[It's incredibly intimate, and Guren is losing his own composure bit by bit. It's a good loss of control, one that has him showing his feelings more in every breath and action. His hips rock into him a little harder, and that steady rhythm falls into something irregular, leaving Guren burying his own moans into Dextera's mouth, breaking only when he has to gasp and pant and remember to breathe at all.
His hand shifts, too. Grabbing at Dextera's leg, moving to his chest, up to his face, holding it there so he can kiss him deeper in the short moment he's furthest inside him, and then moving back between them again. His fingers wrap around Dextera's length and stroke. If he can completely overwhelm him with pleasure, then that would be great.
He's already overwhelmed, himself. He can't think straight. Mahiru is saying something, and he's sure he doesn't want to hear it, so he's glad she's muffled by all of these lewd thoughts. Dextera's expression is nice. He's warm, they're close, Guren is losing himself. He wants this to last forever, but the truth of the matter is he's not sure he'll last much longer at all. It feels like he's been waiting for this for too long.]
no subject
His hand shifts, too. Grabbing at Dextera's leg, moving to his chest, up to his face, holding it there so he can kiss him deeper in the short moment he's furthest inside him, and then moving back between them again. His fingers wrap around Dextera's length and stroke. If he can completely overwhelm him with pleasure, then that would be great.
He's already overwhelmed, himself. He can't think straight. Mahiru is saying something, and he's sure he doesn't want to hear it, so he's glad she's muffled by all of these lewd thoughts. Dextera's expression is nice. He's warm, they're close, Guren is losing himself. He wants this to last forever, but the truth of the matter is he's not sure he'll last much longer at all. It feels like he's been waiting for this for too long.]