[ guren wants to look at him—which is mortifying, in a way, but he knows well enough that it’s not to make fun of him. he would have to be insane to think so, and he’s just self-loathing, not crazy.
he’s being touched all over, in places that he’s scarcely dared to touch himself. dextera isn’t immune to arousal, to attraction and desire, but it’s hard to find a peaceful moment to act on that in any way. so he’s sensitive now, and guren gets exactly what he’s asking for. ]
Ah—!
[ dextera’s lips part with the sound, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused, staring at some point past guren until he blinks and refocuses—but it’s clearly still good, because his pale cheeks are visibly red even in the dark of the night. he slides his gaze away, flustered. ]
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he’s being touched all over, in places that he’s scarcely dared to touch himself. dextera isn’t immune to arousal, to attraction and desire, but it’s hard to find a peaceful moment to act on that in any way. so he’s sensitive now, and guren gets exactly what he’s asking for. ]
Ah—!
[ dextera’s lips part with the sound, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused, staring at some point past guren until he blinks and refocuses—but it’s clearly still good, because his pale cheeks are visibly red even in the dark of the night. he slides his gaze away, flustered. ]