bedroom so that he doesn’t have to accidentally expose himself to anyone, even out here in the relatively quiet district of flavo.
once THAT is done, he peeks back into the bedroom, still only half-clothed but most certainly feeling better and cleaner. ]
…?
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Hey.
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…
[ he smiles back. ]
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What do you want to do? Sit here, go somewhere else? It’s been a while since we’ve taken a whole day to ourselves.
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he moves guren’s hands until he’s practically forcing guren to touch his face, which luckily also frees up his own hands to respond. ]
Can we… [ ah, it’s such a simple request, but he’s embarrassed. ] …go for a walk?
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[His hands have been moved here, anyway, so he smooths his thumbs over Dextera's cheeks, cupping his face.]
Wherever you want. Let me finish getting dressed.
[But not before he tugs him closer for a little kiss.]
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…
[ he kisses back, smiling against guren’s mouth, then even after they part. ]
You… spoil me.
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[He's firm on that, at least, his fingers moving affectionately across skin before he leans back a little more. He'll wait for Dextera to move out of the way before standing and grabbing his shirt and vest.]
This is just how it's supposed to be. It's not anything more than I should be doing. [He doesn't want Dextera to think it is, when his self-esteem already seems so low.]
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