[ 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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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. ]
no subject
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.
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.