[ dextera wants to give more, but he hardly knows how. at least exposing skin, touching the places they uncover, that’s all easy enough. he kisses, and doesn’t stop kissing, even when a part of him wants to be shy about his scar.
his clothes end up a mess, half-off and pushed up his chest, but the effect is clear enough: they want each other, desperately, and dextera digs his fingers into guren’s shoulder when he feels those teeth against his bottom lip.
he answers with a desperate noise, barely even able to catch his breath with how hard he’s kissing back, and inevitably, their teeth clack at least once with how eager dextera is. ]
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his clothes end up a mess, half-off and pushed up his chest, but the effect is clear enough: they want each other, desperately, and dextera digs his fingers into guren’s shoulder when he feels those teeth against his bottom lip.
he answers with a desperate noise, barely even able to catch his breath with how hard he’s kissing back, and inevitably, their teeth clack at least once with how eager dextera is. ]