[ something specific... dextera can’t even take a moment to comprehend what’s happening to him now, his jaw clenched tightly as soon as guren wraps around him like that. he’s hard already, helpless under guren’s touch, but he does manage this: dextera slowly prying his fingers from guren’s shoulder to spell against him instead, and the desperation is a little like moaning, too. ]
You
[ that’s clear enough, isn’t it? he wants guren. ]
More
[ dextera breathes out, forcing himself to take control of his body here, and when he turns his face to try to kiss guren, there’s that forward wanting that he showed before. it’s not a shy request, asking for more. he means it. ]
no subject
You
[ that’s clear enough, isn’t it? he wants guren. ]
More
[ dextera breathes out, forcing himself to take control of his body here, and when he turns his face to try to kiss guren, there’s that forward wanting that he showed before. it’s not a shy request, asking for more. he means it. ]