teaism | more hurt/comfort, neverending

more hurt/comfort, neverending

[Sometimes, it's just too difficult to sleep. The thoughts, the responsibilities, the nightmares that are likely to show up. Guren is tired of it all, and when staring at his ceiling just won't do the trick, he decides to take a walk.

It wasn't surprising to find himself walking to Bluo. There was no real intention to bother anyone at this hour. The stars were bright against an unnaturally dark sky, even if the water won't properly reflect them when it's this murky in the harbor. It's late, and even as he moves to pass by Dextera's house, look at their tulips, he doesn't expect to see him outside, as well.

He moves up quietly, though he doesn't make any attempt to hide his approaching footsteps. Near the water, looking at the sky, it seems that Dextera wasn't able to fall asleep, either.]

Can't sleep? [So, he speaks up, settling down to sit beside him without asking, and giving him a curious look. Maybe it's something he can help with.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Being out in the open is only making his heart beat faster. It's fine, he doesn't care, and doesn't that say everything? That it's fine beneath the stars like this, just outside of Dextera's house, too much in the open.

It's like this has been waiting to come out for ages, and now it was overflowing between them. He almost doesn't know how to handle all of these emotions, all of this desire. He just kisses, open-mouthed and inviting, searching, desperate to feel Dextera as close as he can.

Eventually, his body lowers, and he doesn't want to rest on top of him or anything, but he's lowered enough that their bodies brush more than a few times.]

[ dextera doesn’t want to pry their hands apart, no matter how awkward the angle becomes, but eventually, he needs to sign against guren’s chest with his free hand.

it’s desperate, and he’s mouthing the sentiment too. ]

I love you.

[ and again, and again—he loves guren, and after he says it once, it seems to come out of him endlessly. ]

[ The breath he takes in is shaky, after that, and he takes a moment to process it. This is sincere. It’s so sincere it hurts, and though it surprises him, the block in his heart there to keep him from focusing on feelings like these is moving, slipping aside enough that he can respond. ]

I... [ He struggles with this. He feels like a child for it, but already he’s gotten more out than before. He’s worried that as soon as he says it, something horrible will happen. He doesn’t know why. ]

I love you, too. [ But he says it, whispered and emotional as it is, and he swallows hard to hold back his tears, still. He ducks down further to touch his forehead to the ground near Dextera’s face. Once is all he can manage. ]

[ that’s all right. once is more than enough, because guren tried, and even if he had said nothing, dextera could have probably gotten something out of it.

they love each other. a feeling he never thought he would know—it’s incredible. ]

...

[ he exhales, letting the fervor of their kissing subside, in the quiet of the night. there’s no sound from the water, but that too is fine, for now. he rubs the hand that was signing so hopefully stroke down guren’s back instead, and his heart pounds in his throat. ]

[ It’s nice and terrifying all at the same time. He’s still going to punch the archangel if he ever sees him, but maybe he just doesn’t have to share that information. Maybe he can just hug and kiss and love on Dextera until he feels better. ]

...

[ He has plenty he could say. That he wants to be the only one on Dextera’s mind sometimes. That he thinks he can help him fall asleep. Instead, he just turns to kiss the side of his neck, and slips to rest on his side next to him, instead of over him. ]

[ dextera hasn't forgotten that guren couldn't sleep either, or else he wouldn't have even come out here in the first place—but they're here together now, and dextera doesn't feel tired at all. it's becoming a good feeling now, though. strange in his exhaustion, his emotions running high, but those emotions are welcome when he was earlier dwelling on his fear. ]

...mm.

[ a quiet, grateful sound. dextera is still on his back, staring up at the sky—and it seems he's lost where the malkuth cross was, only able to trace out the pattern of the constellations he made with guren. he wants to keep kissing, but not in that desperate, hungry way they were before. he just wants to feel guren, and so he turns his face just enough to kiss guren's hair.

he still smells like that shampoo dextera liked so much. ]

[What a nice little kiss. He was having trouble sleeping before, and he's sure he could stay up all night like this, kissing slowly, rolling around by the water. It'd be nice— whatever they could do without interruption.

He rests his hand over Dextera's cheek and moves up, slowly, to catch his lips in yet another kiss. Slow, affectionate, loving. It is all very romantic. Their first kiss, under the stars, followed by hundreds of other kisses in varying types and lengths. He likes it.]

C'mere. [He mumbles it against his lips with a grin, his hand slipping down to Dextera's shoulder and arm, encouraging him to turn closer, to fall into this kissing with him again.]

Ah...

[ dextera can feel guren’s smile, and that’s better than any kiss, really.

though now that they’ve done it once, twice, a few times now—dextera wants to keep kissing, not yet satisfied since guren is drawing him back into it.

he returns the kiss slowly, and there’s something in the back of his mind that tells him where he should go, what he should do, but it’s not enough to say that he has experience. he’s following instinct, and instinct still leaves him shy.

he can’t believe guren wants this. ]

[He wants this. He wants this, and he wants more, and he wants it so much. When an impatient noise slips out in the middle of his kiss, he breaks it again, catching his breath as close as they are and letting an arm wrap over Dextera and smooth up his back.]

Should I stop? [Because boy is he realizing he won't unless he's told to, now.]

[ dextera shakes his head, though he realizes it’s a somewhat unnecessary gesture when they’re so close. ]

No. [ he mouths it instead. ] Don’t stop.

[ that might be a dangerous allowance when it seems like they want each other quite badly—but if neither of them can sleep, why not take advantage of the night? ]

[Hmmm, that is giving him a lot of freedom. He kisses again, short and sweet, and his hand slips back down Dextera's back, tracing his whole spine, pointedly.]

In your room, or out here?

[Honestly, he's not sure either is more "private", so it's just a matter of Dextera's preference. Either they go too far out here by the water, in the open, or they try to make it to Dextera's room and Guren probably starts kissing him hungrily in the hallway. It's all good.]

I don't want to stop at all.

[ there’s something in guren’s tone that makes dextera shiver, but it’s good, warmth pooling in his stomach at the feeling of being so wanted—and wanting in return, as if there could be any doubt that he’s in love with guren’s touch. ]

Ah—

[ he’s horny. there is no excuse for it, except that he has a lot of desire in his chest, and making a decision when he wants all of this right now is almost impossible. he pushes himself closer to guren. ]

Here.

[ made on the fact he doesn’t want to move. ]

[What are two horny "friends" going to do, out by the water, enjoying kisses. It's natural progression, even if he knows he's maybe jumping too fast and should slow down for Dextera's sake. Maybe he should make them stop, tell him they can do this later.

But desire is twisting under his skin, and he just can't. Time is limited. They could be interrupted with a horrible event the next morning. Who knows when they'll be able to have a quiet moment together again? And so, he pulls Dextera closer to him, kissing at his lips until his weight shifts to roll him on his back again.

Then, his hand pulls back. He's just got a button down and some pants on, and maybe if he goes first, Dextera can feel relaxed. He undoes the first few buttons to his shirt, quietly, eyes watching Dextera's face. Then, he dips down, kissing him again as his hand works at the rest. He'll leave it open, but he won't bother with shrugging it off.]

[ there’s a look of interest on dextera’s face that guren almost certainly has not seen before. everyone at home always told him that he was too obvious when the heat of arousal started to overtake him, but maybe that’s not a bad thing now. he breathes out, and then guren is kissing him again, so dextera touches his chest—roaming, interested in the feeling of skin under his fingers. ]

...

[ surprise! a horny dextera is a bold dextera, and one of his hands slides up, over guren’s shoulder, his fingers prying under the fabric of guren’s sleeve in order to try to push it off.

taking it slow “for dextera’s sake” seems to be disagreeable right now. ]

[...Oh. That is bold. Guren feels his shirt slip from his shoulders and down his arms, but he doesn't want to pull them away from holding himself up over Dextera. Eventually, he lets one arm slip out of a sleeve and then uses that to push at Dextera's clothing, next. Jacket, shirt, all above the waist right now, but his heavy kisses say enough. He's very much interested, too.]

Dex... [He breathes that nickname of a nickname against his lips, longing, encouraging, his body leaning in to each touch. He wants more. Impossibly so. He's enjoying every second of this, but he wants more.

His teeth scrape gently against Dextera's bottom lip with his next kiss.]

[ dextera wants to give more, but he hardly knows how. at least exposing skin, touching the places they uncover, that’s all easy enough. he kisses, and doesn’t stop kissing, even when a part of him wants to be shy about his scar.

his clothes end up a mess, half-off and pushed up his chest, but the effect is clear enough: they want each other, desperately, and dextera digs his fingers into guren’s shoulder when he feels those teeth against his bottom lip.

he answers with a desperate noise, barely even able to catch his breath with how hard he’s kissing back, and inevitably, their teeth clack at least once with how eager dextera is. ]

[ Ah, this is too good. Tension is rising quickly with how heated they’re getting, and it’s amazing that it can feel so deep and passionate while also being so rushed and desperate. It’s completely unlike his first and only time, but while Guren is terribly inexperienced with this, he makes up with it in confidence.

He does what he feels is right and doesn’t back down from it. Right now, that’s smoothing his palm down Dextera’s chest and then over his pants, teasing past sensitive areas and over thighs before he comes up again. When he palms at Dextera, it’s slow and purposeful, and his breath hitches with his actions almost like he’s doing it to himself. He’s just into it. He wants to hear those small noises, hints of Dextera’s voice, and he’ll draw them out however he can.

Teeth clacking just means they’re really into it. ]

Let me see your face. [ That’s the reason to break from kissing, now, his voice heavy and his eyes, too. He presses his palm up between his legs again, feeling him out, fingers tracing around him as he watches for reaction. Can’t he watch this? ]

[ guren wants to look at him—which is mortifying, in a way, but he knows well enough that it’s not to make fun of him. he would have to be insane to think so, and he’s just self-loathing, not crazy.

he’s being touched all over, in places that he’s scarcely dared to touch himself. dextera isn’t immune to arousal, to attraction and desire, but it’s hard to find a peaceful moment to act on that in any way. so he’s sensitive now, and guren gets exactly what he’s asking for. ]

Ah—!

[ dextera’s lips part with the sound, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused, staring at some point past guren until he blinks and refocuses—but it’s clearly still good, because his pale cheeks are visibly red even in the dark of the night. he slides his gaze away, flustered. ]

[It's everything he wanted to see and more. The real way Dextera reacts, the openness, the sound— he's incredibly aware, now, just how much he wants Dextera. He wants to be impossibly close, closer than they can manage right now, and he wants Dextera to feel complete ecstasy over it. To show him that, to give him a wonderful memory just with the two of them, and to keep creating those memories.

Holding hands, sharing warmth, watching the sky, being impossibly close. He wants all of that.

He looks stunning like this, but Guren can't say it. He shows it in his body language, instead. His clear, heavy interest, and the way his eyelids seem so heavy as he watches Dextera's face. His hand moves up only to slip beneath his waistband, and then he's palming at him again, testing.

Dextera seems flustered, of course, so Guren calms his nonstop watching by dipping down again to catch his lips in a soft kiss. It's a little lazier, when he's focused on his hand doing so much, but he's open and inviting to however hungrily Dextera wants to kiss him back.]

[ all at once, it's like dextera can't catch his breath. he's so sensitive, and it's a potent mixture of surprise and nerves that makes him automatically arch when guren touches him. his fingers dig ever tighter against guren's skin, and he wants to kiss, but finds it so hard when guren is feeling him like that.

so it's more like his mouth is open against guren's, his lips moving just enough to be called a kiss in between the little sounds and breaths he's taking. ]

...!

[ it's not fair. it's not fair, for guren to be able to just do this to him, but dextera isn't truly so opposed. ]

[He hasn't even been touched between his legs himself and he's getting aroused. He's fine right now, paying attention only to Dextera and not worrying about himself, but it's going to get more difficult like this. Especially in this position.

Hmm. But now he's daydreaming of other positions, and that makes it difficult to move from this one at all. So while he's thinking about pressing up to Dextera from behind with one hand around his dick and the other at his mouth, or pulling him into his lap and stroking him until he can't take it, he'll just finally slip his hand out of his pants and shove both those and his underwear down and out of the way.

It's just enough that his fingers can wrap around him and finally stroke for real, his lips ghosting across his cheek now.]

Do you want something specific? [Hot sex talk is Guren taking requests... he tries]

[ something specific... dextera can’t even take a moment to comprehend what’s happening to him now, his jaw clenched tightly as soon as guren wraps around him like that. he’s hard already, helpless under guren’s touch, but he does manage this: dextera slowly prying his fingers from guren’s shoulder to spell against him instead, and the desperation is a little like moaning, too. ]

You

[ that’s clear enough, isn’t it? he wants guren. ]

More

[ dextera breathes out, forcing himself to take control of his body here, and when he turns his face to try to kiss guren, there’s that forward wanting that he showed before. it’s not a shy request, asking for more. he means it. ]

[There's something so erotic about Dextera signing like that. Guren can't believe that he's thinking that way, but it's true, and he responds just as eagerly into that kiss when he turns to meet it.

Leaning over him still, his hand only pauses from stroking Dextera so that he can touch Dextera's arm. His fingertips trail down his arm, take his hand and guide it slowly. As Guren brings it between his own legs, over pants, his breath hitches incredibly in their kiss, and he lets go of Dextera's hand.

More. He can give more. And Dextera can help by working towards that more, too. Guren, meanwhile, wraps his fingers back around Dextera and strokes, knowing that the motions will likely leave him too full of pleasure to manage much touching himself.

It's fine. He'll get to that.]

[ dextera is determined to keep a handle on himself, even so, no matter how good guren’s hand feels around him. he palms guren’s crotch maybe a little more roughly than necessary, but it’s only because he’s trying to overcompensate for how much he wants to squirm. ]

Ahh—hah—

[ he’s not saying anything, with his hands or with his mouth, but there’s something in his gestures all the same. a question of good?, wondering if this is what guren wants from him. ]

Nnh—

[That's a little rough and sudden, yes, but even something like that can earn a shudder from Guren. His thumb presses over Dextera's tip as he gasps against his mouth, and his hips rock down and into that touch.]

Good. [Spoken low, hungry, and he keeps going, but his words are breathy and spaced out because of it.] I don't care how or where you touch me, as long as you do it. I want to feel you, too.

[His thumb slips away, and he strokes faster, once, twice, then slows.] All of you.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject