[ noises. he can appreciate noises, when they were all he had for a long while—having made plenty of those sounds on his own, he understands what it means when guren gasps and grunts and sighs. they're all signs of pleasure, and it's incredible in its own way for dextera that he can offer any of that to guren when he feels like he's the one being spoiled so much he can hardly even see straight.
he doesn't have to say more for it to be obvious. he pulls guren closer to him with his leg, and wraps his arms around guren's neck to pull him in for a kiss as if he can swallow each of those sounds for his own, taking every breath into him and offering his own to share. it's impossibly intimate, but it's not enough for dextera, who wants to be filled body and soul with someone. ]
Mm—
[ another whimper, and then a full-out moan, mouthed against the kiss, as guren finally hits the spot inside him that his fingers found before. dextera's fingernails dig into guren's back. he wants. ]
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he doesn't have to say more for it to be obvious. he pulls guren closer to him with his leg, and wraps his arms around guren's neck to pull him in for a kiss as if he can swallow each of those sounds for his own, taking every breath into him and offering his own to share. it's impossibly intimate, but it's not enough for dextera, who wants to be filled body and soul with someone. ]
Mm—
[ another whimper, and then a full-out moan, mouthed against the kiss, as guren finally hits the spot inside him that his fingers found before. dextera's fingernails dig into guren's back. he wants. ]