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pls don't judge me I have so many injured guren icons okay

[Compared to this, the talking furniture from ages ago seemed almost pleasant. The door clicks shut behind them, and Guren almost wants to drop down right here. It's the first building they've come across in a while now— some sort of cabin in the woods that's falling apart just like the rest of the town they'd started in. Guren was bleeding from a variety of areas— a number of spots on his torso, his head, his face, his thigh— and that doesn't even start on the broken bones he's sporting, but he had a demon to take care of those injuries.

The man he was trying to support next to him was a different story. Hadn't they said something about not wanting to test if he could die and come back...?]

Look at me, Dex. [Guren wasn't trying to hide his worry now. He'd arrived too late, or at least that's his perspective. He shows up and something is nearly finished toying with Dextera like he's some sort of doll— something grey, with wings. Guren couldn't grasp what was happening, but interrupting had shown him that he was nearly outmatched. Nearly. With some biting words, he'd slain the creature(?) just before he was about to be offed himself. It was risky, to say the least.

But they're indoors now. Indoors, and there have to be supplies they can make use of somewhere. He staggers his next step forward as he tries to lead Dextera in, coughing blood against the back of his own hand. He's noticing that even his own injuries are staying longer than usual, somehow...]

Damn it...

[But he needs to know how Dextera is doing. How much can he handle? Guren doesn't want to find out his limit right now. One hand grips at Dextera's shoulder. They've been supporting each other the whole walk here, and he's trying not to weigh him down. His other hand, though the back of it is bloody now, rests against Dextera's chest carefully.] Sit down here.

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[It's a good thing Dextera is reacting so well to these kisses, or Guren would feel a little too much like a vampire, kissing at his neck like this. It's easy, and he doesn't want to dip so low that he loses the touches down his thighs. ...At the same time, there's that whole denial thing, and he'd love to see how Dextera reacts to every lower kiss.

He breathes heavy against his collarbone now, his own hands finally resting at Dextera's hips. He's aware of the scar, but doesn't purposefully touch it with any affection for fear of it being a bad memory.]

Dex. [His voice is quiet, but it's loud enough to be heard.] Why don't you keep telling me what you want?

[He's still stuck on just moments earlier, asking him what else he wanted like he was ready to do it no matter what. What he wants is to see Dextera's desires, and grant them as much as he can. Even if he's not a hot blonde babe.]

[ it’s for the best, not to have his scar treated with anything special—in this moment, it might just be an insecurity, a worry that guren isn’t interested, but it’s easy to overcome that brief fear when guren so gently urges him to talk about his desires.

he’s never been asked. ]

I told you already. I... I want you.

[ a cop-out answer! but he means it, without anything else to say—all he’s ever wanted is to be close to someone. guren is providing that and more already.

this does, however, leave guren room to experiment. ]

[He breathes out a laugh, face heating a bit, but he feels a little safer with it below Dextera's chin.]

That doesn't give me direction at all. [But, he guesses it does make sense. Dextera isn't bossy like Mahiru. Or... obsessed to the point of sanity being questionable, thankfully. So he's on his own? But he doesn't know where to start, either. Everything and anything sounds nice, but he wants it to be the best...!!

Ah, well. His lips brush over Dextera's collar bone once more, and then lower still, down to his chest. He has to scoot back a little for this, a little more out of reach, but his hands move higher, back up Dextera's sides.]

I guess I'll have to figure it out myself. [He mumbles that over skin.]

[ dextera breathes out slowly, missing already guren’s warmth beneath his fingers, but guren’s light kisses are a nice exchange. he wants to figure it out himself? dextera doesn’t mind that, but he wants to offer guren a starting place as well.

except, he’s a little emotional about it, unused to phrasing physical desires. ]

I want to be connected to you.

[ at least at this distance, he can push his fingers into guren’s hair—something, a small impulse, he’s always wanted to do. ]

I don’t care how.

[Just hearing that sends a shudder through him that he tries to hold back. Connected. He doesn't care how, but connected. His mind is racing already, of all of the ways he could arrange that. His hands slide back down his sides again, toying with Dextera's pants, undoing them as his lips press softly at his chest.]

I can do that.

[He says it quietly over his skin, fingers hooking under the waistband of Dextera's pants to slide them off slowly. A slow build up should be fine, even if he's already breathing heavy, wanting more. He wants to take his time, to spoil as much as he can. The hand in his hair is nice, and he kisses more, mouth trailing across every inch of skin that he can find.]

[ it’s strange to be exposed like this, with guren kissing along his skin, his pants being peeled down his hips. he’s not hard, not yet, but he’s hot in the core of his stomach. ]

Guren...

[ he tightens his fingers in guren’s hair, pulling a little—trying not to be demanding, but maybe doing it anyway. he wants what he wants, and if they had more time, more experience, maybe he could express it well. ]

Let me—let me kiss you.

[The little motions are cute. The light pull at his hair and that stuttered demand— this is the type of want that he aimed to create. He wants to be desired like this, of course. Who wouldn't? And by someone they want to hold close.

Satisfied with how out of the way Dextera's pants are now, he gives in to that request with a hum. One hand rests lightly at Dextera's shoulder, careful but still seeking support, and he leans in, brushing their lips together even before it's really a kiss.]

Kiss me.

[And then it is, and his free hand smooths along the skin of Dextera's thigh. How much time could they waste like this? When they're resting here, it doesn't even matter. This whole thing is a blessing for that reason alone. (Well, that and this makeshift bed.)]

[ guren is so sure of himself that dextera would be jealous if he weren't on the receiving end of this confidence, benefiting from every little move. he wants to be able to reciprocate, though, a desire that runs so deep he almost doesn't even know how to move.

but kissing is a good start. the careful weight of guren's hand at his shoulder, too—kind and cautious. dextera kisses back, hesitant at first, but then with an increasing certainty that this is what he wants.

he appreciates every second as it is, but there's something even more precious about it when their lips are touching, when he's breathing in guren's air and stroking a hand down his chest. he can be silent, but he's surprisingly vocal with the whimper that leaves his mouth at guren's hand across his thigh. ]

[Guren's surprising even himself with how into this he is. Dextera has always been someone that he admired; he got along with him instantly, and there was something about the way he thought, the way it translated into his actions and those words he'd write in his palm, that just latched onto his heart and wouldn't let go. Now, feeling his body beneath him, running fingers to the inner part of his thigh, Dextera still isn't close enough. He feels that too, that desire, and his hand reaches to the side for the aloe vera gel he'd extracted with the rest of the plants, bringing it closer.

He really likes the sound of that whimper.

It might be bad to desire this so much. It's overwhelming, the rush, and he kisses harder now that it seems he's not hurting him. Even that simple hand on his chest is distracting, and it's becoming more difficult to breathe with how into it he's getting, but he doesn't care about that. He just wants to be closer. Close enough that Dextera can really feel what's in his heart.]

[ dextera vaguely notices that he moves, and out of the corner of his eye he manages to catch guren pulling some kind of gel closer—he doesn’t need memories to guess what that’s for.

but he’s not afraid of it, of this. the worst he can say is that he’s losing his focus, but is that such a bad thing when he’s losing it to pleasure? he kisses guren with abandon, moving to the corner of his mouth, taking advantage of the fact that guren is close in order to kiss the delicate spot of guren’s neck just past his jaw.

he can’t stay there for long, since the angle hurts, but his desire almost outweighs that pain—he’s panting, clearly desirous. he hooks one leg around guren and pulls him closer, his own lust getting the better of his common sense. ]

[His neck is particularly sensitive, and though Dextera's kiss is nothing like the bite of a vampire, he still reacts with an automatic and very heated gasp. Maybe he should ask, or stop to make sure this is all okay, but Dextera hasn't stopped him yet. They've never needed words before.

So, pulled close like this, his fingers wrap around Dextera's length, stroking him until he's fully hard as his mouth dips back down to his face. By his ear, his cheek, his lips— and as he's breaking again to gasp for air, his hand slips away, leaving Dex without touch for the moment.

It's for good reason, he thinks, feeling for the bowl to the side to dip his fingers into the gel. This isn't enough, yet. So quickly, it became not enough. Now, the dry back of his hand runs along the inside of Dextera's thigh with clear intentions. Between his legs, after nudging the one not around him to spread further, one slicked up finger presses testing at his entrance. Guren has stopped kissing him just to watch his face as he slides his finger into him, his own breath held in heavy interest.]

[ guren’s gasp is a good sign, and dextera commits this spot to memory—but guren is one step ahead of him, more sure in what he wants to do. dextera’s breath is held in his lungs, too. he’s hard, and although guren pulls away once, it seems only to be to prepare for something more. ]

...

[ his words are caught in his throat, his muscles tense when guren presses his finger against him, into him like that—but it’s not resistance. he nods his silent consent, his grip on guren tightening and then easing again when he forces himself to breathe out.

this is fine. his body, his heated expression and amorous gaze say that this is fine, even if he can’t quite make it with his mouth yet. ]

[It's incredibly satisfying to see Dextera react to his actions. Each tense and release of muscles is a step towards pleasure, he knows, and to be making Dextera stir like this is incredible. He has a myriad of sappy things he wants to say, but he stays silent and lets his eyes do the talking. They're dark, but the purple color in them always shows more emotions than he'd usually like.

Right now, it's fine. This lust, this desire, appreciation, adoration— it's all fine to be aimed at Dextera and seen. His finger presses in entirely and hooks, shifting and testing for the spot he wants to aim for. It's not until he's sure that Dextera is relaxed enough that he slips in a second slicked up finger, his lips covering Dextera's with his own as he does.]

[ dextera can read his gaze much better than he can understand guren’s words—the small actions, too, the way he kisses dextera and curls his fingers inside say much more than speaking. he kisses back, slowly because he’s distracted by the feeling of odd—pleasurable, but strange in its novelty—intrusion until guren finds the edge of one certain spot and dextera gasps into his mouth. ]

Ah—

[ he finds himself twisting on guren’s fingers, trying to, since he can’t move very far at this position. all he has is his imagination when he’s at the mercy of guren’s movements like this. ]

That—

[ that’s good. ]

[There. The corners of his lips curve up into a smile not too far from Dextera's, and he pulls his fingers back most of the way only to pump back into him, pressing more pointedly once he's inside again.]

That? [It's a teasing repeat of Dextera's almost-sentence, encouraging more sound, more anything, as his eyes light up. Guren hasn't even been touched yet and his own arousal is straining at his pants. He doesn't want to worry about it just yet— not until he's sure he won't hurt Dextera.

His fingers work and stretch at Dextera as Guren's teeth drag at his lower lip with the next kiss. He breaks it only after a third purposeful searching press for that sensitive spot, breathing heavy against him.]

You want more?

[ guren is an unbearable tease—dextera has never been touched here before, not with such playfulness or such heat, and it’s almost embarrassing how openly he’s reacting to it. it’s not strange to find things unfamiliar. it’s strange to enjoy them, but that seems to be where he’s headed with guren at the helm.

his cock twitches with interest, as guren encourages him—taunts him, really—to give and receive more. dextera isn’t at all opposed, but he doesn’t know how to articulate it.

what he settles for, between his own heavy breaths and recapturing guren’s lips in a kiss of his own initiation, is one simple sentiment: ]

Yes.

[ more a sigh than a sound, but much more passionate for it. ]

[How can one faint sigh of a word like that be so arousing? Guren hums like he's considering that, as if he won't jump right to it. He has to let this kiss last a little longer, first, and allow his fingers one more curve before he slips them out. Okay... more. His heart is beating fast.

His hand has to move back to his own pants first, sloppily undoing his belt, his button and his zipper and shoving everything out of the way. He doesn't care that they barely get past his ass with how tangled together they are. It's all he needs.

This time, he's coating himself in gel, that touch alone enough to earn a few shaky breaths from Guren.]

Tell me if you want me to stop. [Spoken low, he makes sure Dextera can hear that much as he lowers himself closer again. His arousal bumps lightly against Dextera's thigh before he lines himself up properly, and it takes every ounce of self control not to be overly eager and quick about this. Slowly, he pushes himself in where his fingers had been just moments before, though he stops about halfway to let out a strained noise held on a breath. He doesn't want to do too much at once, but at the same time, he really does. Good thing he's patient and gets off on denying himself a little anyway.]

[ even guren’s breathing is erotic, and dextera can’t help but watch as he breaks away to strip his pants, to coat his cock. this, too, is completely new to him—even his vague fantasies don’t look like this, and there’s something about the raw reality of it that makes dextera flush so hard his skin prickles.

then guren is sinking into him, bigger than his fingers but not so big that it hurts. it’s hotter than he expected, too.

but none of it is bad. guren is slow about it, slow enough that it’s almost tantalizing, and dextera has to hold himself back from immediately demanding more. he bites the inside of his cheek instead, his breath exhaled hard through his nose. ]

Keep— [ a short gasp and sigh. ] Keep going.

[Hearing him ask like that is nice. It's without any prompting, just pure desire. He listens without waiting, bringing his hips further in until he's buried inside of Dextera, letting out his held breath with a shaky exhale. A strained noise follows, because it's just tight enough but he's moving so slow, and one of his hands clutches at the pillows and sheets near Dextera's head.

The other runs along that leg still curled around him, fingertips brushing gently as he tries to steady his breathing a little. When this seems okay, and he's aching for more, he moves his hips back and then forward again, a slow work up into a steady rhythm.

Guren isn't saying anything, but he's making plenty of noises. Soft little breaths and huffs, strained noises and grunts, drawn out sounds that would be moans if they were any louder. He's never done it like this, and it's completely different— but the way he rocks his hips forward and can feel Dextera completely surrounding him is almost dizzying in pleasure. They're definitely connected like this.

His hand grabs at Dextera's thigh, gentle but then a little harsher, but not enough to be painful. It's all to brace himself with each thrust, that last inch or so done with more of a push each time. He's watching for Dextera's reactions, focused, aiming to get the most out of him. If he can find that spot like this...]

[ noises. he can appreciate noises, when they were all he had for a long while—having made plenty of those sounds on his own, he understands what it means when guren gasps and grunts and sighs. they're all signs of pleasure, and it's incredible in its own way for dextera that he can offer any of that to guren when he feels like he's the one being spoiled so much he can hardly even see straight.

he doesn't have to say more for it to be obvious. he pulls guren closer to him with his leg, and wraps his arms around guren's neck to pull him in for a kiss as if he can swallow each of those sounds for his own, taking every breath into him and offering his own to share. it's impossibly intimate, but it's not enough for dextera, who wants to be filled body and soul with someone. ]

Mm—

[ another whimper, and then a full-out moan, mouthed against the kiss, as guren finally hits the spot inside him that his fingers found before. dextera's fingernails dig into guren's back. he wants. ]

[It's incredibly intimate, and Guren is losing his own composure bit by bit. It's a good loss of control, one that has him showing his feelings more in every breath and action. His hips rock into him a little harder, and that steady rhythm falls into something irregular, leaving Guren burying his own moans into Dextera's mouth, breaking only when he has to gasp and pant and remember to breathe at all.

His hand shifts, too. Grabbing at Dextera's leg, moving to his chest, up to his face, holding it there so he can kiss him deeper in the short moment he's furthest inside him, and then moving back between them again. His fingers wrap around Dextera's length and stroke. If he can completely overwhelm him with pleasure, then that would be great.

He's already overwhelmed, himself. He can't think straight. Mahiru is saying something, and he's sure he doesn't want to hear it, so he's glad she's muffled by all of these lewd thoughts. Dextera's expression is nice. He's warm, they're close, Guren is losing himself. He wants this to last forever, but the truth of the matter is he's not sure he'll last much longer at all. It feels like he's been waiting for this for too long.]

[ it’s almost too much, with guren touching and grabbing and stroking, and the kiss at the deepest point of his thrusts brings with it that satisfaction that dextera has been seeking for this entire time.

guren can almost certainly feel dextera’s mounting tension, his body squeezing around him—tight, with his breath pushed hard from his chest with every thrust. he’s close, he’s so close, and he wants to feel the two of them together. ]

G—

[ he’s almost there— ]

Guren.

[ he’s coming, then, spilling onto his own stomach with a force that even he didn’t expect. even with the few times he’s touched himself, no one has ever been inside him, hitting that particular spot that rocks through his entire body. ]

[Not long behind Dextera, feeling that orgasm and the way his muscles tense and relax around him is all Guren needs to reach his peak, as well. He gasps, since it sneaks up on him faster than he would expect, pulling out quickly. He can't be so inconsiderate right now, while Dextera is so injured...

So his mess joins the rest of it, his face showing unrestrained pleasure as he tries to catch his breath. His hand had slipped away from Dextera's length just a few strokes after he'd come, and now he uses that hand to push himself off and roll to the side.

It's rare to see him so flushed, but that was incredibly intimate— he'd swear it was more than just intimate. There's no word that works better, though, is there? Still breathing hard, he touches Dextera's cheek and turns him towards him, leaning in that extra bit of distance so Dex doesn't have to when he steals a kiss. It's too tired to be anything deep, but emotion is still there.]

[ dextera kisses him back, soft, heedless of the mess on his stomach. it’s nothing compared to some of the things he’s been covered in before—not exactly a sexy thought, but one that crosses his mind all the same.

he’s panting quietly, his eyes half-lidded. when they part, he takes another kiss, and another, even if he doesn’t have the energy to make any one last for very long either.

he feels so good; his entire body is warm with pleasure, his thoughts moving languidly for the first time in a long while. ]

[It's an incredible feeling. He's never been able to fully enjoy it like this. Here, in the peaceful quiet, protected by spell tags on the door and sharing a bed that actually mostly serves its purpose. Each kiss makes him feel warmer, happier, and each feeling like that tends to stab at his heart, too. Thankfully, he's not focused on the painful right now.

This emotion is so much that he thinks he'd be trying to go for a second round if they were in better shape. As tired as he was, this was a passion burning in his stomach, something he wanted to reach out, hold onto and never let go.

He'll do that in his own way. Since he doesn't want to pull Dextera into him with how injured he is, Guren does the turning, instead. He's already facing him on his side, but it's not enough. Words won't express how much he's treasuring this moment, or treasuring Dextera. His hand at his cheek isn't enough touch. So, he wraps his arms around him in a hug, pressing his face close, against the side of his neck, not caring that he's taller and his feet are hanging a little off the bed now. His lips can brush against skin here, and the softly spoken Dextera he says can be felt instead of heard.

He has to clean up, and he will, but right now... he wants to enjoy this.]

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aloe vera because I SAY SO I can't be stopped

GOOD!!!! DON’T STOP!!!!!!!!

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