[It's nice. It's so nice that Guren feels his heart swell, and he's still not sure if that's a good or a bad thing in relation to his own demon. He can feel Mahiru stirring in his mind, and he muffles her as much as he can. He doesn't need this moment ruined.
Trying to help with Dextera's sore body, Guren moves closer still, so that there's no gap left to close. Even his leg slips closer, between both of Dextera's, just to have them tangled together.
Kissing is easy because it's all about feeling. He doesn't need experience or knowledge to know what feels good, to know how to express himself with it. It doesn't matter that they're both dirty, beat up and covered in blood. They have a makeshift bed that's squeaking a little too much with every small shift, they have blankets, and they have each other— as corny as that sounds, it's all Guren wants right now.
He wants it so much. Too much? He pauses in the kiss before he tries to deepen it too much. Breathing against Dextera's lips, his hand slides up his neck to the side of his face, cupping his cheek.]
I'm glad I get to see you, too. [It's so quiet, it's barely above a whisper. He's late, he knows, but he realized he wanted to say it before it was too late.]
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Trying to help with Dextera's sore body, Guren moves closer still, so that there's no gap left to close. Even his leg slips closer, between both of Dextera's, just to have them tangled together.
Kissing is easy because it's all about feeling. He doesn't need experience or knowledge to know what feels good, to know how to express himself with it. It doesn't matter that they're both dirty, beat up and covered in blood. They have a makeshift bed that's squeaking a little too much with every small shift, they have blankets, and they have each other— as corny as that sounds, it's all Guren wants right now.
He wants it so much. Too much? He pauses in the kiss before he tries to deepen it too much. Breathing against Dextera's lips, his hand slides up his neck to the side of his face, cupping his cheek.]
I'm glad I get to see you, too. [It's so quiet, it's barely above a whisper. He's late, he knows, but he realized he wanted to say it before it was too late.]