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[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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[ dextera is hopelessly charmed by guren...

there's a time and place for banter, but he can't seem to make himself offer it up now when he's being so sincere—when he thinks guren is being sincere too, in his own way. it's the kiss against his jaw, the fingers in his hair. he pulls his legs a little bit out of the water, and it doesn't even feel cold with how warm his body is from affection. ]

...we're alone.

[ a simple observation............. or is it? ]

[ He’s being completely sincere, fingers curling into Dextera’s hair, eyes tracing his expression as he says that. ]

So we are. [ What a leading statement. Those words alone have his heart beating fast, and it has to mean that Dextera is implying what he thinks he’s implying... ] What should we do about it?

[ Go on, tell him, he wants to hear it... ]

[ no... guren...

dextera almost wishes he were mute again so he had an excuse not to say it—but things are as they are, and he's well, his voice is in tact, and it's hard to ask for anything to be different when this is already more than he could have thought to want. ]

I don't know yet... but my wounds are healed.

[ he's stalling!!! ]

[ Guren laughs because Dextera is too cute. His hand moves down from his hair, down his chest curiously. ]

You brought it up, but you don’t know? [ He’s the cruelest, teasing like this... Dextera let him say nothing just moments ago, but he won’t extend the same offer?! ] If you don’t want to say it, just do something about it.

[ this is terrible. dextera felt like he had the upper hand until guren started teasing him...!!!

but he doesn't actually want to back out. he's navigating through these feelings, these desires, and he's not afraid to make mistakes as long as it's with guren. all of this is a learning process. ]

...

[ just do something, huh? he can certainly try.

so he kisses guren, his legs fully leaving the water so that he has a better angle—this kiss is a little more than just sweetness. it's wanting, edging toward hungry now that he's gotten the idea in his head and guren has baited him. his actions do, indeed, speak louder than words. ]

[ He’s only pulled back from the water about halfway when Dextera kisses him, and that’s perfectly fine. Responding in kind to that kiss, pressing into it even deeper, it’s a rush he never thought he’d bother with again. He’s glad he did, and as one hand moves from Dextera’s chest to his arm, the other wraps around his waist, pulling him closer. ]

There you go. [ Muttered with a smile against his lips, he’s still tugging at Dextera’s shirt, asking him closer and closer. But the kiss doesn’t stay broken for long, and he’s just as soon pressing back into it with a hum of pleasure. ]

[ guren got him.

but it's not too bad, to be here, doing this. taking the lead in a way, even if he's only initiated the kiss and has yet to see where it'll go. maybe they'll just touch each other, and nothing else will happen here—or maybe not. it's hard to say at this point, but they're probably not going to get sleep for a little longer yet. (not that that's the worst thing that could happen to them.)

they've gotten plenty of practice with kissing over the past few days, and once dextera has made up his mind to do this, he doesn't seem quite so embarrassed as he did bringing it up verbally. he's moving closer, his fingers slipping into guren's hair. his tongue, into guren's mouth. ]

[The contrast is appealing, as always. It means that Dextera is moving forward even with whatever uncertainty he might have, right? It means he really wants this. It means he's comfortable. Guren loves all of that, and he doesn't hold back from reacting with any of this.]

Mm— [He wants more, of course. Even if they just fool around for a while before they sleep, he can't imagine anything better. This time together, doing whatever they want, staying close... it's like a dream.

Pulling his other leg out of the water, finally, he leans back slowly in the kiss, his arm around Dextera's waist guiding him with him. He doesn't want to yank him over and interrupt this kiss, but he does want to get more comfortable, however they end up rolling around or turning to arrange that. The hand in his hair is nice, though. No one's ever really touched his hair so gently like that.]

[ now that dextera isn’t overwhelmed by the newness of it all, he can appreciate the smaller things about this intimacy—guren’s little noises, the guiding weight of a hand at his waist.

the way they end up, by the water’s edge, is with dextera in front of—over guren, taking advantage of the gentle way he’s leaning back to lean forward into the kiss.

he doesn’t realize how they’ve shifted into this aggressive position until he parts for air, and he pauses... then laughs, surprised to find himself on top. ]

Sorry.

[The laugh is so refreshing, Guren wants to make sure he's always able to hear it. The stupid cut on his hand, and whatever it is Mahiru is facing off against right now... He'll deal with it however he can to make sure it's not a worry.

Moving onto his back had been a thing of convenience more than anything else. Quick comfort, a deeper kiss— but now, seeing Dextera in front of the view of the sky and the edges of cliffs in his peripheral, he realizes that he prefers this view. Something open and refreshing as a backdrop, and a sky that's missing its moon seems that much more complete.

His smirk doesn't really cover the gentle fondness in his eyes.]

Sorry for what? [He's out of breath himself, and he laughs while saying it. One of his hands reaches up, touching his fingertips to Dextera's cheek.] I'm only going to take it if you're apologizing for stopping.

[ dextera may not realize the extent to which guren is being sappy, but the fondness in his eyes is mirrored in dextera’s gaze—he’s head over heels for guren. how strange is that? to feel this way?

he’s not worried about anything, with guren’s fingers against his face. ]

You’re down there. I’m getting your shirt dirty.

[ he smiles, expression warm, and he incredibly has the upper body strength to keep himself propped up as he returns to the kiss—moving against guren with clear interest. ]

[ He laughs at that, both hands moving to hold Dextera’s face as he kisses him, pressing up into it. Maybe his shirt is getting dirty. He’d ask as an excuse if that means he should take it off, but he doesn’t want to stop this for long enough to manage it. Instead, he smooths his thumb over his cheek, moves the fingers of his other hand closer to his ear, and drags his teeth lightly against Dextera’s bottom lip.

Completely, he’s overwhelmed by this feeling. Eventually, he wants more than this, and he drags one hand down and over Dextera’s chest. Fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, palm pressing flat against skin, moving back up to search for reactions.

He can’t believe he gets to just fool around like this. ]

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[ the reactions are easy to find, on dextera's sensitive skin. he's more excited than he wants to admit, when they're still so early in whatever this is—a few days, with feelings exchanged only once or twice amidst all the touching they've done. he's overeager, but guren doesn't seem to mind, based on the hand that's slipped up his shirt.

but then, despite the heavy breath and quiet gasps against their kiss, dextera breaks apart and shakes his head—which might seem like a rejection, except, he's smiling. ]

Let me take care of you.

Take care of me?

[ He doesn’t know what that means or what it could mean?? But he knows that Dextera is thinking sweetly somehow ]

Weren’t you already?

[ """sweetly""

he's horny! there's no other word for it, and there are some specific things he's overheard from vulgar friends, vulgar places, and now that he's feeling warm and almost giddy like this, he wants to... try it. is that crazy? maybe. ]

Differently.

[ a vague, almost playful answer—either way, a nice improvement from how down he was when guren first woke up. he kisses guren's jaw, his neck, happily remembering that guren was sensitive there last time he checked. ]

[ Differently... Guren isn’t sure where Dex is going, but if he’s this happy about it, it doesn’t matter. Every touch from him is a dream, like the attention to his sensitive neck now. He breathes out in his surprise, automatically tilting his head to allow for more. It’s no secret that he’s aroused by all of this attention, but it’s becoming increasingly evident. ]

Hah— [ He runs his fingers through Dextera’s hair now, his other hand moving around his shoulders as if to keep him close. ]

[ 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. ]

[ It all feels incredible. He wants to yank Dextera back up and kiss him, honestly, but he doesn’t want to interrupt whatever it is he’s up to. But when his stomach is being kissed, and the heat pooling inside tightens and twists when he looks down to meet Dextera’s eyes, he’s suddenly... nervous? ]

H-hey, Dextera... [ What is he doing down there?? Is he really going for that? It seems more intimate, somehow, than even the incredibly intimate moment they’ve already shared, and he’s worried that Dextera won’t like it, or that he thinks he has to do something like this rather than wants to.

He doesn’t know where to start on expressing that when he can feel his face heating up with the rest of his body. ]

You don’t have to... [ It’s something he wants, of course, but... Is Dextera sure? Guren is a big loser ]

[ seeing guren react like that, he’s even more sure than before that he wants to do this. maybe he doesn’t perfectly know what he’s doing, but he can figure it out—and he thinks guren will guide him, too, helping them both find the most pleasure they can get out of this. ]

...I want to.

[ he says it, simply, though his cheeks are warmer than they were now that he’s paused long enough for guren to realize his plan. in the interim that they’re talking, rather than acting, he presses the heel of his palm between guren’s legs. ]

Is that okay?

[ He wants to... there’s still a sense of disbelief, but it’s even more exciting now. Dextera wants to? The hand pressing at him pulls him out of the thoughts he was lost in with a quiet exhale, and he curls one of his hands into his own disheveled shirt. ]

Yeah. [ Trying to be cool when you’re feeling like a virgin all over again is wild!! No one has ever done anything like this for him? It’s honestly a miracle that Mahiru isn’t able to taunt him right now. He doesn’t want her to ruin it. She’s dead, she’s gone, she’s just a demon now, not her old self, but Dextera is here. That’s all that matters. ]

Keep going.

[ keep going. he can certainly do that—guren’s encouragement is impossible to resist, and he’s not sure he could quit now unless guren told him with all the confidence of a lieutenant colonel. ]

Okay.

[ quiet. adoring. he slides down that much further, nuzzling guren’s crotch and feeling how hot he is even through the fabric of his pants. his heart is pounding in his throat, and he carefully unbuttons, unzips the front. every time he does something new, however, he stops to glance up and see guren. ]

[Every reaction from Guren is a lot more noticeable, like this. It's not like he was hiding back everything the last time, but with this, every hitch in his breath is one that's caught off guard, completely genuine, unable to be held back just slightly for the sake of pride. It feeds on itself like that, and he feels almost vulnerable in a way, being spoiled like this.

His eyes keep meeting with Dextera's when he looks up, and that, too, makes the heat in his stomach boil. He's aroused, and that was obvious from the tenting of his pants before anything was undone, but it's even more obvious now. His hand moves down, lacing back into Dextera's hair and grabbing, gently, encouraging.

He keeps holding his breath, embarrassed that he keeps being looked at, but eager to see Dextera in a position like that, as well.]

[ it felt nice before, to have guren’s fingers in his hair—but now they’re a little stronger, they have purpose, and the feeling goes straight to the pit of his stomach no matter how ultimately light the touch is.

he pulls guren free without actually taking off his pants, holding his arousal in hand and taking a few experimental strokes. guren is hot and hard, though dextera thinks he could be harder.

but this—this is new. he took on the spotlight. ]

Do you like this?

[ it’s not meant to be teasing or coquettish, but in this position, at this time, it might come off that way. ]

[It completely comes off that way, but Guren still wonders if Dextera is at least a little genuine with that question. He must be, he decides, and that's why he doesn't just blurt out something in embarrassed annoyance. Instead, his fingers curl a little tighter in Dextera's hair and he has to resist grumbling that Dextera is holding his erect cock right now.]

Isn't that obvious? [But that's pretty close.

Still, he likes it. He likes all of it— he loves it, and he shifts a little both to show it and to get more attention. His hips press up slightly like a stretch, and he lets out a soft noise, impatient.]

Of course I like it. [He can say this out loud, at least!! Thank goodness.] I'd tell you if I didn't.

[ 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.

he wants more of it. ]

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