for now the day bleeds into nightfall;

[cashewlater]

[ cyno has had these dreams his entire life.

sometimes they are innocuous, even warm. he dreams of the stretching sands, the selfsame sands he grew up traversing, but they are.. different, the landscape changed, the people changed, the cities large and bustling. he loves these people, in his dreams. he wields a great staff and works his will across the desert, and he is content.

but other times.. other times there is pain, and grief, and all consuming, utter madness. it eats at him, it drags him down into the tar pits in the back of his mind, and it refuses to let go. these nightmares are difficult to wake from, they urge him to remain, to give in to the deep, endless despair, for there is no light left to reach for. its warmth is gone, faded from the world forever, and he will never know the peace of her touch again - why bother to grab for what is gone forever? her legacy is all that keeps him on his feet, her belief in him, that he could be something more, that he could bring lasting change. even still, he can hardly find the will to stand.

cyno wakes with a shout, his chest heaving with rapid breaths, his bronzed skin dewy with sweat, his scarlet eyes wide and wild, slitted pupils blown large and black, eclipsing the fiery wreaths of his irises. he has been talking in his sleep, writhing and groaning, the sheets damp with sweat and tangled around his legs from his thrashing, not rising even at the sound of her voice, not waking until the dream at last releases him from its dark, frenzied clutches. since meeting her, the nightmares have worsened, growing more common, more insistent, but that won't keep him from her side. nothing will keep him from her side. ]

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[hearthwarming]

[ He's gorgeous like this, pounding into her ceaselessly, the ridges of his muscles slick with sweat; she could swear he almost glistens like this in the light of the moon, but at this point she can hardly form any coherent thoughts, much less give voice to anything other than her wanton moaning, whining, gasping as she feels her pleasure building to a crescendo.

The sound of his voice, the press of his dexterous fingers against her sensitive clit, quick and strong and just right, the fullness of his cock inside of her and in powerful, rough thrusts are enough - more than enough to send that wave of bliss finally crashing through her entire body. Her walls snap tight around him, squeezing and desperate for him as she comes hard and shudders against him fully, fingers digging and biting into the skin of his back. She gives a sinful, loud, careless cry for him, barely managing to move her mouth enough to say: ]

Come— inside me...

[cashewlater]

[ as if he could do anything but..

she spasms around him, clamping around his cock, and cyno's breath is punched from his lungs as she squeezes him desperately, her slick walls clinging to his length as if she wishes never to let him go again. for all he had been rutting hard into her, cyno now stills, his hips stuttering, then snapping forward, holding as he comes, filling her up with hot ribbons of spend, one after the other.

white stars cloud his vision, and cyno gasps, growls, burying himself deep, deep, deep in her body, the only thing that keeps him grounded is the prick of her nails against his back. ]

Ori.. Ori..

[ he murmurs her name, over and over again like a prayer to the heavens, cyno's arms trembling, weakening as he crumples down onto her, his hips shifting, rocking against her, chasing every last thread of pleasure. ]

[hearthwarming]

[ Ori is utterly breathless as Cyno at last spends himself into her, filling her up, inevitably spilling out of her whenever he will pull out. But not quite yet. Right now, she still needs him inside of her, her arms and legs all wrapped around and clinging onto his body tightly, desperately, even as he falls apart over her, every fiber of her being still quivering and trembling in her pleasure. No matter how hard she breathes, how much her chest heaves with each gasp, she can't seem to— doesn't want to come down from this incredible bliss.

He chants her name like a prayer, and in much the same way, she offers her own prayer: ]

Cyno... I love you. I love you, I love you... Don't let go of me...

[ — something within her almost spurs her to say again, like an unspoken word waiting to be uttered for centuries, but she cannot pay any mind to it in the moment. ]

[cashewlater]

[ the pleasure curls like warm fingers against his insides, rolling in aftershocks over his body as he continues to work his hips until her body has milked him for every last drop; only then, does cyno settle again. his weight is comfortable over her, his head pressing up against her shoulder so he can nudge at her jaw with his nose, breathing hot and heavy against her skin. sweat clings to him like a veil, and cyno closes his eyes. ]

Never..

[ he murmurs, soft and quiet, his arms around her tightening. ]

I'll never let you go.