[ dextera vaguely notices that he moves, and out of the corner of his eye he manages to catch guren pulling some kind of gel closer—he doesn’t need memories to guess what that’s for.
but he’s not afraid of it, of this. the worst he can say is that he’s losing his focus, but is that such a bad thing when he’s losing it to pleasure? he kisses guren with abandon, moving to the corner of his mouth, taking advantage of the fact that guren is close in order to kiss the delicate spot of guren’s neck just past his jaw.
he can’t stay there for long, since the angle hurts, but his desire almost outweighs that pain—he’s panting, clearly desirous. he hooks one leg around guren and pulls him closer, his own lust getting the better of his common sense. ]
GOOD!!!! DON’T STOP!!!!!!!!
but he’s not afraid of it, of this. the worst he can say is that he’s losing his focus, but is that such a bad thing when he’s losing it to pleasure? he kisses guren with abandon, moving to the corner of his mouth, taking advantage of the fact that guren is close in order to kiss the delicate spot of guren’s neck just past his jaw.
he can’t stay there for long, since the angle hurts, but his desire almost outweighs that pain—he’s panting, clearly desirous. he hooks one leg around guren and pulls him closer, his own lust getting the better of his common sense. ]