loss;

[cashewlater]

[ 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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[cashewlater]

[ 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. ]

[rangear]

[ 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. ]

[cashewlater]

[ 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. ]

[rangear]

[ 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?

[cashewlater]

[ 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?