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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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I laid it out to dry over there. [He gestures, moving out of the way to let Dextera up.] We should pack everything else up, too, anyway.

[He's going to start working on that, since they're probably not going to come back here unless they don't find anything promising down the way. He figures they can take it slow, see how it is. As he's working on that, though, he glances over to Dextera putting the coat on.

An important thing, then? He'll have to remember that, since he wouldn't have put importance on it until now. Hmm.]

Is it finally dry? I guess I slowed it down when you let me use it as a pillow.

[ dextera looks much more comfortable once it’s on, anyway, and looks far less naked as well. ]

It’s dry. [ a pleased report, for such a simple thing. he retrieved his boots next, which have also thankfully dried, and then hitches his sword to his back. ] Thank you.

[ he looks battle ready! but hopefully they won’t have to battle—either way, he seems a little brighter than he did when they first wandered into the woods. a little more alive. ]

[Guren just has to shove everything they brought back in the bag, put his own jacket and shoes back on, and then grab his sword, and then he's ready to go. It doesn't take too long, but even if Dextera has to wait a little, he knows they're not actually in a rush. They're not trying to beat night time or anything like that. Just... move at their own pace.]

Is that coat important to you? [He figures he'll ask once he's standing again, gesturing that they can start following the water down.]

Important...

[ he maybe didn’t completely realize how important he thought it was until guren pointed it out, but then he nods, regarding the sleeve with some thoughtfulness. ]

It’s one of the few things I have that feels like... “mine.” I woke up with it, and I’ve kept it through all the times I’ve died.

[ it’s not sacred, but it is something precious to him. if he lost it, he would be devastated!! ]

I see.

[That means he'll have to look out for it, too! Worrying about the life of a coat as well as a person... it's something he can do, he just needs to know about it. Now, it can stay safe! Hopefully.

The water they're following drops down a couple of smaller waterfalls in the stone. Short distances that Guren and Dextera can step or hop down from. There's still forest surrounding them, but it doesn't feel nearly as eerie as the forest they'd dropped from above.

Guren notices something ahead that he worries is fog. When it's been so clear down here, he's nervous to see it— but as they get closer, he realizes that it's only steam. In grayscale, it's a little more difficult to tell the difference, but he can feel the temperature of the area changing. Stones, the air... He steps over to the water, crouching to carefully test the heat with the back of his hand.]

It's a natural hot springs. [It doesn't feel too hot to get in, either... It's a lot hotter than the warm water they'd fallen into, but it's... inviting. For some reason, relaxing isn't the exact word to come to mind. It's definitely inviting.]

[ dextera has most certainly never been even near a hot springs, let alone in one. he hasn’t even really taken a lot of baths—none that he can remember, and probably just showers before that. he’s nervous at the idea of water so hot it steams, but at the same time...

he finds himself gazing into it, dipping his fingers in before he can think better of it. ]

...it’s hot.

[ okay, maybe that’s obvious! but he still says it aloud anyway, and next decides to scoop up some of the water and let it drip through his fingers. something about it... he wants to get in. ]

It’s nice, though.

[ Hmm... Paranoia still hits, but with Dextera’s cute reaction, Guren doesn’t jump to just ignoring this, either. The steam isn’t so thick that he’d have trouble making out anything attacking them. He doesn’t sense anything alarming. No illusions, either... How long had it been since the start of their walking? An hour by now?

It wasn’t too far, but it was far enough, too... ]

Do you want to take a dip? [ Normally, he’d never be the one to suggest something like this, but this is a really nice area. The water is incredible— it’s almost soft? ] This time, we can take our clothes off. Haha.

[ haha!!! Casually!! ]

[ haha... so casual!!!

dextera glances between the water and guren and back again, and before he gives his answer, he removes his sword to test the depth of the water. it isn’t bad... the lake they just left was deeper, and this one even seems like something he could sit in, in the right spots.

so he nods. ]

Is that... okay?

[ they’re not in any hurry, and guren is the one who suggested it so it must be okay, but dextera finds himself shyly asking anyway—maybe because he knows where this could go. a coy look, sideways. ]

Why not?

[ Even the steam in the air is encouraging, not that Guren is picking up on that right now. He doesn’t think anyone is going to find them out here, and if they do? Who cares. They could use more relaxing, and it’s just forest surrounding them right now. It’s better to stay here.

He pulls his hand from the water and sets his bag down nearby, fingers moving to his jacket to undo that. ] If you’d rather stay dressed, that’s fine. It’s warm enough here. [ Buuuut it’s probably better to strip. ]

[ since guren is already stripping, dextera gives into peer pressure—though he was going to get there eventually anyway, and so he gently places everything aside. his coat, his sword, his boots... though he hesitates a little when he goes to take off his shirt. a part of him retains his modesty yet.

halfway out of it, he pokes his head over the fabric to watch guren instead. he'll feel better about being in the nude once guren is!! ]

...have you ever been in a hot spring before?

[ some conversation... to pass the time. ]

Yeah.

[ He doesn’t expand on that, and it doesn’t look like he’s too modest to strip, either. Though, he did save his pants for taking off last... He’s doing that now, close enough to the water and the rocks that he doesn’t feel too weird about it. His belt is set down, and then he’s slipping out of the rest as he peeks over at Dextera. ]

...What about you? [ He’s figured that doing this could end up with them fooling around, but it’s a little different to feel so instantly interested, he thinks. Dextera looks cute in just a shirt, and it’s even cuter when he’s hesitating to come out of it. But Guren is fully naked now, leaving his sword near the edge of the water as he takes a careful step inside. ]

[ dextera is shy, guren must know that, but there's a by-now-familiar interest in his eyes when he looks over at guren entering the water—something hungry, behind that shyness. he's no stranger to lust, and anyone he asked would agree that guren's body is appealing. not cute, not like this. it's just perfect to look at. ]

No. It's my first time.

[ he's finally out of his shirt, but then the next task is forcing himself out of his pants—and maybe he's hesitating because he's being decent, but there's a wanting in the silence he leaves that suggests, maybe, he's hoping that guren will invite him to strip. ]

[ He will now that he’s dipping into the water and it feels incredible. It’s not just hot, but it’s nice against his skin in a way he can’t describe— he leans over the side of the rocks, reaching out with one of his hands and smiling. There’s clear interest in his eyes now. He can’t help it. ]

Come on, it feels great. [ take it off!!! Does that help ] It’s just me here.

[ it does help!!!

that was what he seems to have been waiting for, anyway. some kind of invitation—wanting to expose himself here, but waiting for a good reason to do it. guren is right. it's just him. just them, soon to be together in this nice, hot water. he's finally out of his pants, and he quickly slips into the spring by taking guren's hand. ]

Ah—

[ it's warm, and his pale skin almost immediately flushes with heat—and maybe something else, too, since he balances himself by stepping as close to guren as he can ""accidentally"" get away with. ]

[ Guren, meanwhile, has no subtlety at all. He grips Dextera’s hand and helps tug him close, his other arm sneaking around his waist as he hovers closer— but they’d just done something like this last night. He’s not sure where this overwhelming desire came from, but it doesn’t seem too out of place with his feelings. But desire is something he should be careful with, so too much makes him a little nervous.

His lips were too close to Dextera’s. ]

...Just tell me if you want to get out. [ Or it’s too much, he means, because he feels very overwhelming in general, all of a sudden. ]

[ dextera doesn't want to get out. it's such a powerful desire that it surprises him, but his whole heart rejects the idea of escaping now, when they're this close—this hot, their bodies touching without anything in between. it's like the water itself is bleeding out dextera's near-virginal modesty, and in response to guren's quiet assurance, his eyelids lower. ]

I will.

[ that, he promises, even if he can't imagine acting on it when there's something much better, much more appealing right in front of him. ]

But I don't want to.

[ he hides his face and kisses the place where guren's neck curves into his shoulder—if he's standing upright, they're almost the same height, but his habitual slouch means that he's at the perfect angle to hide away and kiss guren's warm skin instead of confronting how badly he wants more of this. ]

[This is immediately more intense than what's normal. Guren always has desires, but he's usually too well trained to hold them back, when it comes to things like this. Mahiru had tried to encourage things like lust out of him when he was first dealing with his demon, and it came out then, of course— and this felt a little like that. That discipline that kept those thoughts and feelings bottled up wasn't enough, right now.

His breath hitches at a simple kiss like that, and silence adds even more tension to the air between them. Reacting too passionately would be too much. Pushing forward would be too much. As he's telling himself these things, one of his hands traces down Dextera's arm until his fingers can curl around his wrist.]

Dextera. [He breathes, quiet and slow as he tries to steady himself. It's dizzying, and there's a faint feeling that that should be alarming, but that's completely overwhelmed by everything else. This won't make him lose control. It's a simple desire, one that anyone has.

Of course, in an intimate place like this, he'd get that strong urge to be intimate again. This is something special.] I want you.

[And right now, he doesn't care how blunt he is about it.]

[ the slower they move, the more unbearable it becomes. he doesn't know what to do with himself, suddenly, and he's glad that his face is hidden—but he can't stay like that for long. with guren's fingers around his wrist, he shudders out a sigh, terribly interested despite himself. interested enough that he doesn't attribute the strangeness of this feeling to the water.

it feels like the natural next step, of being together like this. ]

You can have me. [ he pulls his other hand out of the water, lifting his head just enough to look guren in the eyes, and presses his thumb to guren's mouth. it's not as sweet as it was when they fell asleep—now, it feels a little more like a protection, like he knows if they start kissing now they're not going to stop. ] I want you too.

[ he feels that, certainly, in the pit of his stomach. ]

Then we have each other.

[Slow words draw out the way he squeezes at Dextera's wrist, thoughtful, tempted, not sure if he should hold back or press forward. The thumb at his mouth is even something more distracting than it has any right to be. He parts his lips just slightly, eyes watching Dextera's for a reaction as his teeth scrape over that thumb, tongue pressing against it.

There's no room for embarrassment with this growing heat. His body presses forward with a step, aiming to pin Dextera's against the rocks at the edge of the hot spring behind him. His breath comes out in a shudder. He can't help himself. And even if he knows that the first kiss will make it impossible for them to stop, he's burning up to let that loose already.

Pushing past that thumb, he presses Dextera's wrist against the rocks, too, his head ducking forward to get to Dextera's neck, breathing against his skin.] Let's not hold back.

[Even at the lustiest he's ever been with his human heart in control, he has to be careful and pause for acknowledgement before he just acts on that.]

[ dextera wants everything. this isn't like before, the first time—there's something heavy in the air between them, something impossible to resist that makes him want to lose himself to the incredible heat hanging over them. against the rocks, with guren's breath on his neck, he's pretty sure that guren could kill him and it would somehow still be erotic. ]

I won't. You shouldn't either.

[ an assurance, even a catch-all—dextera can take anything guren wants to give, and he can give anything guren wants to have.

that's a reckless promise to make, even if it's only to himself, but it's something he feels with absolute confidence. he trusts guren with his life, and even if lust is obscuring his judgment somewhat, it's hard to care when guren's pressing his wrist so tightly to the rocks. he'd probably be glad to die like this. ]

Guren.

[His name is all he wants to hear like that. Don't hold back, they want each other, they have each other, and his name. He likes the way it sounds like that, and that's all he can think as his free hand tangles into Dextera's hair and yanks his head back at an uncomfortably unnatural angle.

It exaggerates their small height difference and Dextera's slouch, and Guren presses forward with his whole body. Chest to chest, pinning Dextera even more against the rocks, mouth over mouth, his tongue already forcing itself inside, and his fingernails digging into that wrist he's holding as he pushes that back, as well.

It's a violent need that he doesn't quite understand, but he's familiar enough with, despite everything else. He doesn't just want to kiss, he wants to kiss forcefully until one of them bleeds. He wants to overwhelm Dextera in a new way, to bring out every sensation and leave them both gasping for air.

He's not calm at all, and right now, he doesn't know how to be.]

[ dextera gasps when guren pulls his hair like that—a mix of surprise and arousal, something that he didn't get to fully express when the night before, they were being sweet and coy about it. whatever mood has come over them here, he feels like it's all right to show those darker sides of him, the parts of him that want to bite and claw and have the same things done to him.

the violence is—exciting, in a way that he doesn't like to admit outside of battle. it makes his heart pound with the knowledge that he's alive, and the harder guren pushes against him, the harder he pushes back. he wants. that's all he can think, suddenly. he wants guren so badly he's dizzied by it, and he grips guren's shoulder for leverage—nails forming red crescents against his skin—as he kisses back, all teeth and hunger in the same way he sometimes approaches the flesh of monsters.

to his credit, he feels pretty monstrous right now. he wants to swallow guren whole. ]

[At some point in this violent show of passion, his skin breaks at his lip, and he laughs as he tries to return the favor. You can't fake a pleasured laugh like this, and if Guren weren't so completely overwhelmed with this feeling, he might be more embarrassed or completely reluctant to allow it. Right now, though, it's exciting. It's the two of them, learning more, doing more, feeling.

He releases Dextera's wrist just so he can wrap around his back, instead. Pushing and pulling him into him, fingers scratching at his back, Guren doesn't know where to begin. He has this strong desire to squeeze Dextera until he breaks, and that amazing amount of hunger coming from him in turn is even more incredible. Desire, so strong and pointed at him. And him, just the same, gasping for breath to the side of Dextera's face.

He wonders if anything is going to be enough.]

[ as soon as dextera gets the first metallic taste of blood, he's suddenly kissing guren's mouth that mucher harder, like he wants to drink it—a little vampiric, perhaps, but that can't be helped in a moment like this. he has to part for breath, too, chest heaving and guren's blood painting his mouth red, but there's no part of him that wants to stop.

he wants to feel guren's nails digging into him like talons, leaving marks across his back and bleeding him into the water. ]

Guren. [ again, he says guren's name, his newly freed hand sliding down guren's side, gripping his waist. he licks his lips, and then kisses the part of guren's lip that's split open. ] More.

[ harder. ]

[ More. He wants more, too. The way Dextera kisses at him makes him gasp, his nails digging harder into Dextera’s back, his teeth dragging and digging back at his lips. “More,” he says, and Guren’s head spins. He yanks harder at Dextera’s hair before that hand slips down, too, pushing at his shoulder, clawing down his chest. He can’t get enough. He shudders with his next breath. ]

Dextera... [ It’s hard to breathe like this, as worked up as he is, but he doesn’t want to stop at all. Desperate for more friction to go with these sensations, he rocks his hips against him, groaning shamelessly when he does. That, and the soreness of his red lips— what a nice combination.

How much will satisfy them? Like this, it feels like it could never end, and he doesn’t mind that at all. What does he want, what more does he want... his mind is spinning with possibilities, but he doesn’t want to stop. He ducks, and though he doesn’t bite at Dextera’s neck, he does kiss there, sucking, aiming to leave a mark. His hands scratch more, down Dextera’s back and front, gripping hard enough at arm or shoulder or waist to bruise.

And then, after another grind of his hips, he pulls back, eyes lighting up wildly in pleasure. It’s not far that he moves, but it’s enough to say chase me, which seems to be what he always wants. His thumb swipes at his bleeding lip, and he remembers that Mahiru isn’t able to heal him right now. That’s a little more exciting. He’s trying to catch his breath enough to say what he wants, but it’s more difficult than he thought. ] Come get more.

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