cashewlater | loss;

loss;

[ cyno is certainly no stranger to pain, both physical and psychological.. but that does not mean that he cannot hurt.

it's quiet in caravan ribat, night blanketing the town in dark silence, and cyno sits on a bed at the inn, babying the long gash to his shoulder. it's certainly not the worst wound he's ever taken, but he's not dwelling on the physical pain, not when his heart feels so heavy.

taj was a good man, and in the end, cyno could not save him. there was nothing left to save. his old partner was long gone, having faded away with the death of his son, gone somewhere cyno could not reach, and while he does not hold taj's choices against him, his loss still makes his heart ache. cyno's ribs feel tight, his throat dry, and though he schools his expression to stern consternation, anyone who knows to look will see the telltale shadow behind his eyes, that flits like a ghost.

tighnari, surely, will know.

cyno watches him through hooded eyes as he works, his lover's back to him, his gloves peeled away as he mixes salves and prepares sutures, things that cyno has seen him do what feels like a hundred times before. he swallows thickly. and then he stands, lifting his headpiece away and setting it gently on the nightstand before he's stepping up behind tighnari, and before he can think better of it, cyno is pressing his face into the back of his partner's shoulder, breathing him in. he won't weep. cyno can't remember the last time he shed a tear. but he feels torn up inside nevertheless, and what he wants more than anything is the warmth of tighnari's body near, reminding him that he's real, and alive. ]

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[ i sure do!! he wears too much stuff..

but cyno has no problem with it. for all they've come together like this, he knows every stitch of tighnari's clothing, and just how to get it off of him, with expert care. now he's gifted with miles and miles of soft, perfect skin under his hands. for his part, cyno is mostly dressed down to begin with, all the better for tighnari to be able to treat his wounds. his clothing is scant to begin with, but he's shed his mantle and gauntlets, as well as his belt and legbands. his shendyt is folded neatly on the bedside table, with his jackal-headed helm settled neatly atop it.

this leaves cyno in only his shorts. all the better to feel the heat and shape of tighnari's burgeoning erection against his own. cyno groans, swallowing up the sound of his own name on tighnari's lips.

with his arms wrapped tight around his lover, it is easy to lie back against the bed, pulling tighnari over him. one hand rests between his shoulderblades, pressing, the other slipping down past the waistband of his sirwal to palm at his ass, squeezing, his thumb rubbing gentle circles at the base of tighnari's tail. he's sensitive there. cyno knows every one of his sweet spots.

at last, the pain and the loneliness are beginning to ebb. with tighnari so close.. everything feels right again. ]

[ For a moment, he fears he is taking advantage of Cyno's pain, that he shouldn't be enjoying this when the purpose of it is to soothe Cyno's heart, but it's only a fleeting thought, easily pushed away by the throb of pleasure between his legs and at the base of his tail, his breath rushing when Cyno leans back and pulls him on top of him. This suits him perfectly well; all the better to take care of his lover like this, leaning over him with his body at his mercy.

Groaning, his eyes lid heavily, palms cupping at Cyno's jaw to pull him in for a wet, warm kiss, before he breaks away, dragging his fingers lower, along Cyno's throat, his collar bone, his chest and ribs, treasuring every ridge and dip that his touch meets along the way.

At last, he reaches the waistband of Cyno's shorts. Most nights, he would take to teasing him a bit, but not tonight; fingers slipping in at his lover's hips, he tugs his shorts down and over his backside as much as he can, before plunging his hand between them to palm at the heat of his cock. ]

Mm...do you want me, my love?

[ tighnari knows exactly what he wants, exactly how to distract him - ]

'Nari -

[ tighnari's bow-callused hand is delicate and careful and wickedly dexterous, and immediately cyno's cock is filling out fully beneath it. his hips arch away from the mattress, and cyno groans low in his throat, his skin prickling, heat sweeping from his loins up his body and down his legs. all thoughts of loss and pain are driven from his mind. ]

Yes.

[ he answers, without hesitation, without stuttering. cyno's hand coasts along tighnari's back, calluses catching on soft skin as he counts each and every one of his lover's ribs with his fingertips, while the hand on tighnari's ass squeezes, pulling their hips together. his thumb sinks deep into that dense, luxurious fur. ]

I want you. I always want you.

[ cyno is dedicated to his work, his craft, just as tighnari is to his own, but gods does he hate the separation between them, especially now that he's exiled himself to the desert. it's so difficult to be so far from him, to go so long without touching him, without kissing him. in this moment, tighnari is his whole world. ]

[ There's something so sinfully sweet about hearing those words reaffirmed by the General Mahamatra himself, his voice gone husky with want beneath the heat of Tighnari's body and hands. He is a simple Forest Watcher, and Cyno is one of the most powerful and influential men in Sumeru, even if he never wields his influence like that. It still nevertheless is so thrilling to hold him in his hands like this, both metaphorically and literally, to be able to mold his pleasure and dull his pain.

Tighnari shudders, his hips arching back into Cyno's touch, the attention to his tail as sweet as ever. No one knows how to touch him as well as Cyno, naturally, but he especially knows how to touch his tail, just where he is most sensitive, and loves to be pet. ]

And I you.

[ His hand at Cyno's cock begins working in earnest now, his slender fingers curling around his length and pulling from root to tip and back again, in slow, deliberate strokes. Cyno grows warm and thick beneath his touch, and he swipes his thumb over the head of his cock just in time to catch a bead of precome on his skin. It slips down to his wrist, and Tighnari pulls his hand away for a moment, but only so he can like the dribble away with his tongue.

Then his hand returns to its task, warming and working up his cock, while Tighnari begins to kiss his way down Cyno's body, each pass of his mouth lingering and warm like smoldering embers of a fire that threatens to burst free. He keeps himself in check, however; right now is for being sweet and gentle, for filling up all those lonely spaces in Cyno's heart with something wonderful and familiar. ]

I'm going to take good care of you.

[ for all tighnari might feel privileged, cyno feels much the same. no, tighnari might not be a powerful political or military figure, he may not even work for the akademiya at all, but he's nevertheless the best, most interesting, incredible, fascinating person that cyno has ever met. they fell together easily, but cyno was in love with him long before they made the step to further their relationship. he's long admired tighnari. he's not the only one, of course, plenty of people would love to fill the mahamatra's shoes and be tighnari's chosen mate, yet somehow, cyno had been the one fortunate enough to win his heart.

it's an absolute privilege. cyno has never stood on ceremony, never liked or respected others based on their political influence or power, he judges others on their personal merits alone - on the people that they are, and nothing more. if he wanted to, tighnari could rule the entire akademiya with one hand tied behind his back. he's warm, he's kind, he's caring, he's - gods, he's good in bed — ]

You.. mmn..

[ even tighnari's hand alone works wonders, pulling tightly around his cock, his strokes slow, but deep and measured. cyno fills out fully beneath his masterful touch, his hips arching up, and his crimson eyes flicker to tighnari's face as he licks that glistening bead of pre from his skin. he's positively filthy, and it lights a fire in cyno's belly that roars to life. those kisses move down his body, and cyno can feel the heat of tighnari's mouth as it passes over his skin, down his chest, and his cock twitches in electric anticipation.

i'm going to take care of you..

that promise rings in his ears, his blood crackling. ]

[ If he's good in bed, it's only because he's had an excellent person to learn with, someone patient and eager to experiment and engage as he does, and in many ways, it's a privilege that Cyno is the only lover he has ever taken. Their experience has been wholly with one another, no one else catching their eye until the other had entered their lives, and so Tighnari has learned him perfectly, every inch of skin, every scar and ridge and dip, every sensitive spot.

And he will use all his knowledge to his advantage, to give Cyno the kind of experience that will drive the ache of loneliness from even the darkest corners of his bleeding heart. His gaze flickering up to Cyno's face, Tighnari lowers himself down his body further, his tongue flickering along his navel, down to the sharp edge of his hipbone. With one more long, deep stroke, he lets go of Cyno's cock, but only so he can pull his shorts and underclothes off him fully, sliding them down over his thighs and ankles until Cyno is beautifully, wonderfully bare beneath him. ]

Mm...you're so exquisite.

[ He can't deny himself the moment to simply drink in the sight of his lover's naked form, and for how long he has had to go without seeing him like this, it's all the sweeter. He's perfect, down to every last freckle and scar. Tighnari's heart beats hard in his throat, as he licks his lips, ears laying back against his head.

And then he's scooting even lower than before, settling down between Cyno's legs and encouraging him to hook his knees over his shoulders with his hands. His head dips between his slender, muscular thighs, dragging his tongue from his knee to the crease of his hip on his left leg, and then doing the same for his right, slow and easy, tasting the warm flesh of his inner thigh.

It's only after his gaze flickers up to Cyno again, searching for his intense gaze gone tight with need, that Tighnari at last turns his tongue against the underside of his cock, lapping him up in one long stroke. ]

[ tighnari loves him so well, so attentively, kissing affectionately over every scar, down his tight stomach, along the ridge of his hip, and all of it has cyno positively squirming. he's a man of great self-control, and so he tries his best to remain still, to let tighnari work his magic, but it's difficult when he's feeling so needy, when it's been weeks since they were last together. he's stripped down fully, his shorts pulled down his lean legs and off, the chilly night air kissing over too-hot skin.

and then tighnari is simply.. looking at him, his gaze sweeping over cyno's body. he's never put much stock into his own looks. he takes care of himself, of course, he stays fit and strong, but that's for his work, not his image. cyno's body is his weapon, it's incredibly important that he keep it sharp and well-honed, considering how much he relies on it.

.. but it's nice to look good for his partner, too. he enjoys the way tighnari looks at him, how clear it is that he likes what he sees, that he finds cyno attractive, and worthy as a mate. tighnari's eyes are full of want, and it's fully, completely distracting, engaging, flattering, and cyno finds his own gaze fixed on tighnari's face. it's an intimate moment. fleeting, but memorable.

and then tighnari is moving again, settling between his thighs, urging cyno's legs over his shoulders, and he's only all too happy to oblige. his lover's tongue is hot and slick, gliding along his tight inner thighs, and cyno's breath catches - and then he groans, low and deep, when tighnari licks luxuriously along his cock, precome drooling against his belly. sweet pleasure whites out his vision, and cyno's pupils blow wide, one hand slipping into tighnari's hair, grasping. ]

Please..

[ That single word makes him shiver. The way it's uttered, the way he pleads - how many people can say they've had the General Mahamatra beg them for anything? Nothing makes Tighnari feel more wanted, save perhaps for the eager hand in his hair, urging him onward. Tonight he has no intention to tease unnecessarily, so he is quick to answer Cyno's plea.

He curls his tongue around Cyno's length, from root to tip, tasting the thick heat of his velvety skin, before he reaches the head of his cock sucks away that bit of precome, its flavor so familiar. Once again his tongue circles around Cyno's tip, before at last Tighnari takes him deeper into his mouth, pulling him in deep and swallowing around his length as he has learned to do so well by now. At once, his mouth is full of Cyno's exquisite flavor, and Tighnari groans around him before he drags his tongue back and rocks his head in a slow, heated rhythm.

The night is quiet, the moment private, no sound around them aside from the night breeze, Cyno's labored breathing, and the wicked, wet sounds of Tighnari swallowing Cyno deep, taking him in and out of his mouth, all the way up to the tip, and back out again. One hand hooks into Cyno's hip, but the other finds his lover's free hand, weaving their fingers together, holding fast and tight.

He is here to keep him grounded, even as he sends him to the realm of the gods. ]

[ the feeling is irresistible, incredible. the curtains are drawn, the window is cracked, cyno shouldn't groan the way he does and yet he finds he cannot help himself, for how lost he is in the perfect sensation of tighnari's warm, wet mouth. he's good at this. he's so good at this. if cyno wasn't fully hard before, he certainly is now, his cock jerking against tighnari's tongue.

it's certainly working. tighnari's plan. all at once the shadows are chased from cyno's mind, he's lost in the sweet, impossible pleasure of his lover's mouth and throat, in the sinful wet noises that tighnari makes as his head bobs up and down. thoughtlessly, cyno's hips roll upward, pressing his cock further into the lovely pressure of tighnari's throat, deep into that astonishing heat, the small of his back arching away from the sheets. he'd control himself more, but they've done this enough that he knows that tighnari can take it, he knows how far he can and can't go. ]

Tighnari.. you..

[ when tighnari moans around his cock, cyno's breath catches hard, the vibration against that wicked tongue enough to send his pulse skyrocketing. tighnari's hand seeks his own, and cyno is quick to loose it from the sheets, quick to slide their fingers together, grasping, squeezing as if ne needs the anchor, because he does. he needs the ground, lest the electric crackle of his pleasure send him too high to retrieve. ]

You're.. mm, you're perfect..

[ everything about him. his warm hands. his sweet, delectable mouth. his kindness in distracting cyno the best way they know how. his hips roll again, cyno's hand in tighnari's hair tightening, pressing gently, urging him for more. ]

[ His reactions are the best thing of all, so sweet and wonderful and irresistible. It's a privilege to unravel him like this, and that they know each other as well as they do only heightens the experience. He can give Cyno exactly what he wants, and in turn, Cyno knows exactly how much to ask for, just how deep Tighnari can take him, how to thrust and roll his hips against the rhythm of his mouth while Tighnari breathes in tandem. He hardly needs to think about it, and yet Tighnari doesn't entirely give himself over to his instincts, though he knows they would carry him through. Tonight, he is treating his love extra special. He will give him everything he wants, everything he could want, and it must drive him wild, it must chase every ache away, if even for the moment.

Drawing his mouth up along Cyno's cock, Tighnari drags his tongue in an exquisite circle around the head of his cock, gathering saliva and precome and swallowing it down. His tail swishes behind him, flickering languidly as he hums yet again. ]

So are you.

[ Pulling to the side, his teeth sink into the flesh of Cyno's inner thigh, teasing and ungentle, while his free hand lifts to stroke his slicked length, slippery with Tighnari's own spit. Another bite, and then another, to the other thigh. ]

I want to suck you until the last drop. Until you're trembling and can't remember your own name, or the color of the sky.

[ Then at last, Tighnari takes him into his mouth again, his pretty, pink lips closing in a perfect circle around his tip, before swallowing him deep again, pushing even further than before, up to the hilt, his tongue pulsing against the underside of Cyno's cock like a bowed string. ]

[ tighnari has grown into such an excellent lover. together, they have learned one another's bodies perfectly, every ridge and dip and cavern, every smooth plane of muscle and rise of tight sinew. it's been wonderful. it's been a privilege. and all of their time together has culminated in this moment, in tighnari's mouth around his cock, swallowing him down with sweet perfection.

when tighnari comes up for air, cyno's eyes crack open again, his slitted pupils blown wide and black, watching, drinking in the sight of his lover. tighnari looks so good like this, his pale skin flushed warm, his lips pink and parted, swollen from their work, his wicked tongue quick as it traces the head of cyno's cock, glistening and slippery. it's like a punch of pleasure to the gut, and cyno's body tenses up, his cock twitching against tighnari's laving tongue - and then he's pulling away, which is just as good, because cyno is growing close, and he doesn't want to finish just yet. soon. not yet. not yet.

those nagging teeth sink into his thigh, and cyno groans again, the sound like gravel in his throat, his hips bucking upward, pushing his length through the slick circle of tighnari's fingers, again, again, again. another bite, the searing pain grounding him, exciting him, boiling his blood in his veins. cyno's grasp on tighnari's hair tightens, fingernails biting into the tender skin of one of his ears, dragging to the tip, rubbing it between the pads of his fingers and thumb. and then, those words.. ]

Please..

[ he murmurs, punctuated by a breathy moan when tighnari is dropping his head again, setting back to his work, the heat of his mouth passing over cyno's length, further, deeper, stealing him down into the passage of his throat until he's fully, blessedly encapsulated. cyno arches. hisses. groans. ]

Don't stop.. you're so good. You're so good. I'm close.

[ He is close, and Tighnari knows it, even through the static of pleasure in his own brain. Working Cyno up like this takes its toll on him, too, his cock painfully hard and neglected, but it's easier to ignore when Cyno needs him like this, especially when he grasps his hair and touches his ear just so. He's so very sensitive where Cyno touches him, and Cyno knows it - he'll know it in the purr that vibrates around his cock, a muffled whine as Tighnari coughs around his cock, sucking in precious air and buffeting his length, unwilling to relinquish the hold he has on his lover with his mouth.

His throat pulls hard against Cyno's cock once, twice, before Tighnari must pull back for a proper breath, but it's enough. Cyno is right at the blessed, wonderful edge, and while ordinarily Tighnari might try to edge him to draw his pleasure out, tonight is different, and this is only the beginning. He plans to treat Cyno to a night full of this. Why not let him come now, and again and again to ease the burden weighing on his tender heart?

In the long run, it won't heal his hurts, no. It won't replace what is lost. But pleasure and distraction are what he needs right now, to tend to his wounds and clear the infection.

His swollen lips drag along the side of Cyno's length, and then the other side, as he trembles and shudders. He's done well, he thinks. ]

Let it go, my love. Come for me.

[ His lips close over the head of his cock again, ready for his lover to spill into his mouth, to taste his come upon his lips. The tip of his tongue flickers over his slit, as though Cyno needs any further encouragement.

At this point, he doubts Cyno could stop himself, even if he wanted to. ]

[ there can be no stopping it. no pulling back. it's been months since last they touched, and though he's been distracted with work, cyno nevertheless has yearned for his lover, ached for him with every bone in his body. gods, he has missed him.

cyno doesn't hold back. there's no need. he allows the pleasure to crest naturally, allows himself to feel it, to drown in it completely, fully. with a soft, throaty cry cyno hits his peak, his back arching away from the covers, his dark skin dewy with sweat, his abdomen tensing up tight - he comes, spilling hard against his lover's lips, and into his mouth, ropes of sticky come spurting against the roof of his mouth, coating tighnari's tongue in his mess. with his eyes squeezed shut again, cyno can lose himself in the irresistible sensation, and on each sharp exhale rides a gutterul moan, his pulse skyrocketing.

he's grasping the blankets, and tighnari's hair, so tightly that his knuckles go pale, stars exploding behind his eyelids, his body hot from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. ]

Tighnari.. 'Nari..

[ he breathes the name like a prayer to the gods, his thumb pressing to the delicate pink flesh of tighnari's inner ear, his thighs trembling with tension, the last of his seed dribbling against tighnari's lower lip. his eyelids flicker, lifting just enough for him to catch the lovely, delectable image of tighnari debauched, his face flushed and his lips slick with come. ]

[ It's so perfect, it's always so perfect, watching his love come undone like this, and feeling it, too - it doesn't matter if it's inside his body or inside his mouth or anywhere else, the feeling of Cyno coming is irresistible, deeply satisfying in a primal way, and it alone is nearly enough to send Tighnari over the edge.

But he can't - not yet, anyway, not when he has Cyno to tend to, to milk every bit of pleasure out of his cock that he can. Cyno's lips and tongue remain tightly puckered around Cyno's tip, and he makes good on his promise, swallowing up each thick rope of come as Cyno releases it, the taste and texture so familiar, so filthy, so good. Tighnari never would have thought he would have enjoyed this before Cyno, but there's something so deeply satisfying about unraveling his partner and then cleaning up the mess, with only his mouth. It's all very empowering, and tidy.

Tighnari remains attentive until every last drop is spilt, only then drawing back to lave at Cyno's tip with his messy tongue, seed and saliva both trailing in strands between his mouth and Cyno's cock. Tighnari breaths hot against Cyno's skin, licking his lips and leaning his brow to the crease between his lover's thigh and hip. He presses a wet, filthy kiss there. ]

You taste better than ever.

[ And Tighnari can never get enough of him. ]

[ tighnari is picture perfect as he swallows down cyno's come, licking his filthy lips like the cat who got the cream, after sucking cyno's cock like he was being paid for it. he's perfect in every way. every time they come together, every time he even thinks about tighnari, cyno remembers how lucky he is to have him, as a friend, a confidante, a lover, a partner..

dropping his hand from tighnari's hair, he drags his thumb along his lover's lower lip, swollen from his work, gliding it town through the trails of saliva on his chin. ]

That was good..

[ an understatement. a vast understatement. tighnari knows what he's doing. his breath gusts hot against cyno's hip, and he exhales in a shivering sigh, his entire body falling slack. the dregs of his pleasure continue to lap at his too-hot skin as cyno comes down, licking at him like little tongues of flame, curling in his belly, tingling in his groin. his fingers slip beneath tighnari's chin, lifting his face so cyno can look at him properly. ]

Come here.

[ Though his own cock still aches, Tighnari finds satisfaction in the moment as well, in making his partner come so intensely, and that's enough to keep him from needing to address his own fervor for the moment. When Cyno prompts him to, lifting his face in his hand, Tighnari rises and crawls over his lover's body, sliding against him, hands dragging along warm, bare skin. ]

As you wish.

[ At last, he is near enough to kiss Cyno's mouth again, and he does so, slick and filthy as his mouth his. Cyno will taste himself in his lover's mouth, but it's hardly anything new for either of them.

While Tighnari kisses him, his free hand drops to his cock, to gently pull his fingers in a delicate circle around his cock. He needs just a little stimulation, just a little pleasure, to keep himself together. ]

[ tighnari climbs up his body, and the moment he's able to cyno gathers him into his arms, pulling their bodies tightly together as tighnari's mouth seeks his own. cyno murmurs against those lips, exhaling a low, rumbling groan into his lover's mouth, lips parting, tongues curling together, sweeping the roof of tighnari's mouth.

he tastes good, like familiar rainwater, and the acrid flavor of cyno's cock and come, salty and bitter. his hands grasp, pulling down tighnari's back, cupping his ass and squeezing, pulling their hips together, rolling his body upward. ]

Let me.

[ tighnari might want to spoil him, but cyno can't help but want to touch him himself. snaking a hand between their bodies, his fingers weave through tighnari's own around his cock, squeezing, pulling him in long, slow strokes, feeling the slippery heat of his precome smearing between their bellies. ]

I love you..

[ with his entire heart. with his entire being. taj may have left an empty space in cyno's heart, but tighnari's love and attentions expand to fill the gap until all cyno can feel is the warmth of his affections, perfect and lovely. tighnari's presence alone is a healing balm that soothes his aches and burns, that softens all of his hard, sharp edges, sanding him down to something more palatable, less animal and more human. ]

[ Much as he might want to spoil Cyno, Tighnari cannot deny him anything, so when he reaches for his cock between their met bodies, Tighnari's own hand slips away, flitting up and sinking into Cyno's thick mane of hair. Yes, this will do...it's spoiling Cyno in a different way, really, to let him drag the pleasure of him like this, and both of them get what they want.

Leaning his head into the crook of Cyno's neck, Tighnari groans, rolling his hips against Cyno's touch. He's always such a sweet, attentive lover, his touch just as strong and intense as it needs to be, never too much, never too little. Cyno may feel it a privilege to be loved by Tighnari, but the reverse is true as well. ]

I love you, too.

[ He murmurs like a prayer to Cyno's skin, his breath hitching as his lover's fingers draw precome out of him, dribbling down his rough-worn fingers. ]

More than anything.

[ tighnari stretches over him luxuriously, lounging down against him like a lazy cat, and cyno loves the closeness, the nearness. his free arm scoops back behind his lover's back, settling against the dip, slim fingers splaying over tighnari's smooth, soft skin. the constellation of calluses on his open palm catch against plush fur as he sweeps his hand down the base of his partner's tail, strong fingers dipping deep into his fur.

meanwhile, between their bodies his opposite hand moves, fingers curled around the shaft of tighnari's cock, feeling the weight of him, appreciating his heat, his fullness. he has such a pretty cock, smooth and velvety soft, and the feel of it alone in cyno's hand is exciting, beautiful, perfect. he falls into an easy rhythm, squeezing on the upstroke, loosening on the down, his thumb pressing through the slit, gathering slick pre to lubricate his strokes. he knows just what tighnari likes, just how he likes to be touched, and cyno bends his very will to the single purpose of pleasuring his partner.

with tighnari's head settled against the dip of his shoulder their bodies are perfectly molded together, sliding and shifting as tighnari moves above him, rolling his hips down, pressing into the circle of cyno's fingers, seeking his own pleasure. turning his head, he breathes hot against one of tighnari's ears, whispering. ]

You're beautiful.

[ he purrs, his voice like molten stone as it rolls, his lips pressed to the soft pink skin of the inside of tighnari's ear, where cyno knows he is sensitive. between them, his hand moves faster, gripping more tightly, urging him. ]

Come for me. I want to feel you spill between my fingers.

[ He was already getting close before, but now...it doesn't take much at all to push him towards the edge, especially with how well Cyno knows him. He knows just how he likes to be touched, just how to make him whimper in need, as he does now, turn on by Cyno's voice and lips as much as he is by his touch. Gods, but he's good, wonderfully attentive, sweet and focused and patient, and soon enough Tighnari's hips are stuttering in their thrusts, his cock twitching and his breath catching.

How could Tighnari deny him something like that?

So he lets himself rise to that edge and fall over it, easily urged by Cyno's slick fingers, as he comes with a sharp cry, hips pushing into Cyno's touch as his seed spills out of him, hot and thick, between their bellies. White-hot pleasure grips him from head to toe, his body tingling, narrowing, focusing, until all there is is Cyno's fingers and his cock, pushing for more, until there is nothing left to give.

Their bellies slick and filthy, Tighnari settles down more fully against Cyno with a groan, breathing hard, nuzzling up into his hair and inhaling the scent of his sweat and skin. ]

Mmm...Cyno...

[ tighnari is as lovely as ever as he comes apart, his hips beating a staccato rhythm as cyno strokes him deeper, faster, tightening his grip. that tighnari could have gotten so close just from sucking his cock, just from pleasuring him, is a sweet, wonderful offering of flattery that warms cyno deep in his bones. he's so lucky. he's so, so lucky.

wet heat bursts between their bodies, tighnari's come thick and sticky against his skin, but even still, cyno continues to stroke him, milking every last drop, squeezing, pressing, pumping until he's overstimulated and squirming.

then and only then does he relent, the both of them falling slack together, boneless and satiated, slick with sweat and fluid. cyno drags his fingers between their bodies, through the mess tighnari left behind, lifting them to his mouth to taste the bitter salt of his seed, familiar on his tongue. it's filthy. they're filthy. only for tighnari can he be this man. ]

Feel good?

[ he asks, full well knowing the answer but wanting to hear it nonetheless, to hear it in tighnari's voice gone thin and raw with want and satisfaction. his arms close around his lover's middle, strong and secure, pulling their bodies tightly together. ]

[ And only for Cyno can Tighnari be this man. He wouldn't have it any other way. What they have is perfect, and though he isn't one to believe in fate or destiny, if he ever thought he had a soulmate, he has no doubt in this world that it is the man with him right now. There's just something about the way they fit together, perfectly complementing one another. He could never love another like this; he's certain of that.

Still whimpering around thin groans in his throat, Tighnari shivers beneath Cyno's arms, his fingers lifting to curl against his lover's chest, his eyes closing to better appreciate the sensation of it all. ]

Great. Never better.

[ Lifting his jaw, he nuzzles to Cyno's cheek, smiling softly while his breath slows, his heart beginning to rest once more. ]

I love you.

[ They've said it multiple times already tonight, but it bears repeating. Again and again. ]

[ tighnari sounds so good when he's pleasured, all soft whines and groans that ring in cyno's ears and make his blood sing with the knowledge that he's done this, that tighnari's pleasure is all for him, brought on by his hands and body and mouth. it activates his possessiveness, makes him want to hold tighnari even more tightly, to keep him close. cyno doesn't like to consider himself the jealous type, but.. he can't help but be a little possessive.

he can feel tighnari's smile against his jaw when he nuzzles close, and cyno makes a gentle, pleased noise like a purr in his chest. ]

I love you, too.

[ he can never say it too much. he can never hear it too much. especially now, when his heart is heavy and aching with loss, tighnari's sweet words are a soothing salve. turning his head, cyno captures tighnari's lips with his own, kissing him softly, but deeply, his tongue tracing the shape of his lover's lower lip, dipping inside where he belongs, tasting the lingering flavor of his own come on tighnari's tongue. ]

Thank you for coming all the way out here.

[ he murmurs, right against his lips, unwilling to break the kiss even to speak. cyno feels lazy and boneless, more at ease than he's been in a long time, since the last time he and tighnari were together. ]

[ There's truly nothing more satisfying or serene than lying in Cyno's arms, close to him in a way he is close to no one else, kissing him deeply after making love, tasting come in their mouths. It may have been Cyno who called him here, but Tighnari needed this, too. He always does. Cyno's love and support brings much-needed stability to his life, and it especially goes a long way right now, while so much is in upheaval. With any luck, Cyno won't have to remain exiled for long, but while he does, Tighnari will treasure these moments, few and far between though they might be. They will carry him through the wilderness, literally and metaphorically.

His response comes the same way Cyno's words had, against his lovers tongue, muffled by his lips. ]

Of course. Any time you need me, just call, and I will answer.

[ He knows Cyno would do the same for him.

He breathes in Cyno's air, his fingers lifting to lace behind his neck, through his mane of thick, wild hair. ]

Are you feeling better now, my love?

[ he's right. if tighnari called for him, cyno would answer in an instant. nothing could ever be more important, not even his work. ]

Mm, I do.

[ the sex was mindblowing, as always, and it did well to distract him, and flood his brain with all of those lovely chemicals, but it's tighnari's closeness that had helped the most. the nearness of a dear friend and lover, right by his side. he couldn't ask for more, especially when they are both in such dire need of it.

cyno rumbles gently at the feel of those fingers in his hair, his eyes flicking momentarily closed as he soaks in the feel of it, the feel of the entire moment. tighnari's warm weight over him, the sharp scent of sex and sand in the air, the sound of his lover's breathing, and sweet words.. all of it soothes his battered heart.

at last cyno shifts, turning onto his side, but keeping tighnari close with an arm around his middle, cyno's eyes settling onto his face. reaching, cyno brushes the hair from tighnari's beautiful eyes. ]

Tell me about your work. And Collei. How is she?

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