[ tighnari laughs. he allows himself to be tugged close. his arms find themselves purchase around cyno's neck - his face against the hollow of cyno's neck. his ears slip, one by one, along the set of cyno's shoulders. he is warm; it is beyond what is reasonable. ]
I keep thinking this, but you're getting very used to this, aren't you.
[ yes.. yes, he is. until tighnari came along, cyno perhaps did not realize how starved he was for affection, for touch, the closeness of another person. for all he is feared, cyno is rather soft at heart; he's taken to this like a fish to water. ]
[ trust is something that cyno is quite short of, in his life. he's quite used to it, but nevertheless he can count on one hand the people that he fully, completely trusts. tighnari is now counted among them, and it is the quality of their time together, not the quantity, that defines what they have become.
with a low, soft hum in his throat, cyno presses back into the kiss, hitching tighnari a little more tightly into his arms, tilting his head to slot their mouths more neatly together. the night is quiet around them, the oasis is peaceful, and tighnari feels so warm in his arms, so soft. ]
[ cyno kisses him; he kisses back. the warmth of his mouth is a welcome respite from the chill of the desert night. how marvelous it is, that cyno is like both day and night, a reminder to tighnari that the desert, too, holds life. after all, had it not produced a man like cyno? one that the rainforests had not been able to, one that tighnari could trust, and love.
he sighs into the kiss. the night is sweeter for it. cyno is desert, and oasis, and the musk of something spiced. behind him, his tail begins, once more, to wag. ]
Mm. [ cyno assents, one hand smoothing up the bare curve of tighnari's back. ] You're correct. I am getting used to it. I could continue to get used to it.
[ nudging his nose against tighnari's cheek, he presses kisses to the tender space where jaw and throat meet, inhaling the comforting scent of his skin and hair. ]
[ tighnari laughs. the sound starts in the cloistered line of his throat and ends somewhere in cyno's chest. they seem to be one creature, limbs tangled and hair mixed. it's an oddly pleasing thing.
the place where cyno kissed feels warm. his tail curls for it. ]
- ah. [ a second laugh. ] That tickles. You have a knack for finding weakness here, too, I take it.
Either that, or you're very ticklish. [ he nuzzles to that same spot, kissing it again, before, with a hum, he's moving down tighnari's throat, tracing his pulse. ] How about this?
[ tighnari's laughter is like music, like the ringing of a silver bell, it warms his heart and makes him smile. they're pressed close against the chill, tighnari's voice in his hair, and cyno feels full in a way he's never really known before. ]
How am I going to get anywhere with you, when everything tickles?
[ said through a chuckle of his own, as he pulls his head back to look into tighnari's face. ]
[ tighnari, whose face has flushed in the interim, merely wrinkles his nose at cyno. but the thoughtful set of cyno's gaze is something unto itself. above, the stars spin into galaxies; none seem to compare to the bright glow of cyno's eyes.
how strange, that the world seems different than it's ever been. ]
You'll simply have to go slow, then. [ the cant of his head, however, is acquiescence - he presses a kiss to cyno's lips, and then, like a full-body sigh, settles against him. ] I will miss you after all. It'll have been a while since we've last gone our separate ways.
Slow, is it? [ a kiss to tighnari's lips. another. ] I would think that would tickle you more.
[ his mouth curves against tighnari's, and when that weight slumps against him cyno gathers it up in his arms, both hands smoothing down tighnari's back, to the base of his tail. once more he dips his head, nudging tighnari's chin up with his nose, dragging a slow, deliberate trail of kisses down the sleek tendon of his throat. the pad of one thumb rubs circles at the space where skin gives way to soft fur. ]
[ cyno's hand smooths down the base of tighnari's tail. the effect is instantaneous - the shiver of his body, the way his tail lashes, just once, before it flicks out like something pleased. tighnari lets his head tilt back to provide cyno access to the line of his neck. the press of his lips is warm, and soft, like the whispers of something low and loved.
better, he thinks, doesn't begin to put it. warmth curls in him. the desire is languid beneath the stars. he draws cyno in so he can laugh again, a single kiss pressed where his ear meets jaw. ]
Better. Though you seem intent on etching your memory into my skin. [ tighnari's hands gently draw up the contours of cyno's face. his fingers rest, with affection, palm against cheek, along the edges of his eyes. ]
Well, I always knew that 'slow' wouldn't work with you.
[ tighnari's laugh sends a soft, tender thrill up cyno's spine, his heart skipping gladly against his ribs, and when those warm hands come up to cup his face cyno is smiling, his sunset eyes glimmering as he looks down into tighnari's face with what can only be described as abject fondness. those brown-green eyes captivate him fully, and in this quiet, private moment, cradled by the cooling sands of the hypostyle, cyno feels full and content in a way he's never entirely known.
truly, tighnari's presence is a sweet balm, and despite the relatively short amount of time they have known one another, in the grand scheme of things, cyno is utterly devoted. ]
Well, you did say you will miss me. [ he says, savoring that shiver, his thumb continuing to roll in slow, gentle strokes. cyno turns his head, pressing kisses to the inside of tighnari's soft palm, where calluses are just beginning to form. ] But I'm a patient man when I need to be.
[ cyno kisses the dip of tighnari's palm. tighnari allows it. the gentle skim of his lips reminder tighnari of the progress made - calluses in even patches, the physical embodiment of the distance they have walked together. cyno's lips dance over the tender pink of where the knife wound had been. the sensitive skin there sends yet another shiver through tighnari.
of course, he laughs. tighnari can't not. ]
Is this you showing patience? [ but tighnari leans in anyway, to press another kiss to the corner of cyno's mouth. he feels warm; he feels full. ]
Is it not? I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.
[ there's certainly no denying tighnari's beauty, his soft, delicate features, his glossy hair and fur, his long, lean limbs.. cyno was captivated from the onset, and falling for him was all too easy. far more attractive than tighnari's lovely eyes and soft mouth is his demeanor, his sharp tongue, his wicked intelligence, his fearlessness. from the moment they met, cyno was doomed. and what an odd feeling it is. cyno works with people often, meets with new faces and old, yet no one has ever ensnared him like this.
turning his head, he chases tighnari's lips with his own, pressing a little more firmly, a little more insistently, a low sound rumbling in his chest. his voice is a deep, soft whisper against tighnari's mouth. ]
[ the thought comes first, as it should - cyno is making promises that he cannot bear to keep. and then, the reality of it - that cyno is making these promises precisely because he intends to keep them, that of all people on teyvat, perhaps only cyno would be capable of it. a lifetime, tighnari knows, is a long time for a valuka shuna. their long lives and long memories mean little in the face of mortality. but cyno kisses tighnari. the warmth of his breath lingers; the reverberation of his life lingers. tighnari thinks - he's never been promised like this before. nobody else has ever tried.
he allows their lips to meet. he takes the kiss shockingly deep. tighnari tips his head against cyno's, and rolls him onto his back. the long length of his pale limbs spill over cyno's hips. his hair carves down like a waterfall. tighnari breathes out. ]
I am yours. But I've never been more yours than this moment, I think. [ he looks to him. his eyes are a pool of green moonlight. ] Cyno.
[ his hand lingers down. his thumb draws a line across the kiss-bruised swell of cyno's lips. ] I choose you. I'd like you to choose me.
[ with surprising strength tighnari flips him onto his back, and cyno goes willingly, his body like clay beneath his lover's hands, malleable and supple. tighnari's weight settles over him, the warm pressure of his body enough to send heat spiking up cyno's spine, and immediately his hands are up, dragging hard down tighnari's back, settling on his hips, grasping. tighnari's eyes shine like gems, boring into cyno's soul, and he feels his heart leap up into his throat, his lips parting beneath the drag of tighnari's thumb. ]
I choose you.
[ cyno's voice has gone rough as gravel rubbing at his throat, his slit pupils blown wide in their scarlet wreaths, fixed on tighnari's face. how beautiful he looks, with his hair like dark curtains around his lovely face, his fair skin glowing in the moonlight. the words are easy to say. they spill from him freely, cyno's heart offered up in his hands, tender and bleeding. he trusts tighnari with it. the general mahamatra is a hard man, forged of steel and sand and blood, yet in this moment he is yielding water, open and raw, giving all of himself.
in truth, he chose tighnari long before this night. perhaps he chose him the moment they met, when tighnari opened his mouth and sharp spines came out, witty and biting. ]
[ and like that - tighnari thinks. he has chosen, and been chosen. words are easy to say. just words alone would have been kind. cyno is devastating. no mortal man should bear to behold it: pupils blown like scarlet nebulae in a far-off galaxy. pale hair spread amongst palm like the silverine edges of a jagged halo. gaze flint-eyed and relentless, carrying within it a heart made of solid stone. no creature ought to face the untarnished decree of cyno's soul and survive.
tighnari closes his eyes. something warm wells up inside of him. something stings the corners of his eyes. he brings their foreheads together so he can feel the steady weight of cyno beneath him like the thing that bedrock is made of - brimming with a future yet untold. one hand brings cyno's from his hip up to his lips. tighnari kisses the dark shadows of his knuckles, deeply, with unspeakable fondness. he brings cyno's hand to the loose collar of his shirt. ]
[ tighnari hardly needs to ask, but cyno appreciates it nonetheless, the words passing between them, the acknowledgement of the heated tension between them. he wonders, for a moment, if he is not being too hasty - cyno is a careful, cautious man - but then, he has always trusted his intuition, and it has never failed him. he is impulsive only when his gut leads him to be. right now, all of his instinct is bent toward tighnari, his beautiful, kind, razor-witted tighnari, with his sharp smile and his eyes full of starlight. ]
Yes. Please.
[ - is all he need say. tighnari's soft mouth against the cracked ridges of his knuckles brings a burgeoning heat to his stomach, and cyno's lips part in a shuddering sigh. his free hand lifts, hooking behind tighnari's nape to tug him downward so he can kiss him again, with heat, and force, rough fingers sliding into the silk curtain of dark hair, holding tightly. a shiver ripples down cyno's spine. he's lost now, in the taste of tighnari's mouth, the warmth and weight of his body, in the promise of his words, still lingering in cyno's mind. ]
[ someone once said that the beauty of the desert lies in its hidden oasis. tighnari hadn't understood it, at the time. he hadn't known the desert, then. it had been a mere suggestion of a word, vocabulary without meaning, a place so far off that it might as well have been the furthest reach of tighnari's limited world. but tonight, the desert sky is replete with stars. the silverine music of them falls. cyno's hair is a curtain made of it. silver winds through his fingers as cyno presses him down, kisses him like drowning, and part of tighnari thinks - he could drown like this, beneath the heat of cyno's mouth. the desert had been hiding an oasis after all. tighnari has found it.
he has been trained as such. tighnari's mouth moves with the careful slide of lips against lips, punctuated only by the barest hint of teeth. his legs part - he pulls cyno in. cyno is there; cyno is everywhere. but the arch of tighnari's back is one of indulgence, one that tells him that they have all night and the replete darkness to find each other once more. ]
Cyno. [ tighnari says, the words dropped along his lips. ] Cyno, [ he says again, and the long line of his tail sweeps past so that he can carefully divest cyno of what he is wearing. the loose collar of his shirt, the long line of his sash.
the poignant pause of something like pleasure, warm and deep: ] ... you're smiling.
[ their kisses are like a hook right in his ribcage, tugging at his heart. cyno had never considered himself a romantic, but.. in truth, he very much is. for all he is rough on the outside, beneath that steely exterior, cyno is soft as down, warm and welcoming and eager to be loved. he has received precious little of it during the course of his life, and now he finds that he cannot get enough of the feeling. tighnari has grown like a vine under his skin, running through his veins, wrapping around his heart, and cyno is more than happy to submit to it. ]
Am I?
[ he is. his mouth is curved against tighnari's lips, the sound of his own name on tighnari's tongue a pure delight. he allows him to pull away his clothing bit by bit, the cool night air nipping at cyno's bronze skin, raising goosebumps down his forearms. ]
Why wouldn't I be smiling?
[ nudging their noses together, he returns the favor, sliding the silks down off of tighnari's shoulders. his fingers are trembling with the newness of it all, but he doesn't allow it to rock his confidence as he pushes the fabric downwards, past his lover's ribs and down to his hips. ]
[ cyno's hands run down the length of tighnari's side, and tighnari thinks, with a start - that he is wet. there's that tell-tale arousal that has the fur on his tail stand on end, the curl of which winds itself around cyno's ankle as if taking on possessive life of its own - he hasn't felt like this for anyone, not in all of his training, not once.
the thought burns. tighnari's ears are like a canopy as they dip into the kiss that follows, the urgency like a leap to his throat. the thin angle of his canines draw themselves cross cyno's bottom lip, quiet and slow. ]
I like it when you smile. [ is what tighnari says into the gap between them. his silks slide from his arms. they pool along his hips. tighnari lips them so that they're better slotted together, and lets his cheeks flush at the sensation of it - cyno's weight is warm, and his arousal clear. and tighnari; perhaps there is nothing to be embarrassed about after all.
tighnari's lips run themselves over cyno's once more. ]
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I keep thinking this, but you're getting very used to this, aren't you.
[ this: them. ]
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Would you rather I didn't?
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I said no such thing. I hope you were asking that rhetorically, or I will need to show you definitive proof.
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Very well, then. [ and the kiss that he presses against cyno's lips speak of the same: trust, and candor, and gentle affection.
this, too, has become familiar. ]
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with a low, soft hum in his throat, cyno presses back into the kiss, hitching tighnari a little more tightly into his arms, tilting his head to slot their mouths more neatly together. the night is quiet around them, the oasis is peaceful, and tighnari feels so warm in his arms, so soft. ]
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he sighs into the kiss. the night is sweeter for it. cyno is desert, and oasis, and the musk of something spiced. behind him, his tail begins, once more, to wag. ]
Heh. I rest my argument.
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[ nudging his nose against tighnari's cheek, he presses kisses to the tender space where jaw and throat meet, inhaling the comforting scent of his skin and hair. ]
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the place where cyno kissed feels warm. his tail curls for it. ]
- ah. [ a second laugh. ] That tickles. You have a knack for finding weakness here, too, I take it.
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his body shakes with it, that kind of laughter. ]
Alright, alright, I concede on this too - Cyno.
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How am I going to get anywhere with you, when everything tickles?
[ said through a chuckle of his own, as he pulls his head back to look into tighnari's face. ]
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how strange, that the world seems different than it's ever been. ]
You'll simply have to go slow, then. [ the cant of his head, however, is acquiescence - he presses a kiss to cyno's lips, and then, like a full-body sigh, settles against him. ] I will miss you after all. It'll have been a while since we've last gone our separate ways.
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[ his mouth curves against tighnari's, and when that weight slumps against him cyno gathers it up in his arms, both hands smoothing down tighnari's back, to the base of his tail. once more he dips his head, nudging tighnari's chin up with his nose, dragging a slow, deliberate trail of kisses down the sleek tendon of his throat. the pad of one thumb rubs circles at the space where skin gives way to soft fur. ]
Better?
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better, he thinks, doesn't begin to put it. warmth curls in him. the desire is languid beneath the stars. he draws cyno in so he can laugh again, a single kiss pressed where his ear meets jaw. ]
Better. Though you seem intent on etching your memory into my skin. [ tighnari's hands gently draw up the contours of cyno's face. his fingers rest, with affection, palm against cheek, along the edges of his eyes. ]
Well, I always knew that 'slow' wouldn't work with you.
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truly, tighnari's presence is a sweet balm, and despite the relatively short amount of time they have known one another, in the grand scheme of things, cyno is utterly devoted. ]
Well, you did say you will miss me. [ he says, savoring that shiver, his thumb continuing to roll in slow, gentle strokes. cyno turns his head, pressing kisses to the inside of tighnari's soft palm, where calluses are just beginning to form. ] But I'm a patient man when I need to be.
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of course, he laughs. tighnari can't not. ]
Is this you showing patience? [ but tighnari leans in anyway, to press another kiss to the corner of cyno's mouth. he feels warm; he feels full. ]
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[ there's certainly no denying tighnari's beauty, his soft, delicate features, his glossy hair and fur, his long, lean limbs.. cyno was captivated from the onset, and falling for him was all too easy. far more attractive than tighnari's lovely eyes and soft mouth is his demeanor, his sharp tongue, his wicked intelligence, his fearlessness. from the moment they met, cyno was doomed. and what an odd feeling it is. cyno works with people often, meets with new faces and old, yet no one has ever ensnared him like this.
turning his head, he chases tighnari's lips with his own, pressing a little more firmly, a little more insistently, a low sound rumbling in his chest. his voice is a deep, soft whisper against tighnari's mouth. ]
But I'd wait a lifetime for you, if need be.
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he allows their lips to meet. he takes the kiss shockingly deep. tighnari tips his head against cyno's, and rolls him onto his back. the long length of his pale limbs spill over cyno's hips. his hair carves down like a waterfall. tighnari breathes out. ]
I am yours. But I've never been more yours than this moment, I think. [ he looks to him. his eyes are a pool of green moonlight. ] Cyno.
[ his hand lingers down. his thumb draws a line across the kiss-bruised swell of cyno's lips. ] I choose you. I'd like you to choose me.
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I choose you.
[ cyno's voice has gone rough as gravel rubbing at his throat, his slit pupils blown wide in their scarlet wreaths, fixed on tighnari's face. how beautiful he looks, with his hair like dark curtains around his lovely face, his fair skin glowing in the moonlight. the words are easy to say. they spill from him freely, cyno's heart offered up in his hands, tender and bleeding. he trusts tighnari with it. the general mahamatra is a hard man, forged of steel and sand and blood, yet in this moment he is yielding water, open and raw, giving all of himself.
in truth, he chose tighnari long before this night. perhaps he chose him the moment they met, when tighnari opened his mouth and sharp spines came out, witty and biting. ]
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tighnari closes his eyes. something warm wells up inside of him. something stings the corners of his eyes. he brings their foreheads together so he can feel the steady weight of cyno beneath him like the thing that bedrock is made of - brimming with a future yet untold. one hand brings cyno's from his hip up to his lips. tighnari kisses the dark shadows of his knuckles, deeply, with unspeakable fondness. he brings cyno's hand to the loose collar of his shirt. ]
I want you. Can we?
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Yes. Please.
[ - is all he need say. tighnari's soft mouth against the cracked ridges of his knuckles brings a burgeoning heat to his stomach, and cyno's lips part in a shuddering sigh. his free hand lifts, hooking behind tighnari's nape to tug him downward so he can kiss him again, with heat, and force, rough fingers sliding into the silk curtain of dark hair, holding tightly. a shiver ripples down cyno's spine. he's lost now, in the taste of tighnari's mouth, the warmth and weight of his body, in the promise of his words, still lingering in cyno's mind. ]
WHEEZES BLOOD
he has been trained as such. tighnari's mouth moves with the careful slide of lips against lips, punctuated only by the barest hint of teeth. his legs part - he pulls cyno in. cyno is there; cyno is everywhere. but the arch of tighnari's back is one of indulgence, one that tells him that they have all night and the replete darkness to find each other once more. ]
Cyno. [ tighnari says, the words dropped along his lips. ] Cyno, [ he says again, and the long line of his tail sweeps past so that he can carefully divest cyno of what he is wearing. the loose collar of his shirt, the long line of his sash.
the poignant pause of something like pleasure, warm and deep: ] ... you're smiling.
yells into my hands with glee
Am I?
[ he is. his mouth is curved against tighnari's lips, the sound of his own name on tighnari's tongue a pure delight. he allows him to pull away his clothing bit by bit, the cool night air nipping at cyno's bronze skin, raising goosebumps down his forearms. ]
Why wouldn't I be smiling?
[ nudging their noses together, he returns the favor, sliding the silks down off of tighnari's shoulders. his fingers are trembling with the newness of it all, but he doesn't allow it to rock his confidence as he pushes the fabric downwards, past his lover's ribs and down to his hips. ]
launches into ur arms
the thought burns. tighnari's ears are like a canopy as they dip into the kiss that follows, the urgency like a leap to his throat. the thin angle of his canines draw themselves cross cyno's bottom lip, quiet and slow. ]
I like it when you smile. [ is what tighnari says into the gap between them. his silks slide from his arms. they pool along his hips. tighnari lips them so that they're better slotted together, and lets his cheeks flush at the sensation of it - cyno's weight is warm, and his arousal clear. and tighnari; perhaps there is nothing to be embarrassed about after all.
tighnari's lips run themselves over cyno's once more. ]
... would you like me to ride?
swings u in circles
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a literal thousand years later...
touches ur paws with my paws..
skips thru a field with our paws joined