Analyzing the text below, tell what those two are doing and why

Dalen had dozed off on Nivor’s bed.
With a gentle movement, he woke her up. The first thing she saw was his arm.
“Finished?”
“A long time ago. It’s eight thirty.” He invited her to the living room.
There were two identical bowls filled with green beans, carrots, potatoes, and two cutlets.
“These are the same things we eat.”
“Not the same. I have the same supplies as the rest of the building, it’s true. But I have the privilege of cooking myself.”
Nivor was wearing a bright orange spongy robe and slippers on his feet.
“What do you have?”
“Bathrobe, this stranger. Why didn’t you use it too?”
“Different habits.”
She tasted the vegetables. They were excellent.
“You cook much better than the chef.”
“Things taste better if made in a normal kitchen and not in a hundred-liter pot.”
Dinner went on with Dalen filling him with compliments. They discussed politics and technology, topics that satisfied both.
She also learned that steam cooking is light and flavorful, and that Nivor was an excellent cook. She was a little envious.

“Vegetables and cutlets hardly dirty at all. I just put everything in the steamer and paid some attention.”
After the meal, they both went out on the balcony to get some air and let out steam.
There was a curtain that protected them from the rain.
“I love rain,” he said.
He lifted his neck to better see the raindrops hitting the curtain.
“I find it poetic,” she replied.
He was close to the wall, playing with the leaves of his amnesia haze.
“Can you water them? I’ll go in and get something. The water in the watering can should be enough.”
The three marijuana plants were now at full maturity; the harvest should have been done within the week. They had a beautiful and intense scent.
Shortly after, he came back out. He had two plastic chairs supported by an arm and two glasses on the other.
They sat facing each other.
He offered her a cup of hot chocolate, which she promptly accepted. She said she had never tasted anything so sweet.
“But it’s a bit hot.”
He had taken off his slippers and propped his feet on the pot, his legs stretched out.
“It’s nice to talk with the sound of rain, isn’t it?”
Dalen nodded. Then she took another sip of her hot chocolate.
“You’re looking at my chest.”
She still had the orange bathrobe on, albeit with some buttons undone.
“You’re cute.”
“How was your bath?”
“You were very kind. Why?”
“Don’t you think we would have saved time if we had done it together, the two of us?”
Dalen looked at her cup.
“We are of different genders.”
“Do you like me physically?”
“I told you a little while ago.”
The hot chocolate warmed their bodies on a chilly evening like that.
“You’re a nice girl.”
“Thank you…Niv?”

“Tell me.”
“I…” she lost a little energy in her words, then realized she had to finish.
“I like you…physically?”
“More than sure. Haven’t you ever noticed that I look at you too?”
“You do it often.”
“I hope it’s not too creepy,” he said.
“Just kidding.”
“I love you, Dal.”
“Me too.”
He had finished his hot chocolate.
“Now what do you say?”
“Please?”
“How do you find me in a bathrobe?”
“Attractive, as usual.”
“It’s the first and last thing I ever put on after the shower.”
“It seemed damp, that thing.”
He started looking at the rain again. He smiled.
“We’re young, Dal. A few years ago, we were just kids, we didn’t even know each other, though.”
“Time goes by, and we grow,” she noted.
“You’re right. Growing up, you get curious about certain things. Do you think you would have noticed me first, or me, you?”
“Where are you going with this?”
“As I said, you get curious about others, but also about yourself. Am I right?” She nodded. She remembered what she had done with her chest earlier.
“You’re right, you know, while I was there… I tried to do something.”
“So did I.”
She sighed, “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.” She finished drinking.
“Shall we go back in?”
It was Dal who went in first.
Inside the structure, there was little light. It was evident to both of them that after that day there could be no other destination than the bedroom with the two beds.
In fact, she was approaching there, with him not far from her. She felt his feet
and his warmth.

And as she was about to enter, something grabbed her by the hips. It was him.
He hugged her from behind
Then he put his head behind her and gave her three kisses. He whispered in her ear, “Will you tell me, please?”
All those discussions about curiosity had already dismantled any objection from the start. But that “please” was so tender.
“I… I touched myself.”
“I did it too,” he answered as he hugged her tighter. Then he kissed her hair one last time.
Finally, they entered. Nothing could be seen.
Dalen’s bed was further back, and as she lifted the blankets to get inside, a hand met hers.
She turned. A few seconds in the darkness and then another mouth joined hers. It was an intense kiss: they felt each other’s lips, then the tongues exchanged too.
The mouth had led her to sit on the bed. For a moment, they separated.
“I like making out with you,” she said.
“Let’s lie down.”
So they did. Although they were rather tight and Niv could almost fall, everything was perfect.
For a few seconds, he got up. Then he lay down again with one arm under Dal’s head, who felt his feet underneath.
Feeling his arm under her was so beautiful.
“Love?” he said. “Uhm?”
He said with a clear voice, “Even if you can’t see me… I have nothing on.”
“And your underwear?”
“I told you, the bathrobe was the only thing I had on.”
And although he couldn’t see her, she smiled, “I thought it seemed bigger than usual.”
“Do you really think my penis is big?”
“Pretty much. I imagine it sometimes like before.”
Dalen took off her pajama top. Then she put her shoulder on Nivor’s.
“I don’t care if you’re dressed or not,” she said.
“I want to spend the rest of my existence with you.” She smiled, “That phrase brings bad luck, Niv.”

“Who knows, maybe not for us.”
They were both lying on their side, chest against chest.
His arm, passing under her head, held her close to him.
“You have such a warm arm.”
“The one behind my back is pretty cool. But at least there you shouldn’t have any nasty encounters.”
She burst into an open laugh. The hand behind her played with the hooks.
“Why did you want me to hook up this thing?”
“If you were a girl, you’d understand.”
“It’s very difficult to maneuver it blindly,” he observed.
“That’s your answer.”
She felt the hand fumbling with the ends. Bringing one side closer, the hooks came out of the metal holes. Being elastic, the ends moved away.
“It’s come off,” she announced.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.”
As it collapsed on itself, she slipped the arm out and let it fall behind his back.
“But now your chest is uncovered, aren’t you afraid he’ll see it?”
“Realistically, it’s pitch black.”
“And if I did this?” She felt her thumb on her chest.
“I would be more dressed than you.”
He analyzed her response: that was not an objection.
His finger remained there. He brought it closer to her nipple and, once reached, rolled it around. She didn’t say anything, though she sighed.
“It’s strange to touch there.”
“Playing with our anatomical differences, isn’t it equally strange?”
“Dal?”
“What is it?”
“You haven’t said a single word of objection to what I’m doing. I could think that you like me.”
They both smiled.
Dalen had a certain shortness of breath.
“You’re exactly the person I needed,” she said.

“What do you feel to breathe like this?”
“It’s the same thing I did before.”
“Can I pay you a compliment?” Dalen nodded.
“I like your breasts.” She had a proud smile.
“And I like what you’re doing.”
The breast was smooth and soft, but as large as Nivor’s hand. The areola was rough, while the nipple firm.
With his index finger, he stroked the areola passing through the nipple.
He brought her closer to him. They kissed again, slowly, and with love. From some place, she felt some contacts, but didn’t pay attention to them.
At the same time, Nivor’s caresses were so pleasant behind her back.
“Are you beautiful?” You too."
“Was it your thing that I felt?”
She smiled, “I can’t help but have it hard.”
“I’ve never felt it so directly,” she said, slowly directing her arm towards her pelvis.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
She began to touch his testicles. She clearly perceived the separation between the two, inside a thick layer of skin, with few hairs.
“Is it normal for a guy to have that big of balls?”
“I don’t know about that. But I like your hand.”
Although she couldn’t see, Dalen had made an accurate picture of them, which protruded with their dimensions into the scrotum.
Then she started to climb, beginning to approach the body of the penis. He reacted by giving her a passionate, intense kiss.
She was smooth and thick, with a very wide diameter, so much that she couldn’t close her hand. She vividly noticed the duct underneath that carried pee and sperm. It was so warm, it almost burned.
She had started to slip her hand down. Not only wide but also very long. It got a little bigger in the middle, then towards the end, the skin wrapped half of the large glans, with the “exit” being only a minimal portion.
It doesn’t matter how his body is developed; Nivor’s movements are so gentle and delicate that for her everything is wonderfully pleasant.
She felt his caresses behind her back with his right hand and the

movements on her chest with his left hand.
It was so pleasant to receive that attention, she thought. She had never received it before.
“I’ve never gotten this far, Niv.”
“It’s the first time I’ve done these things. Forgive me if I’m a little clumsy.”
She smiled, “You’re not clumsy at all. I love being here with you. I was just too shy to make it a reality.”
“It’s been since we were under the umbrella,” he said, remembering, “that I’ve wanted a little privacy… It seemed to me that the rain was a perfect opportunity for us to be ourselves.”
“You were right,” she admitted.
“I wanted to do it while you were showering, but then when I was in there myself, I realized that you wanted the same thing too.”
Exactly at that moment, there was another pouring of water.
The sound, similar to white noise mixed with the sound of splashes, made for a pleasant background.
Dalen continued to pay attention to his hand, making a wider grip while holding on to Nivor’s upper genital area.
“Stop, little one… I want to focus on just you.”
“Why?”
“You’re stimulating me a lot… and I’m curious.”
With a certain melancholy, Dal stopped the movement she was doing but left her hand on the warm scrotum.
She could feel his fingers moving, caressing her intimacy, feeling their vitality, and at that moment only one thing was on her mind: She wanted them, they were so welcome that they felt in harmony with them, as if they were a part of her.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked, a little intimidated.
“Little one,” he whispered, appreciated for that word.
“It feels strange to stand still while you touch me.” His hand had now gone down
“It feels strange to stand still while you touch me.” The hand had now dropped to the level of the pajamas.
“Niv…” she said slowly and pleadingly. Meanwhile, the hand had already entered the underwear.
It stopped on one side of her buttocks, then widened and caressed her.
“You are beautiful,” he said slowly. He reached her vagina.
Dalen felt two fingers - the index and middle fingers - at the center of the two parts that closed them. Then he made some space, so that one finger went to one side and the other to the opposite side.
He pressed gently and began to perform a kind of circular massage.
“I think it’s done like this,” he whispered.
“What do you think?” she asked. She was out of breath.
“You don’t look very big to me, you seem wet…at least I think… my arm is falling asleep.”
She had to admit to herself that she liked being touched down there. She began to breathe loudly, in an asthmatic way.
She began to pay more attention to the hand, making a wider grip as she held Nivor’s upper genitals.
“Stop, my dear… I want to continue only with you.”
“Why?”
“You’re arousing me a lot… and I’m curious.”
With some melancholy, Dal stopped the movement she was making, but left her hand on the warm scrotum.
She felt his fingers stroking her intimacy, sensing their vitality, and at that moment, only one thing came to her mind: She wanted him, and they were so welcome that she felt in harmony with them, as if they were a part of her.
“It looks like you’re doing a marathon,” he said.
“It’s because I enjoy it too much.”
“And is that why you’re so wet down there?” It was pitch-black, but Dalen was smiling.
She felt his fingers massaging the edges of her vagina. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t think of anything else. It was as if her consciousness was trapped there.

And although she tried, she couldn’t stop her breath from making noise, her heart from beating fast, her chest from hardening, her pelvis from undulating, and her vagina from getting wet and exposed.
As the minutes passed, Nivor began to feel some difficulty.
“I’m not getting much oxygen to my arm this way.” He thought about it for a moment; with his arm under Dalen’s head, down her back, and finally into her underwear, it was quite a challenging path.
“I can imagine.”
“Turn around, we’ll both be better off.”
“Don’t worry, you’re getting too tired.”
“Turn around anyway, at least we’ll stay embraced.”
Dalen simply felt too good with him. She lay on her side, turning her back to him.
She felt the touch of the other hand in the middle of her intimacy. She understood because this hand was dry, meanwhile she felt his head behind hers. He gave her small, delicate kisses on her shoulder.
Slowly, Nivor had moved his arm under her chest, then took hold of a part of her breast. He played with it, gripping it with one hand, squeezing it weakly.
The hand below did not stop moving: it rotated, pressed, and moved in synchronicity. Dalen felt Nivor’s breath behind her. He was trying hard, and for her, these were well-spent energies: She loved it like crazy.
After a while, he slowed the movements of his hand until it stopped completely.
“Was I good?”
She softly said yes.
He had not removed his hand from the girl’s private parts.
He made his fingers like a gun and tried to insert them into her vagina. As soon as the first few centimeters went in, he had a start.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s just that I got a shiver.”
“Do you know that I really like you?” He had a sweet tone and was smiling. She didn’t say anything, but she appreciated those words. When both fingers were inside, it was a special moment for both of them:
For her, it was wonderful to feel accepted and united with the boyfriend she loved, and the fingers gave her pleasant sensations. For him, on the other hand, it was proof of the trust she had in him.
He approached her neck, sensing the smell of the balm. He kissed her shoulder

several times, moistening the skin with his lips.
He moved his hand to her side. He pressed down on her underwear with his thumb and lowered it. Raising one leg, Dalen slipped them off.
As she lowered her leg, she met Nivor’s hand. He caressed her slowly. After guiding her down, not letting go of her hand, he began to hug her. He squeezed hard, with intense love.
He took a step forward. She felt the contact with his chest behind her back. She felt Nivor’s penis beneath her, going between her thighs. He had it hard. He pushed his hips towards her, touching her.
Dalen felt the weight behind her, how strong her boyfriend was. The two hands controlled her breathing, and the warmth they radiated was so good.
She felt the warmth of Nivor’s genitals between them. He was so long that it protruded in front. And then it was wide and smooth, she felt its warmth.
A few seconds later, she made a movement behind, rubbing it in contact with her blatantly wet vagina. Without stopping, she went to meet him, and the two closures lowered the layer of skin at the end, revealing the glans, which, although large, was applied enough to get wet by the fluids that her vagina released against him.
His breath was on her neck. He ran his tongue between her lips.
“Dal…”
She gave a sort of sigh. “Tell me.”
“Shall we make love?”
“Will you be gentle?”
“I promise you.”
Dalen turned around. He sensed it and began a long kiss.
