[ Guren needs a few minutes just to get a hold of himself. That undying need for more blood, more violence, more power over something weaker than him fades, and he determines this isn’t as simple as chemicals in the water encouraging them. That’s good, because it means he doesn’t have to rush out of the hot springs with Dex before they do kill each other.
Blood is staining the water. He breathes harshly, but he knows what he wants immediately, and he reaches for Dextera, pulling him up, slipping back off of him so that he’s no longer on top of him but beside him. It’s all in his chest, this pain that’s dull and throbbing by now, so he can be the support. He can pull him to rest against him... even if it is messy that way.
As much as pleasure is still making its way through the both of them, he has the feeling that he should apologize, that he went too far— but Dextera’s expression doesn’t seem that way. So, he just holds him, focusing on his breathing, trying to ignore how dizzy he is from actual blood loss. ]
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Blood is staining the water. He breathes harshly, but he knows what he wants immediately, and he reaches for Dextera, pulling him up, slipping back off of him so that he’s no longer on top of him but beside him. It’s all in his chest, this pain that’s dull and throbbing by now, so he can be the support. He can pull him to rest against him... even if it is messy that way.
As much as pleasure is still making its way through the both of them, he has the feeling that he should apologize, that he went too far— but Dextera’s expression doesn’t seem that way. So, he just holds him, focusing on his breathing, trying to ignore how dizzy he is from actual blood loss. ]