[ dextera wants everything. this isn't like before, the first time—there's something heavy in the air between them, something impossible to resist that makes him want to lose himself to the incredible heat hanging over them. against the rocks, with guren's breath on his neck, he's pretty sure that guren could kill him and it would somehow still be erotic. ]
I won't. You shouldn't either.
[ an assurance, even a catch-all—dextera can take anything guren wants to give, and he can give anything guren wants to have.
that's a reckless promise to make, even if it's only to himself, but it's something he feels with absolute confidence. he trusts guren with his life, and even if lust is obscuring his judgment somewhat, it's hard to care when guren's pressing his wrist so tightly to the rocks. he'd probably be glad to die like this. ]
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I won't. You shouldn't either.
[ an assurance, even a catch-all—dextera can take anything guren wants to give, and he can give anything guren wants to have.
that's a reckless promise to make, even if it's only to himself, but it's something he feels with absolute confidence. he trusts guren with his life, and even if lust is obscuring his judgment somewhat, it's hard to care when guren's pressing his wrist so tightly to the rocks. he'd probably be glad to die like this. ]
Guren.