[ guren’s gasp is a good sign, and dextera commits this spot to memory—but guren is one step ahead of him, more sure in what he wants to do. dextera’s breath is held in his lungs, too. he’s hard, and although guren pulls away once, it seems only to be to prepare for something more. ]
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[ his words are caught in his throat, his muscles tense when guren presses his finger against him, into him like that—but it’s not resistance. he nods his silent consent, his grip on guren tightening and then easing again when he forces himself to breathe out.
this is fine. his body, his heated expression and amorous gaze say that this is fine, even if he can’t quite make it with his mouth yet. ]
no subject
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[ his words are caught in his throat, his muscles tense when guren presses his finger against him, into him like that—but it’s not resistance. he nods his silent consent, his grip on guren tightening and then easing again when he forces himself to breathe out.
this is fine. his body, his heated expression and amorous gaze say that this is fine, even if he can’t quite make it with his mouth yet. ]