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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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[ 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. ]

[ That was good. That was really good, and even while Guren is wrapped in that glow that follows the overwhelming pleasure, he forces his eyes open to look down at Dextera. He’s glad he did. Lifting his face from his hips to give him an expression like that is something that makes Guren want to shiver. He can’t explain it, but he’s completely drawn in.

Looking embarrassed like that when it was his idea... Guren pushes himself to sit up, not waiting to grab at Dextera and pull him up with him. They’re both so out of breath, but Guren wants to share that, to feel it. He wants to rest foreheads together and focus on how nice that was, and on breathing. ]

Sorry. [ If that was too much at the end, he means. He doesn’t want to admit that even the choking can be a little hot. ~~google: how do I know if I have a kink~~ ]

You’re good at that. [ That’s how he says it was incredible in a shy way ]

[ that was really nice. dextera doesn't think he ever needs the favor returned—he liked doing that for guren, even if his jaw aches a little bit and he thinks the taste might be in his mouth forever now. he, strangely enough, doesn't mind at all. guren made the small pains worth it, and this afterglow is enough to make the whole thing seem perfectly magical.

his chest is still rising and falling with his heavier-than-normal breath, and before they're too close, he wipes off his mouth and finds himself laughing when guren so gently compliments him. ]

...it was my first time.

[ he's neither accepting nor denying the compliment. he's just telling guren, like that makes the whole thing a little more special. ]

[ At least it doesn’t taste like ash?

Saying “I could tell” would be a mean thing, and it’s not exactly what he wants to convey with words, so he refrains and considers it. Brushing some of Dextera’s hair back into place with his fingers, he smiles fondly between breaths. ]

I’m luckier than I thought. [ Dextera is here, wanting him for some reason. How did that come to be... Trying to trace it back is pretty difficult when it seems like such a natural progression.

As they’re sitting like this, he’s relieved that he doesn’t feel worse, or ill, or in too much more danger. There’s just this comfort. Warmth. ] You seemed like you liked it.

[ Did he...?? Can this be on the list of repeatables, he wants to know... ]

[ dextera doesn't like that guren is walking him into saying he liked it! even if it's true, that feels like a weird thing to admit... and yet, he doesn't know how else to describe it. it wasn't at all unpleasant, and he even got so aroused by it that he was seconds away from practically humping guren's leg.

so, yeah. he liked it. ]

I did.

[ it is most certainly on the list of repeatables. he wants to hear guren make all those sounds again, and admire the way he tries to hide them, too. ]

I just thought... I really wanted to try it, suddenly. I'm glad I did.

[ Hmm... somehow, Dextera likes that, huh? It seems too good to be true, but most things with Dextera do. He leans closer, ducks his head and kisses at his jaw, right by his ear. ]

You actually have this pretty cute side to you, you know. [ He has said the thing he keeps thinking aloud, amazing. He can’t believe Dextera is just, the way that he is. ]

I like it. [ Well, he made Dextera admit embarrassing things that he likes, so he can admit that he likes Dextera like this, too. Most people would just say “I like you” but well, that’s just not Guren. ]

[ dextera feels like he could smack guren, he's suddenly so shy—and it's maybe only exhaustion that keeps him from actually lashing out. now that he's come, his body has remembered just how little he's rested and how much excitement he's been through since they set out. ]

Ah... [ face burning, he hides away in guren's shoulder. ] That makes me happy to hear.

[ he doesn't know about having a cute side, since this is just the person that he is, but if guren likes it... then he'll try to keep existing the way he always has. there are harder expectations to fulfill in his life than that. ]

Haha, did I embarrass you?

[ Asking it like that, he deserves to be smacked. But he takes a slow breath, having finally caught up to evening it out, and runs his hand over the back of Dextera’s head. ]

You can wash whatever you need to off with the water there. [ Like, does he want to rinse his mouth, too... He doesn’t know. ] The blankets are probably dry enough for us to sleep.

[ dextera does want to rinse his mouth... if only to open himself up to the possibility of kissing later!! ]

Then you can set it up.

[ that part is still mumbled into guren's shoulder, and then he's moving away, rubbing the back of his hand against his cheek like he can force the blush to flee. he can't! but he can retreat to the edge of the water to clean himself up, grateful not for the first time that the water is warm.

it's promising too, isn't it? wherever they're headed probably isn't totally the worst. ]

Okay.

[Yes, he will set it up. He shifts away from Dextera and fixes his pants, finally. Then, it's over to their belongings. Dextera's coat is probably the thing that's the most damp, from how it was left, and he feels a little bad for that... But he'll leave it laid out so it can be dry by the time they wake up. They have enough blankets that he can make a nice little setting for them to lie on, without lying directly on the rock, and still have something to cover up with, and another under their heads. They'll just have to share.

His jacket is still set aside, too, so he sits down and waits for Dextera, one leg stretched out in front of him as the other is bent as an arm rest. He's watching Dextera now that he's done, without any shame.]

[ dextera has the strangest sense that he's being ogled, even if there's nothing in particular to ogle.........

well, it's not a big deal. other than a peek over his shoulder to confirm that he's being watched and that guren has set up the blankets, he goes through the motions of cleaning himself up and washing his mouth out. for good measure, he splashes his face too, and then he's back to guren's side. ]

You look comfortable already.

[When you fall for someone's personality, everything becomes something you can ogle... That's the secret. He moves automatically when Dextera comes close, smoothly interlacing their fingers as if it's nothing at all.]

Yeah, I'm comfortable. How about you?

[ dextera curls his hand just enough that he's acknowledging how their fingers are laced together now, but he doesn't say anything about it aloud. it's strangely nice, to just do something like this and not need it to be mentioned at all.

they can worry about everything when they wake up. for now, this is all that matters. ]

I am. And tired.

[ the kind of tired, now, that would make even a spike seem comfortable. luckily, there are no spikes here—just blankets and warmth, and dextera gently pulls guren next to him when he settles down. ]

[Like this, it's almost as if nothing happened. He can move to lie down with Dextera, turning to be as close as possible as he tugs a blanket over the both of him. This fondness is overwhelming, glowing, and he doesn't know how to hold it back. Nothing has been said aloud at all, and right now, he doesn't mind it one bit. It's exciting, in a way.]

Tomorrow, we can take our time, and see if we feel like following the water down.

[Fuck that cave, he's decided. Leaning closer still, he gives Dextera a cute little kiss, lingering even as chaste as it is.] This isn't a bed, but it's pretty close. We can sleep comfortably.

[ dextera really enjoys that kiss. he enjoys all of this, taking it with a quiet happiness that seems to suffuse his entire body. he can't believe how lucky they've both gotten with all of this. ]

You're always taking care of me. [ a little light, though—teasing, not sorry. ] Thank you.

[ now that he's feeling better, he can really and truly enjoy the closeness of their bodies—for now, it's chaste, but that chasteness is warm and perfect in its own way. he doesn't want anything else but to feel guren's body pressed against him, whole and definitely alive. ]

Shut up.

[He says it with a big grin and a breath of a laugh. Their joined hands have to separate, but it's just so that he can slide one arm under their makeshift pillow, that much closer, and the other around Dextera. A worthy exchange.]

I'm so damn tired. [Getting blown is surprisingly exhausting? In the most satisfying way, of course. His eyes slip closed already.] Think we should sleep in?

[He very well might fall asleep in the middle of this silly pillow talk, or whatever it is, but that's fine. Everything about this is more than fine.]

We can sleep as long as we want.

[ when guren’s eyes fall closed, dextera takes that as a cue not to close his eyes, too, but to stare—gaze might be a kinder word, but the fact is that he’s watching guren, even if his expression is softer than the often wide-eyed, terrified staring he tends toward.

it’s completely on impulse that he reaches between them, moving only slightly, and brushes his fingers against guren’s lips.

he’s not trying to send any message. he’s just touching because he can. ]

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