[ More. He wants more, too. The way Dextera kisses at him makes him gasp, his nails digging harder into Dextera’s back, his teeth dragging and digging back at his lips. “More,” he says, and Guren’s head spins. He yanks harder at Dextera’s hair before that hand slips down, too, pushing at his shoulder, clawing down his chest. He can’t get enough. He shudders with his next breath. ]
Dextera... [ It’s hard to breathe like this, as worked up as he is, but he doesn’t want to stop at all. Desperate for more friction to go with these sensations, he rocks his hips against him, groaning shamelessly when he does. That, and the soreness of his red lips— what a nice combination.
How much will satisfy them? Like this, it feels like it could never end, and he doesn’t mind that at all. What does he want, what more does he want... his mind is spinning with possibilities, but he doesn’t want to stop. He ducks, and though he doesn’t bite at Dextera’s neck, he does kiss there, sucking, aiming to leave a mark. His hands scratch more, down Dextera’s back and front, gripping hard enough at arm or shoulder or waist to bruise.
And then, after another grind of his hips, he pulls back, eyes lighting up wildly in pleasure. It’s not far that he moves, but it’s enough to say chase me, which seems to be what he always wants. His thumb swipes at his bleeding lip, and he remembers that Mahiru isn’t able to heal him right now. That’s a little more exciting. He’s trying to catch his breath enough to say what he wants, but it’s more difficult than he thought. ] Come get more.
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Dextera... [ It’s hard to breathe like this, as worked up as he is, but he doesn’t want to stop at all. Desperate for more friction to go with these sensations, he rocks his hips against him, groaning shamelessly when he does. That, and the soreness of his red lips— what a nice combination.
How much will satisfy them? Like this, it feels like it could never end, and he doesn’t mind that at all. What does he want, what more does he want... his mind is spinning with possibilities, but he doesn’t want to stop. He ducks, and though he doesn’t bite at Dextera’s neck, he does kiss there, sucking, aiming to leave a mark. His hands scratch more, down Dextera’s back and front, gripping hard enough at arm or shoulder or waist to bruise.
And then, after another grind of his hips, he pulls back, eyes lighting up wildly in pleasure. It’s not far that he moves, but it’s enough to say chase me, which seems to be what he always wants. His thumb swipes at his bleeding lip, and he remembers that Mahiru isn’t able to heal him right now. That’s a little more exciting. He’s trying to catch his breath enough to say what he wants, but it’s more difficult than he thought. ] Come get more.