[While Cyno undresses, swift as he is about it, Tighnari is tense and fidgety and doing his best to not get in the way. Every inch of skin that is revealed to his heated gaze is another inch that he wants to leave his mark on and by the time the other man is bare beneath him he's all but burning with it.
But he isn't idle in the meantime. His own clothing feels annoyingly restrictive and thankfully he isn't wearing too much of it, so his shirt and pants come off along with his underwear. There's even the faint sound of a seam tearing, utterly ignored when all of his attention falls back to the other man.
Warmth rolls off him in waves, his ears pinned back and tail lifted high as he hikes Cyno's legs up around his waist. The tip of his cock slides against the inside of his lover's thigh and he hisses softly with the contact, sharp teeth faintly bared as his jaw tenses. His mind feels hazy, fuzzy, barely able to focus on anything but this as his fingernails dig deep crescents into dark-skinned hips.
He manages to pull himself together enough to grab the bottle of oil they use and his breathing comes shorter as he slides two fingertips against the other man's entrance. One presses in to slick the passage, quickly followed by a second.
Tighnari had warned him he might hurt him. He can only hope that it isn't too much.]
[ tighnari's gaze bores into him, hot and piercing, and there is little enough that can cow a man like cyno, but that look is quite intense. he does not shrink from it, no, but he certainly feels its weight - tighnari watches him like a slavering predator ready to devour him whole.
soon enough they're entirely bare, all hot skin sliding against hot skin, their clothing a rumpled mess on the floor, ignored, forgotten. tighnari is already so hard, cyno can feel the hot press of his cock to the inside of his thigh, the warmth and shape of it stirring a heat deep in cyno's gut that rolls and roils, pulling his insides tight. when tighnari tugs his thighs up against his waist, cyno feels a spike of anticipation drive into his abdomen, his own cock twitching, stiffening between them.
and then tighnari is moving again, slicking his slim fingers, gliding one into cyno's body, then a second - he tenses, hissing through his teeth, but it's nothing that cyno can't handle. there's a sting as those fingers intrude, stretching him open, and he grunts low in his throat, spreading his thighs a little wider, his hips lifting to meet the press of tighnari's questing fingers. he's prepared, ready for his partner's roughness, and cyno soon closes his eyes and breathes, coaxing his body to relax around the sudden stretch of tighnari's knuckles.
they're moving so fast, but cyno is high on the ferocity of it, the heat and desperate need. dropping his head back against the pillow, he rasps: ]
He warned Cyno that the other man would have to knock him out to make him stop and that warning was not given lightly. The usual measured way in which Tighnari goes about most things is completely gone in the face of Cyno so willingly giving himself to him. It's like he barely notices the wince as his fingers press deep and scissor the other man open for him.
Tighnari's tail lashes from side to side, still lifted high from his ass in another display of his level of arousal. He noses along the line of Cyno's jaw, breathing him in deeply as his fingers move, then nips sharply against his pulse.
There's another nip, another bite, a trail of little red marks down the line of Cyno's throat. At the curve of muscle between his neck and shoulder Tighnari bites down as he pushes a third digit in beside the first two. His lover feels so tight around his fingers that it has him letting out a needy whine against Cyno's skin, pressing them deep as if it might give some relief to his aching cock.
His sharp canines prick through the other man's skin and the scent of blood hits him almost immediately. Tighnari growls and runs his tongue over one of the pinprick wounds.
.. it's terrifying. it's strange. it's wonderful. cyno keeps control of his life with an iron fist, but right now he's dropping that heavy weight from his shoulders, allowing himself to be molded to tighnari's whims, to submit in a way he never has before. what a thrill it is, to allow this, to lie back while tighnari fucks into him with his fingers.
a third finger presses into him, slick and hot, and cyno groans against the pleasure-pain as his body stretches, that prickling sting burning, pulling, sinking, but he's grounded by the prick of tighnari's fangs into his skin. the coppery scent of blood fills the air, mingled with sweat, both of them familiar scents to cyno, and that growl against his skin has goosebumps rising on his forearms.
both of cyno's hands splay against tighnari's back, rough palms catching on soft skin, one hand snagging tighnari's tail at the base, long fingers sinking into dense, impossibly soft fur. ]
[Oh, but he's only lucky that Tighnari has the presence of mind to attempt to prepare him at all. The way he has so quickly stuffed the man full with his fingers makes it almost perfunctory but he has not heard a word of complaint against the sting.
Fingers dig into the fur of his tail and he moans softly, his back dipping and his chest pressing down to the man pinned under him. Tighnari's tail arches upwards, the tip almost brushing against the back of his head, and were Cyno the one on top he would clearly see that his lover was all but presenting himself with the motion.
He mumbles something into Cyno's neck, a muttered curse growled in the back of his throat, and his fingers slowly move to stretch his lover's rim. The resistance against the pull of the digits is almost entirely ignored. Tighnari's breathing is short, eager panting as he sits up and pours more oil over his fingers, pushing them in as deep as they'll go and watching hungrily as he fills Cyno's hole that way.
He looks almost lost to it, but he presses a kiss to one tan knee and looks up to meet Cyno's eyes while he slicks his insides with each messy thrust of his hand. He's almost trembling with anticipation.]
[ the added oil helps a great deal, making the way slippery and wet as tighnari's fingers delve into him almost brutally, filling him deep, the pads of his fingers brushing that sweet, tender lump inside of him that makes cyno groan, his eyes squeezing shut, his back arching away from the bed as sweet pleasure washes over his body.
and through it, he distantly registers just how beautiful tighnari looks with his tail lifted high and his body tipped forward, his glassy eyes fixed on cyno's face. the hand not buried in thick fur skates along tighnari's back, and over his side when he sits up again. his skin feels hot as hellfire, and so perfectly soft.
cyno's face is burning, waves of heat rolling in his groin, his neglected cock flushed and hard against his belly, precum drooling, streaking the tight skin over his tensed abdomen. swallowing thickly, cyno rocks his hips, his lips parted around each low, rough breath, his body bearing down onto the merciless press of his lover's reaching fingers. ]
Fuck me -
[ he whispers harshly, his hand at the base of tighnari's tail squeezing, tugging. ]
[Cyno looks gorgeous like this and Tighnari looks ready to devour him. He isn't even aiming for his prostate but as soon as he hits it he knows and his ears prick up immediately at the sound the touch provokes. Being begged for like that is simultaneously a balm on the heat burning through his body and something that stokes it viciously higher, and Tighnari gasps quietly as he gives an urgent nod and pulls his fingers free with a wet pop.
He presses his lover's thighs up, both hands sliding behind his knees, until they're almost touching his chest. There's one thing here he hadn't warned Cyno about - he hadn't thought about it - but as the thick, swollen head of his cock presses against the man's slick entrance and forces its way past any initial resistance, it would become abundantly clear.
Tighnari rocks his hips to press deeper, filling Cyno up and bringing their hips flush within only a few thrusts. It's so tight, so good, so different to any other time he has been through this since reaching sexual maturity. Every other time has been something he dealt with alone, somewhere in the middle of the forest away from anyone, and now...
As he draws his hips back he feels the hot pressure on every nerve, almost too much to take.]
Cyno-- [His lips meet the other man's in a heated kiss, as rough and demanding as anything else that has happened between them so far. It's hard to stay coordinated. He just wants everything.]
[ there's a moment of relief when tighnari's fingers withdraw, but mostly cyno feels terribly bereft, empty where he had been full, his body clenching on nothingness.
at least, until tighnari is shoving his thighs up, bending cyno near in half as he presses in close, the tip of his cock pushing to cyno's tender rim, full of promise. cyno's gaze flicks up to tighnari's face, but there's no hesitation - tighnari is soon pushing right past that tense ring of muscle and gliding into him, forcing his way inside, relentless, imperious. cyno gasps, the sound tight and pained and satisfied all at once. tighnari's cock is far thicker than his slim fingers had been, but it's also much smoother, silky and slick, sinking into him with wonderful ease.
cyno's body snaps tight around him, squeezing around his cock, his thighs pressing hard to his lover's ribs as he shifts against the bedding, heat flooding just beneath his skin, dyeing his cheeks and neck a vibrant pink. tighnari surges in for a kiss, and cyno receives him gladly, his strong arms winding around his shoulders, one hand diving into his dark, silky hair, holding tightly, tugging at the roots.
gods, it's intense. cyno can handle it, he can handle far worse, but the sensation is still near overwhelming - being filled so tightly, stuffed to the brim, stretched around tighnari's cock like a grasping fist. he licks into tighnari's mouth, his hips arching higher, one heel hooking against the small of his back, pressing hard into the dip of his spine. ]
You feel.. [ he murmurs, harsh against tighnari's lips, but the rest of his sentence is swallowed in a low, guttural moan. ]
[In the back of his mind he knows it has to hurt. Everything had been too fast, and this isn't really the way he would have wanted this to go... but everything else is heat and burning, feral desire and a need to have the man utterly ruined beneath him. It's loud enough to drown out the one part of his mind that still has any sense and as the moan Cyno lets out washes through him from head to foot he begins rolling his hips at a sharp, almost brutal pace.
It's enough to shove Cyno up the bed, inch by inch, until Tighnari frees one of his arms from beneath the other man's thigh and grips the side of his hair instead, pulling him into another bruising, possessive kiss that he growls into.
He pants harshly, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses his forehead to his lover's and grits his teeth, tension running along the line of his jaw. It's-- good, it's so good, tight and hot, and he drinks up every single sound that Cyno makes in response to the relentless pounding.]
I'm-- haah... ah... [His grip on Cyno's hair tightens, his fingernails dig cruelly into his hip, and he manages to find just the right angle to hit the sensitive nerves inside the other man's body.
Tighnari won't last long. But that's only to be expected.]
[ it does hurt. he was stretched too quickly, too roughly, and tighnari hasn't taken his time fucking him, either - but cyno's pain resistance is quite impressive, and besides, he knew what he was getting into when he agreed to this, when he felt tighnari's grasping hands, and the ferocity of his kiss.
perhaps it's a base, instinctual part of him, but cyno.. doesn't dislike this. there's something incredibly, impossibly alluring about the way tighnari fucks into him relentlessly, in the way he kisses him roughly, fiercely, cyno swallowing every harsh growl. he likes it. he loves it. generally speaking, cyno is used to being in charge - both as a matra, and as a person. he's sharp and decisive, fearless and forward, it's easy for him to take the lead in life without issue.
but right now, he's giving that up, he's offering himself to tighnari completely and fully, without complaint and without restraint. it feels so.. freeing, so incredibly, intensely satisfying to let the reins go slack in his hands, to allow tighnari to take him, use him, however he wants, however he needs. that alone is enough to be pleasurable for him, beyond the sting and burn and stretch of his body being pounded into. but then tighnari switches up the angle, his cock now rubbing hard into cyno's prostate, and the way he groans makes his pleasure evident, his body tightening up, goosebumps sweeping down his forearms. ]
There - right.. right there - ah..
[ pressing himself back into the mattress, cyno arches, snapping his hips rhythmically upward, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his dark skin, one hand working its way between their bodies so he can stroke himself, squeezing his aching, neglected cock. ]
It's okay - [ he breathes, in a voice gone rough and ragged. ] - come for me.
['It's okay', Cyno says, and Tighnari feels the last shreds of doubt about this situation melt away. He moans against his lover's lips and grinds into his body in deep, sharp thrusts, the desperation in his movements only made all the keener by the way Cyno tightens around him.
It has to hurt-- it has to. Doesn't it hurt? It almost hurts him to even move, with the drag of the tight inner walls against his cock, but he had warned Cyno that he wouldn't be able to stop once he started and he can't-- He can't.
His moans grow louder, spilling into breathless cries of his mounting pleasure, and he wraps his arms around Cyno's neck to bury his head against his lover's shoulder as he climaxes. He clings tightly while his hips jerk in helpless motion, digging his fingernails into whatever skin he can reach and scrambling his knees against the bed as his body's instincts urge him to press in as deeply as he can possibly go as tight pressure bears down around the base of his cock.
And, gods... the relief of it is almost tangible.]
Ah-- nnnh... nn... sorry, I'm...
[Maybe it's hard to know what he means at first, but the stretch around his length at Cyno's rim doesn't ease. His hips twitch and he mumbles out a muted moan, his next breath drawing in on a shudder.
[ cyno is an honest man, and if asked, he would admit to the pain, the burning stretch and sharp sting with every hard snap of tighnari's hips. it's almost too much, likely would be too much for someone less tolerant than cyno, but his will is iron, fierce and formidable, and there is enough pleasure and excitement that cyno can focus on that over the discomfort. he zeroes in on the aching satisfaction of being filled up too full, and on the hard, merciless grind of tignari's cock against his prostate, forcing pleasure almost violently. he focuses on tighnari's pleasure, on how incredible he looks and sounds and feels right now, like nothing cyno has ever seen before.
gods, it's intense, it's so intense, and that intensity only grows with each movement, the pressure increasing as tighnari's knot swells, until at last he feels the hot, sticky spill of his lover's climax - and if he thought he felt full before, well, it was nothing in comparison with this. cyno cries out, squirming, his hips snapping, fucking himself on tignari's cock, his teeth bared in a snarl as he pulls his own prick almost brutally.
cyno's orgasm is almost painful, a little forced, but incredibly, deeply satisfying. he spills in slippery ropes against his knuckles and belly, his body clenching up so tightly as he arches, sucking in a breath, his mouth slack in a silent cry. cyno's breath is held for a moment, two, three, before he releases it in a rush, and on it rides a roughened groan. he aches all over, dewy with sweat that sticks his pale hair to his neck, and he drops down onto the damp sheets with a sharp exhale, eyes closed, panting hard. ]
N-Nari.. [ he murmurs, his voice like gravel, his free hand clutching tighnari's upper arm. they've both come, but the pressure has not yet abated. ] It's.. mm, it's fine.. you're fine..
[He's barely present for the climax, swept up in everything as he is, but he has the presence of mind to not attempt to forcibly remove himself from Cyno's body. Not that he wants to, when every instinct tells him to stay put. Tighnari pants heavily in sharp, open-mouthed gasps as he scrapes his teeth against the curve of Cyno's neck and nibbles lightly at the flutter of his pulse.
Slowly, slowly, his world rights itself and his mind comes back to him. He's suddenly aware of the state of himself, of how he's stuck, and-- and...]
Oh, gods. [He whines into Cyno's shoulder and presses his head there, one of his long ears flicking across the other man's face in a way that could leave no doubt that Tighnari is regaining his senses. Breathing his lover's scent in deep he nuzzles into one of the marks he made on his skin, then props himself up on one elbow and looks down into Cyno's eyes.
His breathing is still a little unsteady, and that itch is still crawling under his skin, but the ravenous creature behind it has been sated for now.]
[ that flick of tighnari's ear against his face is enough to bring him back to the moment, enough to make him exhale a thin, soft laugh barely distinguishable from a breath. tighnari is embarrassed, but cyno is too busy rolling in the aftershocks of his orgasm to worry too much about it.
his arms close around tighnari's middle, one hand smoothing over his back. ]
I'm fine.
[ though with the endorphins slowly draining away, he's feeling the discomfort and pain a little more closely now. cyno grunts, shifting against the sheets, tighnari's knot tugging at his rim, his thighs spilling open, lazy and slack. the hand not on tighnari's back lifts to his head, long fingers running through his dark, silky, tousled hair. ]
I can take anything you can throw at me. But is this.. um. Normal?
[Immediately, Tighnari makes a face. His lips press together and turn down slightly at the corners for a moment, and he can't quite maintain eye contact with the other man. He has to be so, so careful, every time he tries to move, all too aware of that tight pressure around the base of his cock and the thick swell keeping him locked in place.]
Hmph... [His ears stay pinned back against his hair, his tail limp and lax behind him.] I'm still--
[Ehhhhhhhhh... it's embarrassing.]
I'm still young. These instincts are perfectly natural... but I've never had a--... a mate before. When it happened.
[ those he knew about. those he expected. and honestly, he finds it all.. kind of hot?? even if he doesn't necessarily want to say as much. but for all he read up on tighnari's people, he certainly didn't delve into.. err, their anatomical differences. ]
I meant - you're.. you're stuck.
[ those puffed cheeks, though, they're so cute that cyno can't help but smile, and he runs the callused pad of his thumb along tighnari's cheek. ]
I'm not embarrassed with you it's just... embarrassing.
[The last few words come out as a mumble as he averts his eyes again but he doesn't look displeased despite the rush of colour that flushes across his cheeks and down to the dip of his throat.
It's natural and normal, yes... but that doesn't mean it isn't embarrassing as well. At least it happened with Cyno, and not somebody else.
As for the other thing...]
I know I'm... stuck.
[Gods.]
It's a biological response to having intercourse that only happens when I'm in heat. [There. He said it. Out loud.] ... Just bear with it... it'll be over in a few minutes. [He presses a few kisses to Cyno's face.]
[ he likes everything, with tighnari - everything so far, at least. cyno is a tolerant man. but he chuckles low in his throat, so soft and warm and intensely, painfully fond, his palm at tignari's cheek, cupping his face, pulling him in for a kiss. he knows full well that it won't be long before his lover is needy again, but for now he can bask in their afterglow, in the scent of sweat and sex, in the taste of tighnari's mouth. cyno hums, smoothing his fingers along the back of one of tighnari's ears, rubbing gently where hair meets soft, downy fur. ]
Do you feel better?
[ after a fuck like that, he certainly hopes so, no matter how much tighnari's instincts may be snapping at his heels not long from now. hopefully he's at least eased some of the pressure. exhaling through his nose, cyno falls back against the pillow, still flushed, his eyes glassy. gods, he feels raw, scoured. ]
[The hum of agreement is almost a purr, warm and soft, and as seconds tick by and he simply leans his head into Cyno's hand the pressure he can feel around the base of his cock gradually eases off. After a couple of minutes it's enough that he can ease himself free of his lover's body with a soft, bitten-back hiss and a quiet groan, then he flops down onto his side and drapes his arm over Cyno's chest.]
I should be... mostly fine, now. For half a day or so at least.
[Admittedly that doesn't give the other man much time to recover, but he is grateful for this. The understanding, more than anything.]
[ when tighnari finally pulls out, cyno grunts and tenses, schooling his expression so as not to wince, but he's absolutely quite sore, and as much as he misses the heat and pressure of being filled, it also comes with a flood of relief. he's a mess..
tighnari settles beside him, keeping close, and cyno snakes one arm behind him to pull him closer still, until tighnari is nestled comfortable against his side. with a low, satisfied hum, cyno nudges at his dark hair, breathing in the musky fur scent at the base of one ear, his free hand resting lightly atop tighnari's wrist over his chest. sex is great and all, but sometimes cyno thinks that he likes this even more - the afterglow, coming down together, the post-coital cuddling. ]
You don't have anything to make up to me.
[ this had been his choice, after all. cyno presses a kiss to tighnari's brow, and exhales hard. ]
[Now that everything is settling down he can feel the tiredness setting in. The sex had been mind-blowing, but that level of brutal dominance isn't really something he enjoys seeing in himself and he can only be grateful that Cyno accepts it so readily as just another facet of him. At least, after another day or so, it should be over.
So he snuggles in, nuzzles up against his lover's neck, and puffs out a sigh against his warm skin.]
[ cyno isn't really used to being spoiled, and it's his first instinct to say it's fine, we can do whatever you like, but.. he knows what tighnari is asking, that he wants to show cyno some tender care after such rough, mindless sex. ]
Mm..
[ he hums, low and soft, pressing into tighnari's hair, nudging his nose against one of his soft, furry ears. ]
[ pressing his palms to the bed, cyno attempts to push himself up - with a wince, and a hiss through his teeth. ah. yeah. he's.. he's sure really sore. he glances down toward tighnari with a withering look, and a wry smile. ]
You really.. outdid yourself.
[ but he won't be stopped!! carefully, cyno swings his legs over the edge of the bed. ]
Cy-- [Huff! He's not going to be stopped, so Tighnari can at least help him. He slides off the bed and gets to his feet, tail waving idly behind him, and offers the other man his hand.]
Lean on me, all right? I think I've caused enough damage, I'd like to get you to the bathroom in one piece.
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But he isn't idle in the meantime. His own clothing feels annoyingly restrictive and thankfully he isn't wearing too much of it, so his shirt and pants come off along with his underwear. There's even the faint sound of a seam tearing, utterly ignored when all of his attention falls back to the other man.
Warmth rolls off him in waves, his ears pinned back and tail lifted high as he hikes Cyno's legs up around his waist. The tip of his cock slides against the inside of his lover's thigh and he hisses softly with the contact, sharp teeth faintly bared as his jaw tenses. His mind feels hazy, fuzzy, barely able to focus on anything but this as his fingernails dig deep crescents into dark-skinned hips.
He manages to pull himself together enough to grab the bottle of oil they use and his breathing comes shorter as he slides two fingertips against the other man's entrance. One presses in to slick the passage, quickly followed by a second.
Tighnari had warned him he might hurt him. He can only hope that it isn't too much.]
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soon enough they're entirely bare, all hot skin sliding against hot skin, their clothing a rumpled mess on the floor, ignored, forgotten. tighnari is already so hard, cyno can feel the hot press of his cock to the inside of his thigh, the warmth and shape of it stirring a heat deep in cyno's gut that rolls and roils, pulling his insides tight. when tighnari tugs his thighs up against his waist, cyno feels a spike of anticipation drive into his abdomen, his own cock twitching, stiffening between them.
and then tighnari is moving again, slicking his slim fingers, gliding one into cyno's body, then a second - he tenses, hissing through his teeth, but it's nothing that cyno can't handle. there's a sting as those fingers intrude, stretching him open, and he grunts low in his throat, spreading his thighs a little wider, his hips lifting to meet the press of tighnari's questing fingers. he's prepared, ready for his partner's roughness, and cyno soon closes his eyes and breathes, coaxing his body to relax around the sudden stretch of tighnari's knuckles.
they're moving so fast, but cyno is high on the ferocity of it, the heat and desperate need. dropping his head back against the pillow, he rasps: ]
Don't stop.
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[I can't.
He warned Cyno that the other man would have to knock him out to make him stop and that warning was not given lightly. The usual measured way in which Tighnari goes about most things is completely gone in the face of Cyno so willingly giving himself to him. It's like he barely notices the wince as his fingers press deep and scissor the other man open for him.
Tighnari's tail lashes from side to side, still lifted high from his ass in another display of his level of arousal. He noses along the line of Cyno's jaw, breathing him in deeply as his fingers move, then nips sharply against his pulse.
There's another nip, another bite, a trail of little red marks down the line of Cyno's throat. At the curve of muscle between his neck and shoulder Tighnari bites down as he pushes a third digit in beside the first two. His lover feels so tight around his fingers that it has him letting out a needy whine against Cyno's skin, pressing them deep as if it might give some relief to his aching cock.
His sharp canines prick through the other man's skin and the scent of blood hits him almost immediately. Tighnari growls and runs his tongue over one of the pinprick wounds.
His.]
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.. it's terrifying. it's strange. it's wonderful. cyno keeps control of his life with an iron fist, but right now he's dropping that heavy weight from his shoulders, allowing himself to be molded to tighnari's whims, to submit in a way he never has before. what a thrill it is, to allow this, to lie back while tighnari fucks into him with his fingers.
a third finger presses into him, slick and hot, and cyno groans against the pleasure-pain as his body stretches, that prickling sting burning, pulling, sinking, but he's grounded by the prick of tighnari's fangs into his skin. the coppery scent of blood fills the air, mingled with sweat, both of them familiar scents to cyno, and that growl against his skin has goosebumps rising on his forearms.
both of cyno's hands splay against tighnari's back, rough palms catching on soft skin, one hand snagging tighnari's tail at the base, long fingers sinking into dense, impossibly soft fur. ]
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Fingers dig into the fur of his tail and he moans softly, his back dipping and his chest pressing down to the man pinned under him. Tighnari's tail arches upwards, the tip almost brushing against the back of his head, and were Cyno the one on top he would clearly see that his lover was all but presenting himself with the motion.
He mumbles something into Cyno's neck, a muttered curse growled in the back of his throat, and his fingers slowly move to stretch his lover's rim. The resistance against the pull of the digits is almost entirely ignored. Tighnari's breathing is short, eager panting as he sits up and pours more oil over his fingers, pushing them in as deep as they'll go and watching hungrily as he fills Cyno's hole that way.
He looks almost lost to it, but he presses a kiss to one tan knee and looks up to meet Cyno's eyes while he slicks his insides with each messy thrust of his hand. He's almost trembling with anticipation.]
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and through it, he distantly registers just how beautiful tighnari looks with his tail lifted high and his body tipped forward, his glassy eyes fixed on cyno's face. the hand not buried in thick fur skates along tighnari's back, and over his side when he sits up again. his skin feels hot as hellfire, and so perfectly soft.
cyno's face is burning, waves of heat rolling in his groin, his neglected cock flushed and hard against his belly, precum drooling, streaking the tight skin over his tensed abdomen. swallowing thickly, cyno rocks his hips, his lips parted around each low, rough breath, his body bearing down onto the merciless press of his lover's reaching fingers. ]
Fuck me -
[ he whispers harshly, his hand at the base of tighnari's tail squeezing, tugging. ]
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He presses his lover's thighs up, both hands sliding behind his knees, until they're almost touching his chest. There's one thing here he hadn't warned Cyno about - he hadn't thought about it - but as the thick, swollen head of his cock presses against the man's slick entrance and forces its way past any initial resistance, it would become abundantly clear.
Tighnari rocks his hips to press deeper, filling Cyno up and bringing their hips flush within only a few thrusts. It's so tight, so good, so different to any other time he has been through this since reaching sexual maturity. Every other time has been something he dealt with alone, somewhere in the middle of the forest away from anyone, and now...
As he draws his hips back he feels the hot pressure on every nerve, almost too much to take.]
Cyno-- [His lips meet the other man's in a heated kiss, as rough and demanding as anything else that has happened between them so far. It's hard to stay coordinated. He just wants everything.]
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at least, until tighnari is shoving his thighs up, bending cyno near in half as he presses in close, the tip of his cock pushing to cyno's tender rim, full of promise. cyno's gaze flicks up to tighnari's face, but there's no hesitation - tighnari is soon pushing right past that tense ring of muscle and gliding into him, forcing his way inside, relentless, imperious. cyno gasps, the sound tight and pained and satisfied all at once. tighnari's cock is far thicker than his slim fingers had been, but it's also much smoother, silky and slick, sinking into him with wonderful ease.
cyno's body snaps tight around him, squeezing around his cock, his thighs pressing hard to his lover's ribs as he shifts against the bedding, heat flooding just beneath his skin, dyeing his cheeks and neck a vibrant pink. tighnari surges in for a kiss, and cyno receives him gladly, his strong arms winding around his shoulders, one hand diving into his dark, silky hair, holding tightly, tugging at the roots.
gods, it's intense. cyno can handle it, he can handle far worse, but the sensation is still near overwhelming - being filled so tightly, stuffed to the brim, stretched around tighnari's cock like a grasping fist. he licks into tighnari's mouth, his hips arching higher, one heel hooking against the small of his back, pressing hard into the dip of his spine. ]
You feel.. [ he murmurs, harsh against tighnari's lips, but the rest of his sentence is swallowed in a low, guttural moan. ]
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It's enough to shove Cyno up the bed, inch by inch, until Tighnari frees one of his arms from beneath the other man's thigh and grips the side of his hair instead, pulling him into another bruising, possessive kiss that he growls into.
He pants harshly, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses his forehead to his lover's and grits his teeth, tension running along the line of his jaw. It's-- good, it's so good, tight and hot, and he drinks up every single sound that Cyno makes in response to the relentless pounding.]
I'm-- haah... ah... [His grip on Cyno's hair tightens, his fingernails dig cruelly into his hip, and he manages to find just the right angle to hit the sensitive nerves inside the other man's body.
Tighnari won't last long. But that's only to be expected.]
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perhaps it's a base, instinctual part of him, but cyno.. doesn't dislike this. there's something incredibly, impossibly alluring about the way tighnari fucks into him relentlessly, in the way he kisses him roughly, fiercely, cyno swallowing every harsh growl. he likes it. he loves it. generally speaking, cyno is used to being in charge - both as a matra, and as a person. he's sharp and decisive, fearless and forward, it's easy for him to take the lead in life without issue.
but right now, he's giving that up, he's offering himself to tighnari completely and fully, without complaint and without restraint. it feels so.. freeing, so incredibly, intensely satisfying to let the reins go slack in his hands, to allow tighnari to take him, use him, however he wants, however he needs. that alone is enough to be pleasurable for him, beyond the sting and burn and stretch of his body being pounded into. but then tighnari switches up the angle, his cock now rubbing hard into cyno's prostate, and the way he groans makes his pleasure evident, his body tightening up, goosebumps sweeping down his forearms. ]
There - right.. right there - ah..
[ pressing himself back into the mattress, cyno arches, snapping his hips rhythmically upward, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his dark skin, one hand working its way between their bodies so he can stroke himself, squeezing his aching, neglected cock. ]
It's okay - [ he breathes, in a voice gone rough and ragged. ] - come for me.
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It has to hurt-- it has to. Doesn't it hurt? It almost hurts him to even move, with the drag of the tight inner walls against his cock, but he had warned Cyno that he wouldn't be able to stop once he started and he can't-- He can't.
His moans grow louder, spilling into breathless cries of his mounting pleasure, and he wraps his arms around Cyno's neck to bury his head against his lover's shoulder as he climaxes. He clings tightly while his hips jerk in helpless motion, digging his fingernails into whatever skin he can reach and scrambling his knees against the bed as his body's instincts urge him to press in as deeply as he can possibly go as tight pressure bears down around the base of his cock.
And, gods... the relief of it is almost tangible.]
Ah-- nnnh... nn... sorry, I'm...
[Maybe it's hard to know what he means at first, but the stretch around his length at Cyno's rim doesn't ease. His hips twitch and he mumbles out a muted moan, his next breath drawing in on a shudder.
He can't move. At least, not yet.]
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gods, it's intense, it's so intense, and that intensity only grows with each movement, the pressure increasing as tighnari's knot swells, until at last he feels the hot, sticky spill of his lover's climax - and if he thought he felt full before, well, it was nothing in comparison with this. cyno cries out, squirming, his hips snapping, fucking himself on tignari's cock, his teeth bared in a snarl as he pulls his own prick almost brutally.
cyno's orgasm is almost painful, a little forced, but incredibly, deeply satisfying. he spills in slippery ropes against his knuckles and belly, his body clenching up so tightly as he arches, sucking in a breath, his mouth slack in a silent cry. cyno's breath is held for a moment, two, three, before he releases it in a rush, and on it rides a roughened groan. he aches all over, dewy with sweat that sticks his pale hair to his neck, and he drops down onto the damp sheets with a sharp exhale, eyes closed, panting hard. ]
N-Nari.. [ he murmurs, his voice like gravel, his free hand clutching tighnari's upper arm. they've both come, but the pressure has not yet abated. ] It's.. mm, it's fine.. you're fine..
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Slowly, slowly, his world rights itself and his mind comes back to him. He's suddenly aware of the state of himself, of how he's stuck, and-- and...]
Oh, gods. [He whines into Cyno's shoulder and presses his head there, one of his long ears flicking across the other man's face in a way that could leave no doubt that Tighnari is regaining his senses. Breathing his lover's scent in deep he nuzzles into one of the marks he made on his skin, then props himself up on one elbow and looks down into Cyno's eyes.
His breathing is still a little unsteady, and that itch is still crawling under his skin, but the ravenous creature behind it has been sated for now.]
Are you okay..?
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his arms close around tighnari's middle, one hand smoothing over his back. ]
I'm fine.
[ though with the endorphins slowly draining away, he's feeling the discomfort and pain a little more closely now. cyno grunts, shifting against the sheets, tighnari's knot tugging at his rim, his thighs spilling open, lazy and slack. the hand not on tighnari's back lifts to his head, long fingers running through his dark, silky, tousled hair. ]
I can take anything you can throw at me. But is this.. um. Normal?
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Hmph... [His ears stay pinned back against his hair, his tail limp and lax behind him.] I'm still--
[Ehhhhhhhhh... it's embarrassing.]
I'm still young. These instincts are perfectly natural... but I've never had a--... a mate before. When it happened.
[He puffs his cheeks out faintly.]
I did warn you.
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[ those he knew about. those he expected. and honestly, he finds it all.. kind of hot?? even if he doesn't necessarily want to say as much. but for all he read up on tighnari's people, he certainly didn't delve into.. err, their anatomical differences. ]
I meant - you're.. you're stuck.
[ those puffed cheeks, though, they're so cute that cyno can't help but smile, and he runs the callused pad of his thumb along tighnari's cheek. ]
You don't have to be embarrassed with me.
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[The last few words come out as a mumble as he averts his eyes again but he doesn't look displeased despite the rush of colour that flushes across his cheeks and down to the dip of his throat.
It's natural and normal, yes... but that doesn't mean it isn't embarrassing as well. At least it happened with Cyno, and not somebody else.
As for the other thing...]
I know I'm... stuck.
[Gods.]
It's a biological response to having intercourse that only happens when I'm in heat. [There. He said it. Out loud.] ... Just bear with it... it'll be over in a few minutes. [He presses a few kisses to Cyno's face.]
I'm sorry if it hurts.
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[ he likes everything, with tighnari - everything so far, at least. cyno is a tolerant man. but he chuckles low in his throat, so soft and warm and intensely, painfully fond, his palm at tignari's cheek, cupping his face, pulling him in for a kiss. he knows full well that it won't be long before his lover is needy again, but for now he can bask in their afterglow, in the scent of sweat and sex, in the taste of tighnari's mouth. cyno hums, smoothing his fingers along the back of one of tighnari's ears, rubbing gently where hair meets soft, downy fur. ]
Do you feel better?
[ after a fuck like that, he certainly hopes so, no matter how much tighnari's instincts may be snapping at his heels not long from now. hopefully he's at least eased some of the pressure. exhaling through his nose, cyno falls back against the pillow, still flushed, his eyes glassy. gods, he feels raw, scoured. ]
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[The hum of agreement is almost a purr, warm and soft, and as seconds tick by and he simply leans his head into Cyno's hand the pressure he can feel around the base of his cock gradually eases off. After a couple of minutes it's enough that he can ease himself free of his lover's body with a soft, bitten-back hiss and a quiet groan, then he flops down onto his side and drapes his arm over Cyno's chest.]
I should be... mostly fine, now. For half a day or so at least.
[Admittedly that doesn't give the other man much time to recover, but he is grateful for this. The understanding, more than anything.]
I'll make it up to you.
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tighnari settles beside him, keeping close, and cyno snakes one arm behind him to pull him closer still, until tighnari is nestled comfortable against his side. with a low, satisfied hum, cyno nudges at his dark hair, breathing in the musky fur scent at the base of one ear, his free hand resting lightly atop tighnari's wrist over his chest. sex is great and all, but sometimes cyno thinks that he likes this even more - the afterglow, coming down together, the post-coital cuddling. ]
You don't have anything to make up to me.
[ this had been his choice, after all. cyno presses a kiss to tighnari's brow, and exhales hard. ]
But.. just what did you have in mind?
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So he snuggles in, nuzzles up against his lover's neck, and puffs out a sigh against his warm skin.]
Mm... what would you want?
[It could be anything, really.]
Just name it, and we can do it.
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Mm..
[ he hums, low and soft, pressing into tighnari's hair, nudging his nose against one of his soft, furry ears. ]
Maybe a nice bath.
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A nice bath...
[Well, after all that... it does sound nice.]
I can go and run it for you, if you like.
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[ pressing his palms to the bed, cyno attempts to push himself up - with a wince, and a hiss through his teeth. ah. yeah. he's.. he's sure really sore. he glances down toward tighnari with a withering look, and a wry smile. ]
You really.. outdid yourself.
[ but he won't be stopped!! carefully, cyno swings his legs over the edge of the bed. ]
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Lean on me, all right? I think I've caused enough damage, I'd like to get you to the bathroom in one piece.
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