[ 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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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.