[ He laughs at that, both hands moving to hold Dextera’s face as he kisses him, pressing up into it. Maybe his shirt is getting dirty. He’d ask as an excuse if that means he should take it off, but he doesn’t want to stop this for long enough to manage it. Instead, he smooths his thumb over his cheek, moves the fingers of his other hand closer to his ear, and drags his teeth lightly against Dextera’s bottom lip.
Completely, he’s overwhelmed by this feeling. Eventually, he wants more than this, and he drags one hand down and over Dextera’s chest. Fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, palm pressing flat against skin, moving back up to search for reactions.
He can’t believe he gets to just fool around like this. ]
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Completely, he’s overwhelmed by this feeling. Eventually, he wants more than this, and he drags one hand down and over Dextera’s chest. Fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, palm pressing flat against skin, moving back up to search for reactions.
He can’t believe he gets to just fool around like this. ]