cashewlater | the morning after;

the morning after;

[ the morning dawns, and cyno and tighnari awaken together, tangled in a warm knot, comfortable and content.

when he was told he was being gifted a pleasure slave.. cyno had hardly known how to take it. he does not hold it against the matra who choose to frequent the brothels - their jobs are stressful - but it simply isn't cyno's way, and never has been. but tighnari has been a surprise from the get-go, and cyno finds that he is already terribly fond of him. that the sex was good and satisfying is only a plus.

nevertheless, they rise together, and spend a lazy morning in bed, talking and kissing and touching until, two hours before noon, there's a knock at the door. cyno rises from bed, pressing a kiss to tighnari's brow, before he's winding a shendyt loosely around his hips and seeing to their company - tighnari's previous keepers, here to check in, to see to it that cyno has.. enjoyed his prize. they're not content with his verbal assurance that yes, they slept together, and cyno is quite satisfied, and for the sake of appearances, they must inspect the bed and tighnari both.

this doesn't sit well with cyno, but he's powerless to stop them. it isn't his place to interrupt their work, and to do so might hint that he's dissatisfied, which would call more trouble down onto tighnari's head. so he stands aside as they inspect the sheets, arms crossed and back straight, but when they ask tighnari to lie back against the bed, cyno's hard expression turns to one of mild alarm. ]

Why are you asking that of him?

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[ cyno's displeasure is evident.

tighnari might feel that he is property, but cyno disagrees, despite finding himself to be his unwilling master - the entire situation makes him uncomfortable, but cyno is powerless to stop it. he can do little more than watch, his brow furrowed and his expression hard as the men see to their duty.

but it goes on far longer than cyno thinks is rightly necessary, and soon enough he's clearing his throat, standing straighter, imposing and imperious. ]

All right, you've done your job. That's enough. He was plenty satisfactory.

[ Tighnari had been biting back noises of pain and discomfort as they took turns inspecting him with dry rough fingers. He is shocked when Cyno interrupts them. He can tell they are too and they’re annoyed.

‘We can’t be sure,’ they tell him, glancing at Tighnari who clearly wants to close his legs and hide but knows better than to step out of line. ‘Show us how satisfied you are with the slave.’

Tighnari has heard rumors of this being done before but he had hoped given Cyno’s position… but it’s not considered an embarrassment for someone to use their pleasure slave at will anywhere, in front of anyone.

Public settings were rarer but in one’s home?

They smirk and tighnari tries not to whimper. It had felt good the night before but it had left his body sore and after their rough handling… but he looks at Cyno, giving an almost imperceptible nod. If he went along it wouldn’t get worse. ]

[ rage flashes through his body in an instant, cyno's body tensing, his fury clear in his expression, and he's opening his mouth to immediately protest, to demand they leave, when he catches the way tighnari looks at him, and that slight, nearly unnoticeable nod. cyno's expression softens.

he doesn't like this. he doesn't want this. few would dare to make such a demand of the esteemed general mahamatra, and cyno knows full well that he could refuse.. but what of tighnari? he could suffer, if cyno turned them away. they could take tighnari away, and who knows what would become of him, then? cyno does not know him well, but he certainly doesn't want any ill to befall him, and he knows full well how pleasure slaves can be treated. he can't let tighnari suffer for his own stubbornness and anger.

and so he exhales, soft and slow, shouldering the first man aside and away from tighnari, ungently. but his hands on tighnari's thighs are anything but ungentle as he carefully smooths his rough palms down them, easing himself back onto the bed again. his scarlet eyes are kind as he trails a hand up tighnari's abdomen to cup his face again. ]

Keep your eyes on me.

[ he says softly, bending to kiss his brow, while his free hand moves over tighnari's cunt, gently stimulating his clit. ]

[ it's an easy task, to keep his eyes on Cyno. If it helps him, it helps Tighnari too as well. He can see how angry Cyno had been and he doesn't really completely understand it. Why the other is angry is it because Tighnari is his? That would have to be it, right?

The brothel that he comes from is unusually powerful and going against them isn't really in anyone's best interest.

Tighnari keeps his eyes on Cyno, feeling a lot more secure as the other moves over him, his hands on his thighs. They fall open more and so easily for him. The soft kiss, the way the other comforts him so simply. He tenses a little at the first touch to his cunt, his eyes adverting for a moment but the attention to his clit has him inhaling sharply. It's sensitive and not as sore as the rest of him at least and a hot curl of interest starts immediately at Cyno's attention.

With the other teasing his clit it won't take long for him to start getting wet, at least it would make it easier than when dry rough fingers had been inside his already sore passage. It's humiliating still, he'd been in all sorts of humiliating positions but the purity checks had always been his least favorite thing to endure but they had stopped with rough fingers. This humiliation is new. This humiliation is worse because it's his fault that Cyno is suffering it too because it doesn't take a genius to read that he doesn't want to do this.

Tears well unbidden and he blinks at him because he doesn't cry. He never cries and he won't start now ]

[ cyno easily catches the flash of tears in tighnari's lovely eyes, and his fury momentarily rekindles, a deep protective instinct washing over him. how dare they put them through this humiliation? it's cruel. unnecessary. it's wrong.

but even the general mahamatra has his limits, something of which cyno is becoming painfully aware. it sits, raw in his gut, heavy as a stone, and distantly he thinks that someone will pay for this, that this cannot stand for long, but cyno is dutiful, and he must do what he must do to avoid upset in sumeru. to do his job and uphold order, but if they think they will get away with this without paying the price..

cyno sets his jaw, and focuses on his work. ]

It's just us. [ he whispers, dipping to press a kiss to tighnari's mouth, then another, murmuring against his lips. ] It's only us.

[ don't think about them. don't see them.

his fingers continue to move over tighnari's clit, gently massaging until cyno is sure that he's good and wet, perfectly receptive. he's bound to still be sore, but there can be no helping that. with a soft hum, he drops is free hand to unwind his shendyt from his hips, allowing it to fall away, his cock already half-hard despite himself; angry though he might be, tighnari is breathtaking, and touching him is exhilarating. easing between his creamy thighs, cyno draws the tip of his cock through tighnari's wet slit. ]

Just breathe.

[ he says, softly, before stroking his cock to fullness, and slowly pressing into him. ]

[ Tighnari tries not to think of anything at all but he can't get the men in the room out of his mind no matter how Cyno tells him that it is only them. Still, he gets wet at Cyno's careful coaxing. He knows it's still going to hurt but it won't hurt in the burning way that their fingers had. And even though he barely knows Cyno, he knows the other will try to make him feel good, try to make sure he hurts as least as possible.

He exhales shakily as the other's shendyt is unwound and his eyes drift downward to the other's well-endowed member. He's sure the men are smirking at the show they're about to get. He wants to bury his face into Cyno's neck but he's also afraid of things seeming too cozy, this is his master. Their roles matter to these people, and in a lot of ways it matters to Tighnari. ]

Have your way, Master.

[ Tighnari says softly, the word almost urgent. He arches at the slip of the other's cock against his wet cunt, a heavy breath rushing out. The other man's cock gets fully hard. As the other pushes in a soft whimper escapes Tighnari despite his best efforts. He doesn't want to make Cyno feel bad, it's not his fault and it still feels good even if it's sore. ]

[ cyno's sure they're smirking, too - he can practically feel their eyes burning into his back; how sweet it must be for them to see even the great general mahamatra laid low to their wishes. it makes his blood boil.

but he'll keep his attention on tighnari as best as he can, and right now, it's impossible not to feel the sweet pleasure of his lover's cunt all around him, the velvet heat of it swallowing him whole. he knows that tighnari must be sore, still aching from their time together the night before, and he's not sure what would be less cruel - to take him slowly, and keep him from the pain as much as possible, or to move quickly, so as to keep his keepers' sick show brief, and be rid of them both.

in the end he goes slowly. cyno just can't bring himself to cause tighnari any more pain. shifting between his legs, cyno bears down against him, slowly, gently beginning to rock his hips, doing as tighnari bids, and having his way. his body betrays him - for all that cyno is furious, humiliated, he can't help the sweet, warm pleasure of it all, how hard it makes him, how good it feels to move inside of tighnari. humming his satisfaction, cyno falls into an easy rhythm, supported by his knees on the bed, his hands clutching at tighnari's soft thighs. ]

[ The night before had been good. He’d never expected something like that to happen whenever the day came that he finally was taken by someone. he’d been prepared for anything else but not the pleasure and the care that Cyno had taken with him. Even now, as sore as he is there’s the hints of pleasure, of how good Cyno could make him feel.

He keeps calm as the other thrusts into him. He knows that Cyno could get this humiliation over more quickly, because by the anger he could read all over him he knew that Tighnari is not the only one. He thinks to encourage him to move faster but he holds back. He doesn’t have a say in how his owner uses his body and to suggest anything else to him would look suspect at the moment.

His pussy tightens around the other with each inward thrust, hips rocking upward to meet him, to help Cyno reach his climax. He can hear rustling and with disgust realizes the men are touching themselves but he swallows heavily and when the other pushes in just right and a wave of pleasure flows through him he bites back a moan.

He catches Cyno’s eyes, making sure he sees him before he carefully mouths. ‘Faster. It’s okay.’ His rebellious streak can’t ever be completely tamed.

[ don't think about them. don't think about them. don't think about them.

but it's difficult, even for cyno, cyno whose self-control is legendary - that rustling reaches his ears, as well as the soft sounds of the men's breath as they begin pleasuring themselves. cyno has to bite back a wave of sick nausea.

but his eyes catch tighnari's, and his hackles immediately begin to settle. despite having known one another only a short time, cyno nevertheless finds himself comforted by tighnari's presence, by his lovely brown-green eyes and his warm companionship. cyno exhales, dips his head, and pumps his hips faster - as fast as he can bear to, at least, without bringing tighnari too much undue strain and discomfort. clearly tighnari would rather get this done with quickly, so cyno will respect his choice, and focus.

dropping his head, he presses his brow to tighnari's, his breath coming more quickly as he moves, pushing tighnari's thighs wider as his hips snap forward, the way so tight and slick around his cock, tighnari's pussy hugging him like a lover. even at this pace, it still feels as if it takes ages for cyno to begin reaching his crest, distracted as he is by his own fury and humiliation, and the snickers of the men behind them.

cyno kisses him, hot and open, groaning into tighnari's mouth as his pleasure rides higher and higher until at last, at last he is able to narrow his attention enough to climax. body tensing, cyno buries himself deep, sticky, hot spend filling his lover's passage, spilling into his waiting womb, rolling in thick beads down the crease of his thigh. ]

[ It’s rather impossible to completely ignore but Cyno’s paying attention to him. That’s important, that he can focus. That Tighnari can focus on him and push back the humiliation at least until later he can break down about it when no one is looking.

As the thrusts get faster, harder, his body opened up more for Cyno’s pleasure sounds slip from his lips. There’s pained whimpers as sore spots are particularly abused but gasps of pleasure too. It’s not enough to push Tighnari to orgasm but he’s not the one that needs to. He wants to reach out and touch Cyno but he’s being passive, obedient and what’s not asked for he keeps to himself. Still, it’s all he can do not to reach down and touch his clit when Cyno’s lips on his are so insistent and passionate.

The pain doesn’t matter, he’s wet and his clit is aching for stimulation he can’t properly get just now. He moans as Cyno buries deep, feeling the thick seed releasing inside of him, there’s more than enough of it to mix with his slick and leave his cunt and thighs a mess.

The men groan as they soon come as well, their releases purposefully aimed toward Tighnari’s face who had anticipated it and quickly maneuvered so Cyno would be out of the way and not have to bear any of the humiliation. They can get away with this, even with someone as powerful as Cyno. Tighnari swallows hard as the come hits his face, on his lashes and his ears which press back in irritation he couldn’t fully hide.

‘You’ll have to make sure to work harder to keep this one tamed. Fill her up with your bastards and maybe that will do the trick.’ ]

[ just when cyno thought it could not get any worse, they dare - they dare - ]

Get out of my home.

[ cyno snaps, his thin thread of patience at last pulling taut, fraying dangerously. fury burgeons in his breast. they've gone too far. drawing back from tighnari, cyno stands straight and imperious, and he might not be a large man, but he is nevertheless imposing. cyno may have only recently gained the title of general mahamatra, but his reputation is well known - he is terrifyingly strong, a fierce and formidable opponent, dutiful, fearless, dedicated. he isn't afraid of these men, and they have pushed him too far.

the men exchange nervous looks, clearly not having expected this, and cyno tenses, hard muscle taut beneath bronzed skin. his scarlet eyes are ablaze, and electricity crackles between his fingers as his hands close into fists. ]

Tighnari was mine the moment we left the parlor together, he remains mind now. You dare to dirty the General Mahamatra's personal slave? To take what is mine? Get out of my home before I skewer you both like the animals you are.

[ Tighnari’s eyes widen and he realizes he hasn’t completely managed to keep Cyno from getting more riled up. All he can be glad of is that the men hadn’t dirtied his master. Tighnari’s a slave and receiving such treatment is little more than simply expected.

He whimpers despite himself when the other pulls out of him. His thighs press together and hesitantly he pushes himself halfway up, eyes wide. He’s afraid and he’s not sure what he’s more afraid of, these men and what they stand for Cyno’s righteous anger.

The men certainly are more coward than not because at the first hint of crackling they’re stumbling over themselves to take their leave and get out of the large estate. Instantly, Tighnari moves, ignoring the way it hurts to do so, the soreness more exaggerated than before but Cyno had said it himself... he had been dirtied and so he needed to clean up... the beds would need taken care of and at least there were servants for that. When he stands, he feels some of the other’s copious amount of come slipping down his thigh and he bites his lip.

He’s scared to anger him more. ]

I have medicine if you... if you want to prevent any unwanted results.

[ Children. He can bare them, of course, he can, the mention of bastards and calling Tighnari a she had been no mistake. ]

[ the moment they are gone, the moment tighnari hurries to his side, cyno's anger bleeds away, his hard expression softening. the lightning dissipates, and gently, so gently he takes tighnari's face into his hands, wiping away the filth those men had left behind. ]

Stop. You don't need to worry about anything.

[ for as deep and ferocious as his voice had been before, it is now soft, warm, even aching, aching for tighnari, for what has happened to them both this morning. after their lovely night together.. ]

You aren't mine. You don't belong to anyone. I said those things to get rid of them. What they did -

[ he tenses again, righteous ire roiling his gut. ]

.. let's just get you cleaned up.

[ Tighnari wants to stop him from touching his dirty face but it happens before he realizes it. His eyes well up, overwhelmed by the other’s gentleness, his kindness and from the relief that the humiliating, terrifying moments were over. He lowers his eyes, though, at the way Cyno tries to deny his ownership.

He could tell him that what those men is nothing, that all those who are to be pleasure slaves are used to such behavior and it’s more mild than not — what had been upsetting is the way Cyno had been treated. Cyno is not a slave, to humiliate him? To manipulate him the way those men had gotten away with? Tighnari’s angry and sad. ]

You are my master and I am your slave. It’s important to remember our stations in life.

[ That much has been drilled into him since birth. ]

I can...get cleaned up — the morning is getting late I’m sure you have duties to attend to, don’t you?

[ cyno's heart aches, heavy in his breast. stations in life.. ridiculous, cyno thinks. having been born a desert dweller, it's incredible that cyno himself did not end up under the feet of sumeru city's rulers himself. those from the desert tribes are not well represented in sumeru city, and are more often than not slaves themselves - it was only cyno's great strength and tenacity that earned him this position.

but he can't force tighnari to think differently, especially not right now, after the trauma of what just passed, so he lets the matter drop, for now. ]

I do, but they can wait.

[ he says, softly, brushing the hair from tighnari's eyes. ]

But if you would rather be alone, I understand.

[ Tighnari offers a small smile to him when the other says that the duties can wait. He doesn’t know what he wants, really. What he wants is of little consequence but with that choice there... he knows that he doesn’t want to be alone. He wants to be able to curl back up comfortably with Cyno as he had been before they were interrupted and forced into that ordeal. ]

I’m sorry they did this to you.

[ The whole ordeal, forcing him to watch the purity check, trying to humiliate Cyno and then dirtying Cyno’s slave. He can’t imagine how humiliating and angering it must be and that Cyno can be so gentle and not take it out on him? ]

I don’t want to be alone but the choice is yours.

[ Whether cyno wants to be or not he is the master here. But Tighnari will always try to be honest with him when he is given the opportunity. ]

[ that's all he needs to hear. ]

Come on, then.

[ and without another word, cyno sweeps tighnari up into his arms, with a gentle nuzzle to his ear. surely walking must be painful right now, and after all that they just went through.. he wants to be sure that tighnari is taken care of. that he gets what he needs. carrying tighnari is easy, and cyno ferries him to the en suite bathroom, a large and lovely place, with a broad porcelain tub and light but elegant decoration. setting tighnari down on the edge of the tub, cyno runs the water to allow the tub to fill, before he's dipping a washcloth into the water, and using it to wipe the mess from tighnari's face and hair. ]

I won't let them touch you ever again.

[ A small gasp of surprise leaves the fox, his tail swishing when he’s brought up into the other’s arm. It’s strange how easily he smiles with the simplest things... This isn’t how it’s supposed to be... Those men were a stark reminder of that. Cyno doesn’t make him feel owned or used.

He’s quiet, lost in thought over it, over the way that Cyno is so reluctant to wanting to own him, to wanting to claim him that way. He tilts his head as the other gently cleans him up. It’s caring and it makes him feel warm. It makes his cunt throb and clench in a way that isn’t from soreness. ]

As long as I am yours they can’t.

[ no, maybe it isn't how it's supposed to be, but.. society can, quite frankly, go to hell. cyno has never been entirely comfortable with the idea of slave ownership, all those who see to this place are paid servants, and more and more he finds himself disquieted by the city, the akademiya, the sages that rule over them, and the choices they have made. for a time, slavery was declining in popularity, but recently..

well. cyno doesn't want to think about that right now. he wants to think about tighnari, about taking care of him to the best of his ability.

dropping the washcloth away, cyno hums softly, nudging their noses together before he straightens up to help tighnari step into the bath, the both of them settling down in the warm, comforting water together, tighnari pulled close to his chest. ]

Good. As long as you're with me, you'll be safe. I swear it.

[ The words bring a slight flush to Tighnari’s cheek. It’s the sort of commitment that a pleasure slave like him could only dream of... being safe. Those who own pleasure slaves are often easy to anger and just as often give into whims that leave slaves in dire situations.

Cyno’s words assure the part of Tighnari that’s afraid of that because this man would not make such a statement lightly.

He settles into the water, pressing back against Cyno and making a soft noise as the heat of it instantly provides some relief. ]

I’m glad that I please you so.

[ together they settle comfortably back, and cyno is pleased by the soft, gentle sound that tighnari makes. ]

You do.

[ he says, softly, pressing kisses to the hill of tignari's shoulder. but soon enough he's freeing his hands to lather soap in a washcloth, which he soon begins to drag across tighnari's skin, helping to clean him up. pressing his nose and mouth to tighnari's hair, cyno breathes in his scent, humming softly. ]

You deserve better.

I have more than most could even dream of.

[ Tighnari always has. His rare breed and unique features made him extremely valuable and that had afforded him a lot of protection. They wash and he soaks in the warm water and rests against the other. ]

You’ve not… asked any questions about this…

[ the soft touches remind him of the ache, and he gently guided Cyno’s hand down, pressing his fingers against his clit. ]

You were surprised but you simply accepted my body.

[ tighnari isn't.. wrong. life for a sex worker is not pleasant, and a rare jewel like tighnari could have easily been snapped up by a crueler master, or one who would show him off like a prize. as if he isn't a person. isn't a living, breathing, thinking being. it makes cyno sick.

but this.. this moment is sweet. good. they wash one another thoroughly, and soon enough they're lying back in the warm water, wrapped together. when tighnari leads cyno's hand between his thighs, he's surprised, but he doesn't argue it. his rough fingertips roll gently over tighnari's clit, bottom to top, learning the shape of him more thoroughly beneath the water. ]

Mm.. should I have asked questions?

[ he rumbles against tighnari's ear, his fingers still rubbing in slow circles. ]

You're fine just as you are. I was surprised, you weren't what I expected, but.. I don't mind.

[ Tighnari's breath hitches when Cyno takes the silent request and starts to touch his clit. His head tips back, dropping onto the other's shoulder. His breath is uneven but still calm as he continues the conversation. It feels good, letting Cyno just tease his clit like this, the warm water keeping his cunt relaxed so the soreness is much less. ]

Most... have seen and been angry or disappointed. You simply accepted me.

[ tighnari relaxes comfortably against him, and cyno hums appreciatively, his free hand sliding up tighnari's belly and chest, thumbing at his nipples, one by one. he presses a line of kisses along the dip of tighnari's throat, breathing in the scent of his skin, offering a low rumbling sound, almost like a great purr.

being with him is.. so easy. perhaps cyno has been more starved for touch and affection than he had previously thought. tighnari's sensitive clit swells and reddens beneath his touch, and cyno begins to rub a little harder, with a little more intent. ]

Angry? No. Not disappointed, either. You are who you are. Besides, being inside of you.. [ he rumbles again, pulling tighnari against his chest a little harder. ] .. it felt like heaven.

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