[ 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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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.