[ dextera lets out a breath from the back of his throat, his whole body flushing hot at the sound of guren’s voice. it feels as if it’s echoing in his chest, and landing somewhere right in the pit of his stomach, too good, that heat coaxed to his arousal with guren’s hand around him.
more—more of this, he wants— ]
Mm—!
[ his hand stills when guren teases him, his touch forgotten by the changing rhythm. he’s nearly completely unaware of the rest of the world, his hips jerking up into guren’s grip. ]
no subject
more—more of this, he wants— ]
Mm—!
[ his hand stills when guren teases him, his touch forgotten by the changing rhythm. he’s nearly completely unaware of the rest of the world, his hips jerking up into guren’s grip. ]