[ dextera comes quietly, with little more than a shudder and a gasp that's more for breath than pleasure, but it's a force that surprises him, the dizzying deprivation of oxygen causing him to reach a peak he's never known before. he can say that with confidence, even without memories—this is something beyond anything his body has experienced.
that body of his gives up a little, too, when he comes. he feels floaty, out of the physical reality of the moment, and if guren weren't keeping a hold on him he'd probably just fall back and drown in the water anyway. or maybe not, with how utterly satiated he is, how near-motionless and calm he feels in the aftermath. his vision is white, his ears are ringing, and his gaze is unfocused like he might be on the border of death all over again, but it's good.
it's all good. trying to catch his breath feels good, too, as he finally fills his lungs with what they need. ]
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that body of his gives up a little, too, when he comes. he feels floaty, out of the physical reality of the moment, and if guren weren't keeping a hold on him he'd probably just fall back and drown in the water anyway. or maybe not, with how utterly satiated he is, how near-motionless and calm he feels in the aftermath. his vision is white, his ears are ringing, and his gaze is unfocused like he might be on the border of death all over again, but it's good.
it's all good. trying to catch his breath feels good, too, as he finally fills his lungs with what they need. ]