[ dextera likes the evidence of it all. he likes to hear guren's gasps and sighs, and it's even better knowing that he's the cause of it—and this isn't even the end of his plans. it doesn't feel like enough to just kiss, just touch, but it similarly feels like too much to take it all the way when they're out here, with no bed.
he's not as graceful as he wishes he were, but he slips out of guren's gentle grip to move downward, pulling that nice neat shirt free so that his hands can push the fabric up to expose guren's stomach—he's kissing that too, ever lower, and maybe his aims are becoming obvious.
the only sign of his newness to it all is the way he pauses, glancing up to seek guren's face. ]
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he's not as graceful as he wishes he were, but he slips out of guren's gentle grip to move downward, pulling that nice neat shirt free so that his hands can push the fabric up to expose guren's stomach—he's kissing that too, ever lower, and maybe his aims are becoming obvious.
the only sign of his newness to it all is the way he pauses, glancing up to seek guren's face. ]