[ dextera most certainly has not been spoiled. his life has been a long series of tragedies, interspersed with periods of despair, and so when would he ever have had time to do something like this? there's the feeling that he was close to someone before, once, but even that is only a distant recollection.
this is real and current and tangible, and dextera gasps softly, momentarily forgetting that he has a voice with which to express himself. ]
Ah—
[ his neck is sensitive, all of him is sensitive; guren's light touches feel heavy with how aware dextera suddenly feels. he's tilting his head, allowing guren access to his neck as he himself strokes guren's skin, then down, along his thighs. ]
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this is real and current and tangible, and dextera gasps softly, momentarily forgetting that he has a voice with which to express himself. ]
Ah—
[ his neck is sensitive, all of him is sensitive; guren's light touches feel heavy with how aware dextera suddenly feels. he's tilting his head, allowing guren access to his neck as he himself strokes guren's skin, then down, along his thighs. ]