[ dextera may not realize the extent to which guren is being sappy, but the fondness in his eyes is mirrored in dextera’s gaze—he’s head over heels for guren. how strange is that? to feel this way?
he’s not worried about anything, with guren’s fingers against his face. ]
You’re down there. I’m getting your shirt dirty.
[ he smiles, expression warm, and he incredibly has the upper body strength to keep himself propped up as he returns to the kiss—moving against guren with clear interest. ]
no subject
he’s not worried about anything, with guren’s fingers against his face. ]
You’re down there. I’m getting your shirt dirty.
[ he smiles, expression warm, and he incredibly has the upper body strength to keep himself propped up as he returns to the kiss—moving against guren with clear interest. ]