[It's a good thing Dextera is reacting so well to these kisses, or Guren would feel a little too much like a vampire, kissing at his neck like this. It's easy, and he doesn't want to dip so low that he loses the touches down his thighs. ...At the same time, there's that whole denial thing, and he'd love to see how Dextera reacts to every lower kiss.
He breathes heavy against his collarbone now, his own hands finally resting at Dextera's hips. He's aware of the scar, but doesn't purposefully touch it with any affection for fear of it being a bad memory.]
Dex. [His voice is quiet, but it's loud enough to be heard.] Why don't you keep telling me what you want?
[He's still stuck on just moments earlier, asking him what else he wanted like he was ready to do it no matter what. What he wants is to see Dextera's desires, and grant them as much as he can. Even if he's not a hot blonde babe.]
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He breathes heavy against his collarbone now, his own hands finally resting at Dextera's hips. He's aware of the scar, but doesn't purposefully touch it with any affection for fear of it being a bad memory.]
Dex. [His voice is quiet, but it's loud enough to be heard.] Why don't you keep telling me what you want?
[He's still stuck on just moments earlier, asking him what else he wanted like he was ready to do it no matter what. What he wants is to see Dextera's desires, and grant them as much as he can. Even if he's not a hot blonde babe.]