[ guren would tell him if he didn't, wouldn't he? that's a surprising bit of reassurance that dextera didn't expect, and combined with his impatient sigh, dextera finally feels like he can just do this. just go.
so he does, taking only a beat longer to consider how he wants to approach this, and then the head of guren's cock is in his mouth. he's got one hand still wrapped around the rest of it, while the other is resting on guren's thigh now. it means his weight is leaning slightly onto guren's legs, in this position, but he's not so heavy with his coat and boots stripped.
for the first time, his attention is focused entirely on what's in front of him rather than turning his wide, sometimes too-earnest gaze on guren, and the flat of his tongue, still in his mouth, presses to the tip. as it turns out... it's a little saltier than he thought, but it's interesting.
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so he does, taking only a beat longer to consider how he wants to approach this, and then the head of guren's cock is in his mouth. he's got one hand still wrapped around the rest of it, while the other is resting on guren's thigh now. it means his weight is leaning slightly onto guren's legs, in this position, but he's not so heavy with his coat and boots stripped.
for the first time, his attention is focused entirely on what's in front of him rather than turning his wide, sometimes too-earnest gaze on guren, and the flat of his tongue, still in his mouth, presses to the tip. as it turns out... it's a little saltier than he thought, but it's interesting.
he wants more of it. ]