[Those words after the strike that has him gasping in pain are all he needs. This is crazy, it's wild, but they both need it, somehow. Guren has caught on by now that the spring is encouraging this, but as long as it doesn't encourage them to death, then it's fine.
His eyes light up, and he reaches for the wrist holding the rock, twisting it back in such a painful way that he means to make Dextera drop it. He's on top of Dextera, really, and he's about to be even more so. His free hand presses flat to Dextera's chest and shoves, pinning him back, watching his face disappear into the hot water enough that his eyes are covered, his nostrils are, too— and his mouth leans down to seal the deal, that harsh kiss stealing any chance at breathing that Dextera has left.
He's on top of it, yanking him back out if he chokes, when he seems to be unable to take more, letting him catch his breath long enough and pushing him back down. He's bleeding everywhere, himself, and his hand is trembling for it, but it feels too good. Dextera really could hurt him. His body really was still human.
All this time, of course, he's getting a lot more focused on what his body wants sexually, as well. He's aroused, there's been no mistaking that, and he wants some relief in more than just tension and pain. His hips continue to rock down, grinding against him, gasping Dextera's name against him as he goes. He wants the push back. He wants to see the desperation, and feel Dextera struggle to stay above it all.]
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His eyes light up, and he reaches for the wrist holding the rock, twisting it back in such a painful way that he means to make Dextera drop it. He's on top of Dextera, really, and he's about to be even more so. His free hand presses flat to Dextera's chest and shoves, pinning him back, watching his face disappear into the hot water enough that his eyes are covered, his nostrils are, too— and his mouth leans down to seal the deal, that harsh kiss stealing any chance at breathing that Dextera has left.
He's on top of it, yanking him back out if he chokes, when he seems to be unable to take more, letting him catch his breath long enough and pushing him back down. He's bleeding everywhere, himself, and his hand is trembling for it, but it feels too good. Dextera really could hurt him. His body really was still human.
All this time, of course, he's getting a lot more focused on what his body wants sexually, as well. He's aroused, there's been no mistaking that, and he wants some relief in more than just tension and pain. His hips continue to rock down, grinding against him, gasping Dextera's name against him as he goes. He wants the push back. He wants to see the desperation, and feel Dextera struggle to stay above it all.]