[He could never refuse a kiss. He's weak to them, melting and pressing back with all of his heart. Light, spaced out kisses, wanting, and if he can get away with encouraging them deeper, then he does, however long until Dextera's lips leave him again.
But they're so close, he has so much else to be happy for. Like how his hands can roam, sliding back up his back and down, one of them moving to the front to push at whatever he's got on that he was sleeping in. That dumb coat?? Just a shirt?? Doesn't matter, Guren wants it gone so he can feel more.
With that nightmare far behind him, nothing else matters but them being closer, now.]
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But they're so close, he has so much else to be happy for. Like how his hands can roam, sliding back up his back and down, one of them moving to the front to push at whatever he's got on that he was sleeping in. That dumb coat?? Just a shirt?? Doesn't matter, Guren wants it gone so he can feel more.
With that nightmare far behind him, nothing else matters but them being closer, now.]