[ Immediately, Guren covers his mouth with the back of his hand. Dextera’s mouth is warm and wet and the pressure of a tongue is incredible— he gasps at it, his other hand grabbing automatically, curling tighter into Dextera’s hair. He likes everything about this. The weight on his legs, the heat between them, Dextera’s full interest, all of these feelings...
Already, he realizes it’s going to take all of his self control not to buck his hips up into any of this. ]
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Already, he realizes it’s going to take all of his self control not to buck his hips up into any of this. ]