Guren Ichinose (
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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.]
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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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. ]
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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...?]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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... ]
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[ 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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Of course I’m staying over. [ Why go back when he’d just come all the way back here as soon as he could... ]
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...
[ there's a shy pause, where it looks like dextera wants to say or do something, too, and then he incredibly just goes for it—taking guren's hand and guiding it to his lips. it's not a kiss, but it might as well be one, for all the affection it's laced with. ]
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...
[ dextera closes his eyes for the duration of the kiss, and sighs against guren's face in the moment before they break apart. he's happy. ]
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Let's get some sleep together.