[ More of that, huh. Dextera really is vampire like. Guren presses his thumb down against Dextera’s tongue, eyes watching him with heavy interest as he steps back once more. This time, he’s pulling Dextera with him, lowering his body to sit in the spring. He only pulls his eyes away briefly to find a particularly sharp rock over the side of the edge. He grabs it, shoving it into Dextera’s other hand while he leans close, over him, biting at his lip again.
There was a time a long time ago when he was afraid of anyone touching his dirty blood. But now, he wants them to mix, he wants to feel Dextera’s metallic tang in his mouth along with his own, and he wants to lose more. The dizziness and pleasure he can get from that, but with the trust he gives Dextera— he wants it. ]
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There was a time a long time ago when he was afraid of anyone touching his dirty blood. But now, he wants them to mix, he wants to feel Dextera’s metallic tang in his mouth along with his own, and he wants to lose more. The dizziness and pleasure he can get from that, but with the trust he gives Dextera— he wants it. ]