[ dextera watches guren like a hungry animal, his eyes following every small movement of guren's agonizingly slow strip-down—there's a need in his eyes, something that almost seems ravenous behind that bright blue gaze, and his tongue wets his lips before he's even thinking about it.
he's not thinking about any of it, really, following instinct now that guren has stopped touching him. he'd do just about anything to get back, and so guren doesn't have to wait long before dextera reaches out and takes him in hand. his eyes are nowhere near guren's face, but that's just as well—his expression is a mix of concentration and awe and those nearly insatiable fantasies, and he would be embarrassed if he saw even a fraction of himself reflected. ]
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[ guren is so hot in his hand, and his own cock twitches as if he were touching himself from trying to mirror guren's strokes. ]
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he's not thinking about any of it, really, following instinct now that guren has stopped touching him. he'd do just about anything to get back, and so guren doesn't have to wait long before dextera reaches out and takes him in hand. his eyes are nowhere near guren's face, but that's just as well—his expression is a mix of concentration and awe and those nearly insatiable fantasies, and he would be embarrassed if he saw even a fraction of himself reflected. ]
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[ guren is so hot in his hand, and his own cock twitches as if he were touching himself from trying to mirror guren's strokes. ]