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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[ 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.

Ah... [ There's a soft gasp when the other's thumb presses to his nipple, one and then the other. He tilts his head to the side and more than willingly exposes himself to the other's kisses. It's only making him feel warmer, making the curling heat tighter as pleasure is building at the other's attention. He wonders, if Cyno will want him to do something for him after this, after he'd silently guided him, silently asked for sexual gratification and he thinks he doesn't mind if he does. There's many ways they haven't explored yet.

But if he didn't...Tighnari knew he had duties -- he would have to make it up to him later.

His breathing gets quicker as the other starts to work at his clit with far more intensity, his hips rolling into it. ]

Master...Cyno...

[ It's his name and not his title that's on Tighnari's lips the moment he comes. His hand clutching the other's arm as the waves of pleasure roll over him intensely, almost too intense. ]

[ tighnari comes apart for him beautifully, and cyno hums his approval as his lover arches, whining softly, and cyno can feel the quiver in his body as he grows close, the tension as he comes, calling cyno's name in a way that makes his gut clench. gods, he's so good..

closing his eyes, cyno nuzzles his nose and mouth to tighnari's soft, damp nape, pressing kisses there as he breathes into his hair. his rough hand continues to smooth over tighnari's chest and down his smooth abdomen, his fingers still working his swollen clit, even after he's come. ]

When we're alone.. please call me Cyno. Or General, if you must.

[ that title, at least, he had earned. ]

[ Tighnari shudders a little as he comes down from that high, the other’s nuzzling relaxing him, the way his hand touches his body, sending shivers and aftershocks right to his core — not to mention the way the over sensitive clit is still being touched. He starts to squirm, legs pressing together no matter how much he tries to be good and keep them open for the other. ]

I... I’ll try to remember.

[ His breathing is still heavier. ]

How... do you want me to pleasure you?

[ tighnari squirms with overstimulation, and cyno chuckles softly, at last drawing his fingers away from tighnari's clit to smooth his palm along the top of tighnari's thigh, squeezing. ]

Me? You don't need to worry about me, unless you want to.

[ but given how closely they're pressed together, tighnari will absolutely feel that cyno's cock is hot and hard, pressed against his back. bringing tighnari pleasure was.. absolutely arousing. ]

[ Tighnari still feels a bit like his insides are quivering his clit throbbing a little from the overstimulation he'd just experienced. Just the water against it making him squeeze his thighs, though it didn't really give much relief.

With the other's hard cock against his back it's impossible to imagine not taking care of his master -- even if he's not supposed to call him that. He's been trained his entire life. ]

I want to... I don't want to leave you wanting.

No? Are you sure about that?

[ he doesn't want tighnari to want him simply because he's been trained to, because he's expected to. they've done their duty to one another, and tighnari owes him nothing more. rather than guide him, cyno slips his hand between their bodies to grasp at his own cock, pulling in slow, deep strokes. ]

I can take care of myself.

[ Tighnari blinks in surprise as he watches as Cyno reaches to touch himself. It's a surprise how incredibly attractive he finds it. He bites his lip, watching. ]

Are you sure...?

[ It's his duty... his place... ]

Mm..

[ cyno knows well how to touch himself, the speed he likes, the pressure, and it isn't long before he's panting hard, his chest and neck flushed warm, his hips rocking upward into his palm. ]

I'm sure. You don't need to do anything you.. mm, don't want to do.

[ Watching Cyno doing this has him feeling his pussy clenching and instead of insisting on the other letting him do his duty, he watches, studying exactly how Cyno touches himself.

It's useful information, ways to learn the things that his master likes so he can please him even better in the future. And... he's enjoying the process. ]

I... like watching you like this.

[ Tighnari admits. ]

[ cyno never would have considered the idea of being watched, but he finds that he likes the weight of tighnari's eyes on him, likes the way his face flushes warm, and how closely he's looking. cyno swallows thickly, his gaze hooded as he watches tighnari's face. ]

It's good?

[ cyno leans back further, arching his back, his cock thick and twitching against his palm as he strokes himself more deeply, the lean muscles of his abdomen tensing. ]

[ Tighnari nods. He feels sore walls of his pussy clenching now and then a greedy feeling of want for that thick cock again but also knowing he'd be even more sore and Cyno likely wouldn't agree to finishing inside of him again.

His breath picks up at the stretch of the other's body, the way his stomach tenses and his muscles all on display.

That this man chose him makes him feel very lucky. ]

[ tighnari nods, and it's all cyno needs to keep going, his hips beginning to rock upward, the water lapping at his bronze skin. he wants to keep watching tighnari's face, but soon enough his eyes are closing as his head rests back, his hand moving more quickly, squeezing his cock with every quick stroke.

he's close. he's so close, and his breath is coming quickly now, fast and shallow, little groans and soft moans riding on every exhale. ]

'Nari.. I'm..

[ but he doesn't finish his sentence, instead his body tenses and his hips jerk as thick cum spurts from the tip of his cock, rolling in fat droplets over his knuckles. ]

[ Tighnari is breathless as he watches the other touching himself, the way he closes his eyes, the movements of his hand... and he does memorize every little thing about the way that Cyno touches himself so that he can pleasure him better too.

His lips part as he watches Cyno come and he squirms a little in the water, his eyes on the other's dick, on his come. ]

M...Cyno...

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