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[cashewlater]

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[wreatharrow]

I'm sorry... There's an odd buzzing in my ears. I can't hear a thing.

[ Going to just. Drink all his wine and take his dishes to the sink! ]

[cashewlater]

Is that so?

[ then you don't mind if he explains, right??

except he'll let you off the hook this time, nari. instead he stands, gathering up his own dishes into a neat pile before he's carrying the platters into the kitchen area, to wrap up the leftovers. ]

[wreatharrow]

[ YES PLEASE SPARE HIM.

Instead he is going to just... Work on those dishes while Cyno starts to put things up. ]

[cashewlater]

[ together they make quick work of the table and dishes, and once cyno has finished wiping down the counter, he steps up behind tighnari, encircling him with his arms, pressing warm kisses to his nape. ]

Thanks for the help cleaning up.

[wreatharrow]

[ Tighnari leans back into the embrace. Shudders for the kiss pressed to his neck. ]

You made me such a good meal. How could I be a poor guest?

[cashewlater]

I'm glad you like it. Pick at the leftovers whenever you want.

[ that shudder only incentivizes him, and soon cyno is kissing along his throat, to his jaw. ]

I'm glad you came tonight, too.

[wreatharrow]

[ He takes a deep breath. Eyes shut and he just feels the lips against his neck. Along his jaw.

Naturally he is going to pick at the leftovers here and there. But right now? He's thinking of something else. ]

Good thing I wasn't busy.

[cashewlater]

[ cyno smiles, his lips curving against tighnari's skin, and the arms around him tighten. he begins to sway in place, back and forth, cyno humming softly, holding fast. he loves moments like these, tender and warm, the simple domesticity of cleaning up after dinner. he could get used to this. ]

Lucky me.

[wreatharrow]

[ Tighnari sways with him. His tail wraps around Cyno with a soft smile in return. Right now he's just in this soft, tender moment. Spending time together. Existing.

It's a nice feeling. ]

You are lucky. The luckiest person here.

[cashewlater]

[ a soft laugh, and he nuzzles against tighnari's collar, breathing in his soft, floral scent. ]

You're right. I am. [ a beat. ] Want that shower, now, or are you too tired?

[wreatharrow]

Oh I want something.

[ Tighnari twists so that he can give Cyno a heated kiss. He had said that he'd give the other a treat, right? Well now he's the one hooking fingers into Cyno's collar and pulling him towards the stairs to that loft. ]

[cashewlater]

[ oh.

good. yes. the timbre of tighnari's voice is enough to make cyno's heart skip, and he murmurs something indistinct into the kiss, following along more than obediently as they stumble up the stairs together, toward his bed. ]

[wreatharrow]

[ See, that's what he wants. To make Cyno's heart pound in its chest. To make the blood boil. Make him want.

So he shoves him the moment that they are at the bed. Mostly to send Cyno sprawled out on top of it. ]

[cashewlater]

[ the only downside to being shoved down onto his bed is that it breaks the kiss, but cyno will take that brief loss. his breath hitches, his hair wild as he glances up into tighnari's face, his eyes burning with a smoldering hunger. ]

C'mere, beautiful.

[wreatharrow]

[ Tighnari watches Cyno for a few seconds, tail lashing behind him in interest. ]

In good time. First, your treat.

[ Which means Tighnari dropping to his knees in front of the bed and pawing at the front of Cyno's pants. ]

[cashewlater]

[ ah yes, his treat. when tighnari folds down onto his knees, cyno feels his stomach tighten up with anticipation, his blood rushing immediately to his groin. his breath stutters, and he leans back on one hand, the other fumbling with his belt, tugging it open. ]

You're too good to me.

[wreatharrow]

Fair's fair, don't you think? You kept up your end of the deal... And you have said that you'll make sure that I am well fed.

[ Tighnari takes a moment to tie his hair back. But then he is between Cyno's thighs, nuzzling at the inner portion. ]

[cashewlater]

Well fed, indeed..

[ another jolt of hot anticipation, and cyno is quickly unbuttoning his jeans, tugging down the fly and his underclothes both until his cock is freed. he's already half-hard just from tighnari's promises alone, and the way he nuzzles into his thighs. ]

[wreatharrow]

[ While Cyno does that... Tighnari is nipping at the spot through the clothing. He can already start to begin to smell Cyno's arousal. Makes his eyes lidded. ]

I follow through on my promises too.

[ And he nips, gently, the moment that Cyno frees himself from the confines of those jeans. ]

[cashewlater]

[ cyno's breath is coming more and more quickly, heat rising to his cheeks and pooling between his thighs as tighnari teases him. but he doesn't mind. he likes it. at least for now.

one hand slides against tighnari's hair, his thumb smoothing over the crest of tighnari's cheek. ]

You look so pretty on your knees, habibi..

[wreatharrow]

[ He plants a light kiss on the very tip of Cyno's cock. ]

Hmm. I haven't even done anything though. Is just seeing me like this enough to get the blood flowing.

[ Hasn't even really placed his mouth much of anywhere. But now his finger is drawing a line from shaft to tip. ]

[cashewlater]

Yes.. more than enough.

[ as is evidenced by the flush to his cock, and the way his hips shift against the bed. goosebumps ripple down his arms when tighnari's finger glides along the length of him, and cyno exhales hard, his eyes lidded, pupils twitching wider. ]

Tease.

[ he loves it. ]

[wreatharrow]

You love every moment of it too.

[ This time he uses his thumb from tip down the shaft - along the underside of that steadily hardening cock. Tighnari is close enough that his breath is fanning over the surface.

Oh he knows what he's doing here. Knows that it is going to drive Cyno insane. ]

[cashewlater]

[ cyno groans, softly, quietly, his hips canting forward, his cock twitching beneath the teasing drag of tighnari's thumb. heat washes over him, his tip beginning to glisten. ]

This is meant to be a reward?

[ he's teasing. gods, don't stop. ]

[wreatharrow]

Isn't it? If you dislike the idea, I can stop.

[ He knows that Cyno is teasing. But Tighnari can tease like that too. Which is why he's leaning back.

Taunting him. ]