[ it's almost better not to say anything, as silence has always served them the best. dextera holds the edge of the rock in one hand, the other cupping guren's face as they kiss until finally, he too feels the sharp sting of guren's bite splitting the sensitive skin of his lips. he gasps, but it's good. it's all good, and he only pulls away from it because there's something in his hand that he thinks guren wants him to use.
his hand slides down from guren's cheek to his chest, fingers splaying across that smooth expanse of skin. it should bother him, right? to think of hurting him when he loves him so much? and guren can't heal like he should right now, but there's something they're both desiring here, and dextera's heartbeat quickens at the idea of seeing it—doing it.
he's asking with his eyes now, his gaze flitting from his hand to guren's chest to his face. ]
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his hand slides down from guren's cheek to his chest, fingers splaying across that smooth expanse of skin. it should bother him, right? to think of hurting him when he loves him so much? and guren can't heal like he should right now, but there's something they're both desiring here, and dextera's heartbeat quickens at the idea of seeing it—doing it.
he's asking with his eyes now, his gaze flitting from his hand to guren's chest to his face. ]