[ dextera wants all this pain—the water licks away at the edges of it, not enough to numb it, but enough that all he has to focus on is how much it emphasizes his pleasure, how much more of this he wants. they might claw each other to pieces, with their respective enthusiasm for this, but that doesn't sound like a bad way to go. he wants to be bruised up, to be opened, even if he did just heal from those very things happening before.
guren isn't an enemy. every mark, every bite, every scratch is a sign of possessiveness, the kind that dextera sometimes feels like he needs in order to feel whole.
he's so hard that he aches there, too, his muscles taut with desire—all the more when guren invites him to chase. there's no danger here except what they find in each other, and isn't that the best kind? he closes the distance between them, taking guren's hand like he always has... but then he's licking that blood off his thumb, maintaining a focused kind of eye contact that suggests this is what he wants more of. ]
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guren isn't an enemy. every mark, every bite, every scratch is a sign of possessiveness, the kind that dextera sometimes feels like he needs in order to feel whole.
he's so hard that he aches there, too, his muscles taut with desire—all the more when guren invites him to chase. there's no danger here except what they find in each other, and isn't that the best kind? he closes the distance between them, taking guren's hand like he always has... but then he's licking that blood off his thumb, maintaining a focused kind of eye contact that suggests this is what he wants more of. ]