more hurt/comfort, neverending

[swordfucker]

[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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Keep going.

[He loves that look in his eyes, and for that, he gives his ass a nice squeeze. He's defeated the coat, he can witness this butt all on his own.] Do whatever you want. If you mark up my neck, maybe I'll even give you some in return.

[That's a promise? A reward? He's phrasing it as such, because he sure likes the idea.]

[passio]

[ dextera gasps, softly, since a squeeze is even more something to be noticed than just a touch. it feels good, if not a little strange, too—but it's encouraging, more than anything, and guren's words help seal the deal that it's okay to just go.

he can do what he wants, and with the promise of a reward, it's altogether irresistible. ]

...

[ what he does first, though, is touch guren's face to guide him in for another kiss. this is how he wants to start his exploration, however deep or shallow this little smooch ends up. ]

[swordfucker]

[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.]

[passio]

[ just a shirt, but the fabric is so light that he might as well not be wearing anything at all. lucky for guren, at least, that it easily moves out of the way when he pushes at it, and dextera knows what that pushing might mean. so he sits back, divesting himself of his top.

there's a moment, where he gives guren a look that might seem shy—but in this context? it's really more like coy, since he's learned not to be too embarrassed about that scar, about what his body looks like under his clothes. he looks much better than he did, these days, than when he first arrived in this town. there's a flush of life in his cheeks, and he's filled out thanks to everyone fussing over his health.

congrats, round two, on unlocking a dextera that doesn't look like a corpse, guren!! ]

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[God he loves it. In this moment that Dextera is pulled back, Guren doesn't hold back from placing his hands on him. Two palms over his stomach, running up his chest with a broad grin.]

I could look at you all night.

[Forward... surprisingly forward, with this type, from Guren...! It just works with Dextera, and he can have more fun, slipping hands back down to grab at his waist, tugging lightly to encourage him closer.] But I want to feel you, too.