[...Oh. That is bold. Guren feels his shirt slip from his shoulders and down his arms, but he doesn't want to pull them away from holding himself up over Dextera. Eventually, he lets one arm slip out of a sleeve and then uses that to push at Dextera's clothing, next. Jacket, shirt, all above the waist right now, but his heavy kisses say enough. He's very much interested, too.]
Dex... [He breathes that nickname of a nickname against his lips, longing, encouraging, his body leaning in to each touch. He wants more. Impossibly so. He's enjoying every second of this, but he wants more.
His teeth scrape gently against Dextera's bottom lip with his next kiss.]
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Dex... [He breathes that nickname of a nickname against his lips, longing, encouraging, his body leaning in to each touch. He wants more. Impossibly so. He's enjoying every second of this, but he wants more.
His teeth scrape gently against Dextera's bottom lip with his next kiss.]