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.]

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[ 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.

[ dextera lets out a breath from the back of his throat, his whole body flushing hot at the sound of guren’s voice. it feels as if it’s echoing in his chest, and landing somewhere right in the pit of his stomach, too good, that heat coaxed to his arousal with guren’s hand around him.

more—more of this, he wants— ]

Mm—!

[ his hand stills when guren teases him, his touch forgotten by the changing rhythm. he’s nearly completely unaware of the rest of the world, his hips jerking up into guren’s grip. ]

[These reactions are so honest, and he's the one causing them. That's unbelievable. Even if the hand stops, all he wants is to feel that desire more and more. It's enough to have him hard, his pants restricting him, and his strokes reflect that lust. But he slows them, pulling back so that he's on his knees over Dextera, hands at his own pants, instead.

He wants more, and he wants to draw this out, so a little break to help himself out should be fine. He watches Dextera's eyes as he moves purposefully slow, working his pants and his underwear down in little wiggles. Even if he doesn't take them off completely, they're out of the way now, and his arousal is in full view.

Thank goodness no one is out this late. The air is a little cool, though.

But their body heat makes up for it. Or it does when they're close enough. Right now, Guren is still waiting, watching, trying to see how long Dextera will just stare before he boldly asks for more. Or just goes for it...?]

[ 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. ]

...

[ 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. ]

[Ah... good. That's good. Seeing Dextera like that makes Guren's stomach burn hot, and as nice as the hand feels after no contact, he's already hungry for more. His own eyes narrow in his interest, and he leans back down, one hand grabbing at Dextera with a lot less of a pause for grace, stroking him immediately. There's so much that he wants to do to him... But this doesn't have to be the only time they do this.]

Dextera. [He speaks against his ear, then covers part of it with his mouth, teeth grazing as he pulls back. His hips rock into the strokes on his own cock.] You look good like this.

[Sloppily stripped and lusty, of course.]

Ah—

[ 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. ]

[Disgustingly, Guren is also finding the idea of coming on Dextera way too attractive. Everything about this is attractive, right now, and he's groaning himself, letting the sensations draw out, slowing his hand to keep Dextera on the edge.

When he leans back in, it's to press his lips against Dex's again.]

It can get hotter. Keep going.

[Guren sure isn't going to last long, as pent up as he is, but it doesn't matter as long as he gets there, and as long as Dex gets there too. He adds more pressure to his strokes, varying speeds, and when his hips rock into Dextera's hand, they push enough to get even more physical contact and brush their efforts together.

His breathing is heavy, his face is a little flushed, and he can barely manage anything like a kiss himself right now. It's mostly for the intimacy, the closeness, and he strokes faster now, wanting to feel him rise to that pleasure.]

[ 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. ]

[He loves that voice. He wants to hear more of it, draw it out, but he's already caused him to spill everywhere. Guren still strokes a few more times, letting him ride out that pleasure before his hand stops, a sticky mess that he doesn't mind at all.

It works out, since his own heart is racing from the pleasure rising in his own chest. The sound he makes is like a cut off moan, after a few more strokes, when he comes hard over Dextera's stomach. His messy hand has already moved, grabbing at Dextera's arm and creating an accidental spread of nasty there, too, but he can't focus on that.

He's lost in the pleasure, on the heavy way he's breathing and the heat between their bodies, and he closes the distance between their lips again, kissing him desperately. He liked it. He loved it. He wants more of this, he doesn't want to lose this. All of this, he hopes, gets across.]

[ dextera doesn’t care. he’s been covered in worse, and this isn’t even bad—it’s hot, in a dirty, embarrassing way, but he doesn’t think of it in those terms and it’s more just that his body takes pleasure from guren’s grip on him. guren’s kiss.

his return is sloppy, there are those teeth again, but it’s just that he wants. even in the aftermath, when they should be basking in the glow—the point where dextera, alone, usually feels sick with himself—all he can think about is getting more of guren. ]

Mm...

[ they’re each a mess, and it’s fine. dextera finds guren’s hip, digging in his fingers for leverage. ]

[ It’s warm and everything he wants, and so Guren soaks it in. More is something he wants, too, and when he thinks about how this isn’t going to shit instantly, now Dextera is kissing him and grabbing at him, he can’t help but laugh.

It’s quiet, soft and interrupting their kiss, and after he tries to continue it three times, he gives up and turns to laugh nearly silently against the side of his face. There’s so much emotion, he could almost cry. Someone like him, who never cries in front of anyone else... His body is restless, instead. ]

Think we could do this again some time?

[ Spoken with a grin against Dextera’s cheek, and his eyes are glossy so he closes them. Shh, he’s happy, and he can’t believe he has more to experience like this. ]

[ dextera doesn’t understand why guren is laughing, until he fails to continue that kiss a few times in a row and just gives up—and even then, dextera is a little worried, but he’s soon assuaged by guren’s quiet request.

dextera pauses, for just a beat. ]

...hah!

[ and he laughs, too, a bubble in his chest that just comes out of him because he didn’t expect guren to ask something so sweet. ]

Yes. [ signed against guren’s hip. ] Now.

[ that one’s playful, and guren can probably feel dextera’s smile. ]

[ That helps chase away his worry and the wet film over his eyes. He grins more, moving to nip against Dextera’s next with the next kiss, like a little attack. A retort. ]

Don’t “now” me... You can’t handle now.

[ Not with everything he wants. Another playful nip and kiss, and he’s moving to pull back, yanking his pants back up. ] I was helping you get to sleep, first. Let’s go try it together, and we’ll see about that “now” in the morning.

[ maybe teasing maybe also serious... ]

Ah!

[ guren is so responsible... if it were truly up to dextera in this moment, they would already be back at it, because he doesn’t have much self-control when it comes to this kind of thing. ]

...

[ dextera wipes himself off as much as he can, cleaning himself up, but he does look pretty disheveled from all of that. they both do, but it’s kind of... fun. like evidence that this happened. he forces himself to sit up, fixing his clothes and retrieving his jacket. ]

Stay over? [ like that’s even a question!! ]

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