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[ things don't get better.

cyno hoped, believed, for two long months that things would look up, but it feels instead as if things between them have only worsened. cyno is patient, gentle, he sleeps on the floor or sofa when tighnari doesn't want to be near him, he brings his new mate plants and books and gifts, cooks for him, tries to understand him, the strange things he says, but cyno is so deeply entrenched in sumeru's ways that it's difficult for him to see and understand tighnari's viewpoints.

still, he tries. he tries, and he tries, and things get worse.

they've gotten into yet another argument that cyno has failed to ameliorate, but rather than shout back, he.. deflates. cyno's broad shoulders sink, his scarlet gaze shifting away, and down. ]

I'm sorry.

[ lifting his hands, cyno scrubs at his face, runs his hands back through his pale hair, and sits himself on the arm of the sofa. ]

I don't.. I can't fix this. I can't be what you want. I'll.. take you back tomorrow. Maybe you can find someone who makes you happier. Someone who can please you.

[ because that's what it all comes down to, with cyno. tighnari says it isn't about him, that it isn't personal, but.. all cyno desperately wants is to please him, to be a good mate. ]

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That sweet, begging voice.. it nearly undoes him, and Cyno groans low against Tighnari's soft, perfect cunt, opening his mouth wide. He sucks at his swollen clit, and laves his tongue over his soft, puffy labia, tongue dipping briefly inside to taste him before he returns to teasing his clit, lapping at it like a thirsty dog.

The hands in his hair make him tense up sweetly, and Cyno uses two fingers to slip them into his mate's waiting pussy, pressing them deep, curling them against his sensitive g-spot.

Tighnari whimpers as the other's mouth undoes him. He arches his hips, nearly panting as he presses to the other's tongue.

"Cyno," Tighnari cries, tightening around the fingers when the press just right. He tugs at his hair harder. "Gonna come," he gasps. This kind of pleasure was possible without his heat?

That's just what Cyno wants, to feel his mate come apart, to give him all the love he can, to show him just how devoted his is to their omega, and to their family.

"Come for me then, habibi," he murmurs, his tongue still lashing against Tighnari's clit, sucking hard as his fingers sink in deep, trying to push his lover to the absolute brink.

There's no holding back, not that there's any reason to try, as he arches, into the other's fingers, his tongue feeling just perfect. "yes, cyno," he cries as his body clenches, his orgasm hitting him hard.

"Cyno," he moans again, the waves of pleasure felt like they went forever.

Cyno hums softly, still lapping at Tighnari's cunt as it quivers and pulses for him, eager through his orgasm, and Cyno grinds down against the sofa, his cock aching, but soon enough he slides his fingers free, pressing soft kisses to those puffy folds before he's moving back up Tighnari's body again. His hard cock presses against his lover's thigh as he dips his head to nuzzle at his jaw.

"I want you.. please."

Tighnari feels like jello as the pleasure subsides and the alpha crawls up his body after his fingers leave his cunt empty and despite the orgasm he’d just had he aches to be full of his alpha. The other’s cock is hot against his thigh and he mewls softly, reaching up to brush his fingers through his hair.

“Take me.”