[ dextera can read his gaze much better than he can understand guren’s words—the small actions, too, the way he kisses dextera and curls his fingers inside say much more than speaking. he kisses back, slowly because he’s distracted by the feeling of odd—pleasurable, but strange in its novelty—intrusion until guren finds the edge of one certain spot and dextera gasps into his mouth. ]
Ah—
[ he finds himself twisting on guren’s fingers, trying to, since he can’t move very far at this position. all he has is his imagination when he’s at the mercy of guren’s movements like this. ]
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Ah—
[ he finds himself twisting on guren’s fingers, trying to, since he can’t move very far at this position. all he has is his imagination when he’s at the mercy of guren’s movements like this. ]
That—
[ that’s good. ]