[ dextera moans, an open sound that he didn’t even know he could make, and tries to follow guren’s mouth with a kiss—he just manages to brush against him, before guren pulls away, but the desperate way he moves is a sign of how deep in this he is even without a kiss. ]
Hot. [ mouthed. ] It’s hot.
[ his hips are twisting, the muscles in his leg twitching with his desire to to come that’s only barely suppressed. and if guren comes like this, it’ll spill right onto dextera, which—doesn’t sound bad at all. ]
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[ dextera moans, an open sound that he didn’t even know he could make, and tries to follow guren’s mouth with a kiss—he just manages to brush against him, before guren pulls away, but the desperate way he moves is a sign of how deep in this he is even without a kiss. ]
Hot. [ mouthed. ] It’s hot.
[ his hips are twisting, the muscles in his leg twitching with his desire to to come that’s only barely suppressed. and if guren comes like this, it’ll spill right onto dextera, which—doesn’t sound bad at all. ]