[ when guren squeezes his arm, dextera responds in kind by tightening his hold around guren's middle. more of this would good—this, and beyond this, and dextera first answers him with another kiss on the smooth expanse of skin closest under his lips. this one is purposeful. ]
I want you.
[ as if making up for the vast possibility of his question, this is a statement with conviction, no matter how quiet it is. dextera isn't afraid of his own desire, not more than a normal person would be, even if he pulls back in odd places and occasionally lets himself be consumed by his guilt.
right here, however... he's confident in this. confident enough, too, that guren feels the same. ]
no subject
I want you.
[ as if making up for the vast possibility of his question, this is a statement with conviction, no matter how quiet it is. dextera isn't afraid of his own desire, not more than a normal person would be, even if he pulls back in odd places and occasionally lets himself be consumed by his guilt.
right here, however... he's confident in this. confident enough, too, that guren feels the same. ]