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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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[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ dextera is new, please don't buck your hips, guren... but for now, this works for him. there's a part of him that likes—too much—the feeling of guren pulling his hair. it's a good sign for how he feels, and there's also the matter of how much he likes to be controlled.

in this, without consequences, that's not such a bad thing to enjoy.

the hand on guren's thigh grips a little tighter, while the one around his cock guides guren deeper into dextera's mouth until his fingers need to slip away to give him more room. he can't go that deep, and he's not that far down for long, but it's the thought that counts when he's trying to taste as much of guren as he can.

when he pulls off guren's cock to give himself a break, he's panting hard, like he forgot to breathe while he was doing that. (he did.) ]

[He has incredible self control, it's fine!! But god, even not taking him in too deeply or for too long, Dextera's mouth around him is a feeling he can't get over. He kind of feels like a horrible person every time he's aroused by things like Dextera panting to catch his breath, but he brushes that feeling aside.]

Just... take your time, and don't hold your breath. [He doesn't want him to pass out or something?? But his enjoyment has been clear— even so far, the attention to him has earned a few different noises, soft growing sounds that are halfway to moans. His fingers alternate between relaxing in Dextera's hair and gripping, and he thinks that he should be gentle, but if he knew how much Dextera liked it, that would be a simple thing to encourage...

Well, it'll happen more as this goes on, anyway. He can't help that.]

It feels good. [He breathes that out, wanting it known even if he thinks it's obvious.]

[ dextera might know, logically, not to hold his breath, but it all stopped in his chest when he wrapped his mouth around guren’s cock. still catching his breath, his lips parted as he pants softly, he fills the time by stroking guren and enjoying how hard he is against his hand. ]

Me too. [ he says it quickly, looking to guren’s face and then away in an instant. ] Can I—

[ no. it’s a little too embarrassing to just outright say, even if he managed to get this far. it seems silly to be flustered by asking guren if he can touch himself when he’s been sucking dick, but!! ]

[He's... so cute?? What the fuck. There's pause for talking like this, and he's still so heavily into it, those strokes earning a soft groan before he can properly address that cut off question.]

Can you what? [His legs shift to try and get more out of those strokes. He honestly wants that mouth back, already, as nice as this is— Ah, but he's realizing that Dextera might be too embarrassed to explain in words, and this could prolong it, so he adds on quickly:]

You can do anything you want, Dextera. [He trusts him for that. Actually, he'd like it even better if Dex was touching himself, so even that would be expressed if he knew that was the question.]

[ 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. ]

[There. That's a lot better, after all. Seeing that Dextera is actually turned on by this is flattering in many ways, and of course that adds to his pleasure. They're out here in the open doing this, being intimate, enjoying themselves. No matter what has happened or what they have to do to get back, they can take this moment just to appreciate each others company... even if it's in a filthy way like this.

Desire like this... Guren doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. He encourages it, in fact, and there's something so incredibly satisfying in drawing that desire out of Dextera, as well.

He's being spoiled here, and he's so unused to it. This pleasure spreading through him makes him want to chase after it, but he can't move too much or he'll disrupt him from it. It's making that tension build up even more.]

Nn— Fuck... [Sounds are embarrassing, but he can't help it. Even when he moves one hand to cover his face— automatic, unsure if he's trying to shield his expression, muffle his sounds or just grip at something tighter to make up for it all— it doesn't help them from coming out at all. He's heated, he's breathing hard, he's eager for more and even when he makes sure he's not moving his hips in any way to make this harder on Dex, he still has to squirm a little, his back arching off the ground slightly. His other hand slips out of Dextera's hair, but his fingertips stay against his cheek, not wanting to abandon him completely. He wants to be able to touch him during this, in whatever way he can. To hold him.]

Dex. [His name slips out on a shaky breath, inches away from a moan.]

[ that’s good.

guren’s noises, the little movements, they’re all so good that dextera has to stroke himself harder, and even the awkward angle doesn’t stop him from enjoying this. the taste of guren’s cock in his mouth is erotic, especially so in the heat of the moment, and dextera is torn between licking and sucking and breathing too hard. his jaw is getting to the point where it aches, now, but it’s only because he’s trying all the more to make sure that guren feels good.

just because his hands are occupied doesn’t mean he can slack. even in this short time, he’s learned what guren likes, where he likes it. there may not be a special spot like the one inside, but there doesn’t have to be, if dextera just tries his best to surround him with pleasure.

although he has to pull back one more time for a break, his hot breath is coming in puffs against guren’s now-slick cock, and he can still put his tongue and lips to use.

when he looks up at guren, his own eyes are dark with arousal. ]

[His hand slips away from his face about halfway through all of that, resting just to the side of it, and so when Dextera looks up, Guren shudders out his own breath before looking down to meet his gaze. What a dangerous look that is. It makes him want to yank him up, flip them over and go straight at it.

But that doesn't match his gentle and fond feelings, so he holds back.]

Getting tired? [Nearly breathless, his light tease doesn't have as much power when he's the one who sounds so worked up. Still, it's also an offer, if Dextera doesn't want to keep doing this all the way. The fingers of his other hand stroke move gently across his cheek. Even Dextera's breath across him is driving him crazy, and his cock is twitching for more.]

[ almost forgetting he can speak, dextera shakes his head and licks his lips. between his legs now, his own cock is hard and really, truly throbbing with need—the only way he gives himself a break is by shifting positions so slightly, inevitably rubbing himself across guren’s leg and that’s the most embarrassing thing that he’s taken pleasure from in his whole life. ]

...a little more.

[ his voice, normally so soft and sweet, has taken on a rough edge to it—it can’t go much deeper, but there’s something, a thick desire, that catches his voice as it leaves his throat. ]

Wherever— [ a last thought, if guren is getting close. ] Anywhere is okay.

[ and even as swallows down guren’s cock, he’s still holding his gaze, his eyes only turning down a moment later. ]

[He's so surprisingly lewd, saying something like that while staring straight at him. It's so arousing that Guren almost doesn't know what to do with it. Anywhere? Wherever? Then... He wants to see this through like this.

Lust is outweighing his concern for Dextera to be able to handle this without choking, at least in regards to that. It's too much, all of it is too much, and with that warmth around him, he's closer and closer until he knows he's not going to be able to hold back. He won't push Dextera off, or tell him to move or anything like that, based on what he wants— but he will at least warn him with fingers sliding into his hair, gripping tighter, his eyes shutting.]

I'm... going to—

[That's the most he'll get out in warning, though, before he comes with a pleasured groan.]

[ dextera may have gotten a little overzealous in telling guren that he could take it anywhere, but there’s something so intense about being hit with guren’s orgasm the instant that it happens that he can’t regret it.

it’s not difficult to make himself come after that, and it’s only then that he really chokes, spilling onto his hand at the same time he quickly pulls away from guren’s cock—his hair, inevitably, tugged in a way that’s just so perfect on the other side of his orgasm.

he hurriedly buries his face against guren’s hips, managing to cough only a few times before he peeks.

and, face flushed from the effort, the climax, and the coughing, he has the audacity to look embarrassed. ]

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