[ it hurts, when guren twists his wrist like that—of course he drops the rock, and it sinks to the bottom before he can even think of rescuing it. he doesn’t have long to consider it anyway, before he’s being pushed under with it, panic filling his lungs more than air.
but it’s so good, to be scared. every time guren pulls him back up and lets him take just enough of a breath to live, it feels like ecstasy coursing through his body. he knows why, he knows that the deprivation of air, of oxygen, induces hypoxia, rushing dopamine and all those nice endorphins into the brain—as if he’s thinking about it in those terms, though. all he knows is that he’s a little terrified and it feels exquisite, when he also trusts guren not to let anything happen to him.
he can let go completely, forgetting about all the fear or pain or sin he’s ever known, and focus on this moment. he reaches desperately for guren’s shoulders, that push back that guren is looking for, his nails scrabbling against skin. guren can most certainly feel his arousal every time he grinds down, even though dextera is kicking a little too—his body helpless like that, when deprived of air.
it’s impossible not to be close, with this kind of stimulation. the next time guren pulls him up for a breath, dextera looks completely lost in his bliss, digging into guren’s flesh enough to get him to bleed there, too.
he can’t say anything, but there’s a tension in his body that says he wants it just—just one more time. ]
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but it’s so good, to be scared. every time guren pulls him back up and lets him take just enough of a breath to live, it feels like ecstasy coursing through his body. he knows why, he knows that the deprivation of air, of oxygen, induces hypoxia, rushing dopamine and all those nice endorphins into the brain—as if he’s thinking about it in those terms, though. all he knows is that he’s a little terrified and it feels exquisite, when he also trusts guren not to let anything happen to him.
he can let go completely, forgetting about all the fear or pain or sin he’s ever known, and focus on this moment. he reaches desperately for guren’s shoulders, that push back that guren is looking for, his nails scrabbling against skin. guren can most certainly feel his arousal every time he grinds down, even though dextera is kicking a little too—his body helpless like that, when deprived of air.
it’s impossible not to be close, with this kind of stimulation. the next time guren pulls him up for a breath, dextera looks completely lost in his bliss, digging into guren’s flesh enough to get him to bleed there, too.
he can’t say anything, but there’s a tension in his body that says he wants it just—just one more time. ]