[ it’s not a problem that guren doesn’t give him time to reply—he doesn’t know what he would say, anyway. he’s never done this with anyone else. he’s never felt like this with anyone else, a love that lasts beyond the infatuation of contact and kindness.
love. well, maybe he won’t say that outright, and he’s not even sure that it’s true, but this is something more powerful than he’s encountered before. guren’s kiss stops the tears before they can spill from his eyes.
it’s for the best, he’s sure. guren would scold him. ]
Hah—
[ dextera grips guren’s arm, holding himself back from trying to deepen the kiss, bring them even closer than this even if their bodies can’t get much nearer to each other.
no subject
love. well, maybe he won’t say that outright, and he’s not even sure that it’s true, but this is something more powerful than he’s encountered before. guren’s kiss stops the tears before they can spill from his eyes.
it’s for the best, he’s sure. guren would scold him. ]
Hah—
[ dextera grips guren’s arm, holding himself back from trying to deepen the kiss, bring them even closer than this even if their bodies can’t get much nearer to each other.
when he pulls back, he’s panting. ]