[ as soon as dextera gets the first metallic taste of blood, he's suddenly kissing guren's mouth that mucher harder, like he wants to drink it—a little vampiric, perhaps, but that can't be helped in a moment like this. he has to part for breath, too, chest heaving and guren's blood painting his mouth red, but there's no part of him that wants to stop.
he wants to feel guren's nails digging into him like talons, leaving marks across his back and bleeding him into the water. ]
Guren. [ again, he says guren's name, his newly freed hand sliding down guren's side, gripping his waist. he licks his lips, and then kisses the part of guren's lip that's split open. ] More.
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he wants to feel guren's nails digging into him like talons, leaving marks across his back and bleeding him into the water. ]
Guren. [ again, he says guren's name, his newly freed hand sliding down guren's side, gripping his waist. he licks his lips, and then kisses the part of guren's lip that's split open. ] More.
[ harder. ]