[ dextera may never admit this to a soul, but the none-too-subtle way guren commands the situation, with his deep voice and intense attention, makes dextera’s stomach twist in an arousal that practically wrings his orgasm out of him. he grits his teeth when he comes, but that’s not at all enough to keep him from crying out as he spills across guren’s hand. ]
Ggh—ah—!
[ even through it all, he’s stroking guren, too—his hand picking up in his own intensity because he wants to feel it, under his hand, onto him.
his own cock pulses hot, the muscles in his thighs and stomach tense the entire, dizzying time. ]
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Ggh—ah—!
[ even through it all, he’s stroking guren, too—his hand picking up in his own intensity because he wants to feel it, under his hand, onto him.
his own cock pulses hot, the muscles in his thighs and stomach tense the entire, dizzying time. ]