[ guren has said his name before, but for some reason now it really gets to him. maybe dextera hasn’t always been his name, and it was even started as a cruel nickname for a hated superior, but when guren says it—it sounds like someone dextera wants to be.
all those thoughts are quite sappy for this moment, however.
he has to adjust himself, finding his balance as the hand slips away from guren’s thigh to move down between them, between dextera’s own legs, down the loose fabric of his pants until they’re off enough that he can stroke himself. there’s a shuddering, relieved sigh across the head of guren’s cock. ]
Hah—
[ this is the person that he is. when he’s in the mood, he’s in the mood, and his mouth is back around guren’s arousal with a renewed vigor now that he’s touching himself, too. ]
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all those thoughts are quite sappy for this moment, however.
he has to adjust himself, finding his balance as the hand slips away from guren’s thigh to move down between them, between dextera’s own legs, down the loose fabric of his pants until they’re off enough that he can stroke himself. there’s a shuddering, relieved sigh across the head of guren’s cock. ]
Hah—
[ this is the person that he is. when he’s in the mood, he’s in the mood, and his mouth is back around guren’s arousal with a renewed vigor now that he’s touching himself, too. ]