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. ]
[ cyno, on the other hand, has very little experience beyond what he had already told tighnari - a single relationship gone sour, ending in painful betrayal and a lesson learned. it occurs to him that tighnari might be no different, might have been trained to crawl under his skin and into his heart in order to manipulate him, one agent in a sea of many who would choose to bend the general mahamatra to their will.
but there is trust between them, a deep and ferocious trust that cyno has leaned on fully. if this is a trap, then he is falling willingly. happily. with open arms. they kiss, and cyno is lost in the feeling of it, never entertaining the thought that this could be anything but pure and real. tighnari looks and feels and tastes so beautiful that it's almost painful. and those words -
a jolt of anticipation stabs directly into his loins; he's already half hard, pressed between tighnari's soft, welcoming thighs. ]
Yes - he exhales the words breathlessly, his hands dropping to tighnari's knees and sliding upward, rucking the silks around his wrists as he crests those warm thighs. ] But, I - first.. first I want to touch you.
[ to feel every inch of him. to know his most sensitive, tender weaknesses. ]
[ i want to touch you, cyno says. the words ought not embarrass. but it's like cyno to be tender. tighnari has learned this over the months of being with him - eating at his table, sleeping in his bed, hands running over the long, taut length of his back in their bath as they spoke long into the night. and that's the thing, with cyno - that every belief, every word is held to such a sacred standard that tighnari wonders if there are religions less pious. gods less unfaltering.
it means cyno's desires have a purity that only means a love loved once - that each betrayal is etched into his skin like scars. suddenly, tighnari feels fiercely protective of this man. it has him lowering his head just so as he breathes into his kiss. tighnari's hands take cyno's callused ones in his. he brings the flat, warm lines of his palms to tighnari's hips. ]
has he ever wanted anything more? cyno is not a selfish man, nor is he particularly enchanted by the thought of silks and riches, the things many men covet. all he has ever truly wanted for himself is belonging, a place that feels like home, companionship, love in any of its many forms. tighnari has offered all of this and more to him. it feels like a dream.
with a rough exhale, cyno's fingers sink against tighnari's skin, pressing into the flesh of his backside as he pulls tighnari's hips downward, dragging their bodies together in a way that makes heat pool in his gut. no more words. he rushes upward to kiss that soft mouth again, and given permission now his hands begin to move. one roves along tighnari's lower back, teasing at the base of his tail, while the other drags down the outside of his thigh, before curling around to smooth along the inside, the cream of tighnari's skin so yielding beneath his touch.
he's only marginally nervous as his fingers dip between tighnari's legs, through flimst fabric, to touch where he is warm and slick. ]
[ cyno pulls him downwards like drowning. tighnari allows it. in cyno's arms, he is kissed, and he is touched. neither word encompasses tighnari's own role in both: the kiss returned, the touch arched into with the languid stretch of a creature made for flesh and pleasure. tighnari's body shivers at it, the touch upon his tail. his legs yield before it. cyno's fingers dip into the warmth of his entrance, and tighnari lets out a sound of warm pleasure, of satisfaction found and remembered.
cyno is warm.
tighnari's mouth finds his lips once more, kissing him long and deep as he shifts his hips upwards so that cyno's fingers can find purchase. he is panting as he tips his head back, a plea and demand in turn, even as his lips curl with it: ]
Shall I show you how? [ because he's not tighnari if he doesn't tease. ]
[ oh he's a tease all right, and it's enough to make cyno's cheeks darken, a flush creeping up his neck that has nothing to do with the situation they're currently in.
and of course, he takes it all too seriously, his fingers stilling where they are as his eyes meet tighnari's. ]
Not good?
[ he knows full well that he doesn't have much experience, and it's crucial that he's able to please tighnari, that this is good for both of them. ]
[ tighnari's ears flick as he gives cyno a droll look, one that has him shifting his hips in his hold. it's good - it feels good, but tighnari had felt that tentative slide of cyno's fingers, and had known what it meant.
cyno is considerate, and it's likely this is his first in quite some time. tighnari arches his back the way you would draw a bow, lean long lines as he reaches down to position cyno's fingers just so. ]
Watch. [ tighnari says, and sinks down onto cyno's fingers with a soft gasp. ]
[ watch. cyno pays close attention as tighnari guides his fingers, feeling the entire way. the skin between tighnari's thighs is velvety soft, warm and slick and inviting, and when his fingers sink into his body cyno has to bite his lip to contain the noise that bubbles up from his chest.
dipping his head, cyno touches his brow to tighnari's, closing his eyes and breathing his air, the desert air beginning to cool around them. with guidance, his fingers begin to move, sinking deep before sliding out to the second knuckle, then pressing in again, massaging the silky passage that clutches so tightly.
gods, the eroticism of the moment is nearly enough to overwhelm. heat is stirring in cyno's gut, bleeding through his body as he steadily establishes a rhythm. ]
[ cyno is a pleasure. within moments, his fingers begin to fuck tighnari open, slick and sinuous and slow. it's not just the sensation, tighnari thinks, as he leans forward and catches the tip of cyno's nose with his lips, a teasing press of a kiss that trails down into something sensual and warm along the long, dark line of his neck. tighnari loves the way he has leaned in and closed his eyes, the way he savours each stroke of his fingers as if he wants this last.
this: foreplay, delayed gratification. tighnari's heart swells with affection for this man. he loves him. it's such an odd thing to quantify. ]
Feels even better on the receiving end. [ tighnari sinks down again. he maneuvers his hips until cyno's fingers reach deep into him just so, elicting a soft gasp, heat and pleasure all rolled into one. ] What clever fingers, Mahamatra Cyno.
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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
but there is trust between them, a deep and ferocious trust that cyno has leaned on fully. if this is a trap, then he is falling willingly. happily. with open arms. they kiss, and cyno is lost in the feeling of it, never entertaining the thought that this could be anything but pure and real. tighnari looks and feels and tastes so beautiful that it's almost painful. and those words -
a jolt of anticipation stabs directly into his loins; he's already half hard, pressed between tighnari's soft, welcoming thighs. ]
Yes - he exhales the words breathlessly, his hands dropping to tighnari's knees and sliding upward, rucking the silks around his wrists as he crests those warm thighs. ] But, I - first.. first I want to touch you.
[ to feel every inch of him. to know his most sensitive, tender weaknesses. ]
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it means cyno's desires have a purity that only means a love loved once - that each betrayal is etched into his skin like scars. suddenly, tighnari feels fiercely protective of this man. it has him lowering his head just so as he breathes into his kiss. tighnari's hands take cyno's callused ones in his. he brings the flat, warm lines of his palms to tighnari's hips. ]
Touch me, then.
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has he ever wanted anything more? cyno is not a selfish man, nor is he particularly enchanted by the thought of silks and riches, the things many men covet. all he has ever truly wanted for himself is belonging, a place that feels like home, companionship, love in any of its many forms. tighnari has offered all of this and more to him. it feels like a dream.
with a rough exhale, cyno's fingers sink against tighnari's skin, pressing into the flesh of his backside as he pulls tighnari's hips downward, dragging their bodies together in a way that makes heat pool in his gut. no more words. he rushes upward to kiss that soft mouth again, and given permission now his hands begin to move. one roves along tighnari's lower back, teasing at the base of his tail, while the other drags down the outside of his thigh, before curling around to smooth along the inside, the cream of tighnari's skin so yielding beneath his touch.
he's only marginally nervous as his fingers dip between tighnari's legs, through flimst fabric, to touch where he is warm and slick. ]
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cyno is warm.
tighnari's mouth finds his lips once more, kissing him long and deep as he shifts his hips upwards so that cyno's fingers can find purchase. he is panting as he tips his head back, a plea and demand in turn, even as his lips curl with it: ]
Shall I show you how? [ because he's not tighnari if he doesn't tease. ]
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and of course, he takes it all too seriously, his fingers stilling where they are as his eyes meet tighnari's. ]
Not good?
[ he knows full well that he doesn't have much experience, and it's crucial that he's able to please tighnari, that this is good for both of them. ]
Show me.
a literal thousand years later...
[ tighnari's ears flick as he gives cyno a droll look, one that has him shifting his hips in his hold. it's good - it feels good, but tighnari had felt that tentative slide of cyno's fingers, and had known what it meant.
cyno is considerate, and it's likely this is his first in quite some time. tighnari arches his back the way you would draw a bow, lean long lines as he reaches down to position cyno's fingers just so. ]
Watch. [ tighnari says, and sinks down onto cyno's fingers with a soft gasp. ]
touches ur paws with my paws..
dipping his head, cyno touches his brow to tighnari's, closing his eyes and breathing his air, the desert air beginning to cool around them. with guidance, his fingers begin to move, sinking deep before sliding out to the second knuckle, then pressing in again, massaging the silky passage that clutches so tightly.
gods, the eroticism of the moment is nearly enough to overwhelm. heat is stirring in cyno's gut, bleeding through his body as he steadily establishes a rhythm. ]
.. feels good.
skips thru a field with our paws joined
this: foreplay, delayed gratification. tighnari's heart swells with affection for this man. he loves him. it's such an odd thing to quantify. ]
Feels even better on the receiving end. [ tighnari sinks down again. he maneuvers his hips until cyno's fingers reach deep into him just so, elicting a soft gasp, heat and pleasure all rolled into one. ] What clever fingers, Mahamatra Cyno.