[ it’s hard to want anything else right now. he’s injured, that’s true, and maybe he could ask for that to be healed up—but maybe if he hadn’t gotten hurt, he never would have ended up in this bed, with guren tending to him this way.
it’s strange to be grateful that he nearly died, but he can put a positive spin on what nearly was a tragedy.
guren’s breath, his lips forming dextera’s name against his sensitive skin, earns a subtle shudder that’s more pleasured than not. he, too, would gladly indulge a second round if he thought that wasn’t pushing it. he turns his face, not enough to try kissing guren again, but he can angle his arm just enough to tangle into guren’s hair.
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it’s strange to be grateful that he nearly died, but he can put a positive spin on what nearly was a tragedy.
guren’s breath, his lips forming dextera’s name against his sensitive skin, earns a subtle shudder that’s more pleasured than not. he, too, would gladly indulge a second round if he thought that wasn’t pushing it. he turns his face, not enough to try kissing guren again, but he can angle his arm just enough to tangle into guren’s hair.
he’s happy. ]