[The little motions are cute. The light pull at his hair and that stuttered demand— this is the type of want that he aimed to create. He wants to be desired like this, of course. Who wouldn't? And by someone they want to hold close.
Satisfied with how out of the way Dextera's pants are now, he gives in to that request with a hum. One hand rests lightly at Dextera's shoulder, careful but still seeking support, and he leans in, brushing their lips together even before it's really a kiss.]
Kiss me.
[And then it is, and his free hand smooths along the skin of Dextera's thigh. How much time could they waste like this? When they're resting here, it doesn't even matter. This whole thing is a blessing for that reason alone. (Well, that and this makeshift bed.)]
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Satisfied with how out of the way Dextera's pants are now, he gives in to that request with a hum. One hand rests lightly at Dextera's shoulder, careful but still seeking support, and he leans in, brushing their lips together even before it's really a kiss.]
Kiss me.
[And then it is, and his free hand smooths along the skin of Dextera's thigh. How much time could they waste like this? When they're resting here, it doesn't even matter. This whole thing is a blessing for that reason alone. (Well, that and this makeshift bed.)]