[ dextera gasps when guren pulls his hair like that—a mix of surprise and arousal, something that he didn't get to fully express when the night before, they were being sweet and coy about it. whatever mood has come over them here, he feels like it's all right to show those darker sides of him, the parts of him that want to bite and claw and have the same things done to him.
the violence is—exciting, in a way that he doesn't like to admit outside of battle. it makes his heart pound with the knowledge that he's alive, and the harder guren pushes against him, the harder he pushes back. he wants. that's all he can think, suddenly. he wants guren so badly he's dizzied by it, and he grips guren's shoulder for leverage—nails forming red crescents against his skin—as he kisses back, all teeth and hunger in the same way he sometimes approaches the flesh of monsters.
to his credit, he feels pretty monstrous right now. he wants to swallow guren whole. ]
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the violence is—exciting, in a way that he doesn't like to admit outside of battle. it makes his heart pound with the knowledge that he's alive, and the harder guren pushes against him, the harder he pushes back. he wants. that's all he can think, suddenly. he wants guren so badly he's dizzied by it, and he grips guren's shoulder for leverage—nails forming red crescents against his skin—as he kisses back, all teeth and hunger in the same way he sometimes approaches the flesh of monsters.
to his credit, he feels pretty monstrous right now. he wants to swallow guren whole. ]