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for @suffusion

[ the forest is quiet.

cyno knows these woods like the back of his hand. he knows all of sumeru, has trekked nearly every inch of it - nearly - for he fears no beast, nor the darkness of the unknown. his work takes him all over the land, through the deserts and forests alike, and though he works for no one, he does not hurt for mora, for cyno is the most gifted hunter and tracker in sumeru. no quarry has ever escaped him, and he has never failed to deliver on any job. this job will be no different.

it isn't an easy hunt. not only is this area of the forest unfamiliar to him, but his prey is sharp and smart, with an incredible sense of hearing. cyno's footsteps are all but silent, but the sensitive ears of the witch can detect him even at his most stealthy. it's fine. he's brought in difficult prey before. if stealth could only get him so far, he has other methods, though he must take care - should the rumors prove true, this witch is powerful, tricky, wise, and cyno could easily find himself on the wrong end of his quarry's wrath. but he was ready for a fight, if it came to it, and it would.

for five days he simply watches. listens. the witch hears him, he knows, but cyno is well hidden, and cannot be found. he scales the trees and watches from the branches, stock still, his clothing camouflaged, his pale white hair tied up and rubbed with charcoal to keep it from standing out. for hours he sits, vigilant, watchful, learning the witch's patterns and strengths, behaviors, taking their measure, and even that is not easy, but cyno learns over time that his adversary favors the bow and dendro magicks, that they know the forest well, and make use of all of its parts. in the end, cyno can only hope to overpower them by force and speed alone, striking fast, getting in close before the bow can be drawn on him. it'll have to be enough, with the element of surprise unavailable to him. but he'll use the tools he has.

his eyesight, for example, sharp in the night. his keen sense of smell. his own good hearing, and his powers of observation. his patience.

cyno strikes in the night, when the witch is far from their hut, gathering samples of bioluminescent moss. he's fast as a bolt of lightning, moving comfortably in darkness, taking them from behind and knocking them to the loamy earth, with his spearhead at their throat. ]

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[though cyno's stony exterior seemed very apparent in their first meeting, even the second time had been similar as well... he had never really thought he'd see such a smile directed his way. especially a smile of this kind. a smile he almost wants to reach out and touch. his heart flutters at those words, turning his gaze down with another contemplating hum.]

You're willing to wait that long?

[ for someone like me? tentatively, he leans a little against him rather than it being a simple brush. his tail hangs low, ends twitching while his ears fold back into the depths of his dark hair. someone like cyno, who seemed icy and cold for an exterior and yet... so kind, warm, gentle inside... surely he deserves better. tighnari didn't have a lot of freedom- he could be happier elsewhere.

even as he confirms that he'd wait as long as tighnari needed... thumbs rub soothingly along the petals of the yellow cactus flower, imagining it to be the huntsman's bronzed skin instead. how warm his face would likely be beneath his touch and yet he does not fall into such curiosity or temptations. he merely keeps the familiar distance that neither seems to wish to breach. ]

Is that a promise? [ this time, he turns his head with one ear flicking forward, lips quirked in what seems to be an airy light tease. as if joking when he asks. after all, there's no way he would promise on something like that, right? it's silly to even consider. ] Just kidding. You don't need to answer that.

[ the tension between them is sweet as sin, and cyno leans into it without thinking, his eyelids lowering as tighnari draws in nearer still, nearly leaning into him. does he think cyno is a font of self-control? that he can stand to have tighnari so near without reaching for him? cyno's body tightens up, his jaw working as he clenches his teeth. ]

Yes.

[ an answer to both questions, though tighnari had attempted to brush off the second, cyno needed him to know it was true, to understand how valued he is, how close cyno feels to him. long visits and countless letters have built this thing between them slowly but surely, and now it threatens to erupt, the molten magma of cyno's affections roiling beneath the surface, eager to burst free. the movement of tighnari's fingers snatches his attention, cyno's gaze flickering down, then up again, his hand coming to rest against the top of the desk and then, after a moment, his rough fingers brush tighnari's. ]

It's a promise.

[ tighnari is worth waiting for. ]

[ perhaps he does. or maybe he wants to test what.. this is a little. if he's the only one feeling how strongly drawn he is to the other man. the distance growing shorter ever so slightly with their words quietening nearly to a whisper. as if meant for only one another. an ear flicks idly, cradling that flower until he sets it inside its own encased glass for temporary protection.

he only just draws his hand back to rest on the wood when cyno's own fingers brush over his. when they do, his hand carefully turns over so cyno's touch end up over tighnari's palm. he watches their hands for a moment, their bodies being close enough that his tail hooks a little around cyno's own. ]

Really?

[ when he lifts his head again, bright hazel meet with those scarlet red and find they're a lot closer than he had initially thought. it sends his heart in a tumble, racing a bit rapidly in the depths of his chest. and yet, instead of leaning away, instead of stepping back to put some space between them - he stays where he is, fingers curling around cyno's own.

his other hand raises, sweeping some strands of white hair aside as fingers brush over cyno's cheek. ]

Then, I'll be sure to check up on that promise when the time comes.

[ cyno's heart is in his throat.

gods, he feels foolish, like a young idiot in love rather than a reasonable, level-headed adult; tighnari makes him feel like a young man again, in the throes of his first romance, like a reckless first-year buck in spring. his face and ears feel warm, his heart fluttering like a pinned crystalfly beating its wings against his ribs. one would think he was sixteen years old again. it's embarrassing, really.

thankfully tighnari cannot read his thoughts, though they are partly visible in his eyes, and in his body language as he swallows thickly, opening his mouth to speak.. until tighnari's warm fingers brush his skin as he pushes cyno's hair aside. goosebumps sweep down his forearms. ]

Good. See that you do.

[ despite himself, cyno leans his head aside, until his cheek presses to tighnari's warm palm, his eyelids flickering low. ]

Tighnari, I - [ he starts, then hesitates, struggling to find the words. summoning his ferocious boldness, cyno slips his fingers through tighnari's, his free hand lifting to tighnari's wrist, thumb coasting along the delicate skin on its underside. ] You have.. no idea how grateful I am to know you.

[ It's strange. how tighnari knows for a fact he has never felt this way towards anyone, just a warm buzzing feeling that sparks up in the other man's presence. and yet how it also feels as if it's always been there. to think there had been a time where he didn't cradle these emotions so gingerly close to his chest.

ears perk forward as the other man starts, hanging on nearly word. his tail curls more firmly around cyno's own, finding his hand that holds his cheek to be just as warm as he thought it would be. a thumb brushes over skin, tracing the area close to his eye. there's that temptation again. a lingering desire to bring that face closer to his, and yet settles on merely keeping his hand there. ]

...You know, the forest here often speaks tales of fate. I never quite understood what it must be like. [ when those fingers intertwine with his own does he gingerly squeeze that hand back. his ears flutter back at the thumb ghosting over his wrist, a shiver making its way down his spine as he takes in a quiet breath.

his words come to a pause, swallowing again before he continues with a light tilt of his head. ] But I think I do understand it now.

[ which is to say, he does feel the same way. that he was grateful that cyno was here now. that whatever led up to the moment of their meeting, he is grateful for it too. ]

[ at that, cyno chuckles - it's a soft sound, quiet, almost like a gentle exhale, his eyes softening around the edges. ]

Fate, hmm..?

[ cyno isn't sure about his feelings, when it comes to things like fate, and destiny. he prefers to think that his choices matter, that he is walking his own path, yet at the same time there is something incredibly romantic about the idea that they were perhaps destined to meet, that all the strange nostalgia between them means something. that the breathless flutter in his chest isn't a simple, silly crush, but something more, something meaningful.

tighnari doesn't pull away, so cyno closes his eyes and allows himself to drink in the fox's calm, comforting presence, leaning his head forward until their brows touch, their breath mingling. ]

So you think this is fate, then? I tried to kill you, lest you forget.

[ cyno's smile curves, his hand sliding down tighnari's forearm to drop away, landing at his side to gently scoop him nearer. ]

The people accused me of being bespelled by you. Perhaps they were right.

[ their foreheads meet in a gentle knock, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle with mirth. the distant so close he can feel the other's breath with his own. feeling it in the light puff of a chuckle that escapes the jackal. the warmth that dances beneath his fingertips, that he cradles close is akin to the touch of sunlight on his skin.

tighnari did often think that only a few things seem to be set in stone. even if he has had a decision on some of the things that have happened throughout his own life, but with this... how else could he explain this feeling? burning warmly, a gentle fire coaxed that only gets stronger with each meeting.. with each word. a sensation that it has been here much longer than they've lived. though evidence says one thing, his heart feels another. of course, he is the kind of person that likes to find the knowledge to support his findings.

whatever it is, it is something he cannot ignore. just as he's scooped closer, his hand at that cheek trails into white locks of hair. ]

You in fact did try to kill me. I vividly remember every detail down to how it felt to have your claws wrapped around me.

[ his tone has an airy touch to it, featherlight and teasing. the moment then had been a shock to him, grew a deep dreadful fear he had not thought he would ever feel. and yet, here he was being held by the most gentlest of touch. a strong complete different contrast to that day. his brow gently raises when those that sent the man his way get mentioned. ]

Did they now? Certainly it would be an easy feat for a cunning fox like myself to put you under such a spell.

[ tighnari knows he did no such thing, his interests and duties as a witch of this forest would never dabble in such crafting. but he plays along nevertheless as his gaze twinkles with amusement.]

[ this feels so right. so natural. tighnari fits perfectly in the curve of his arm, as if he were built to be there, and their tails hook together in a way that feels both intimate and sweet, that warms his blood. a puff of breath, and cyno smiles mildly; he remembers it too, how tighnari yielded beneath the power of hermanubis, so strong, and yet so fragile beneath his crackling, powerful claws. but he hadn't been able to do it, hadn't finished the job. he had weighed tighnari's heart on the sacred scales that day and had not found him lacking.

tighnari's slim fingers slip into cyno's thick, pale hair, and he closes his eyes to better drink in the sensation, a sound like a purr rolling in his chest, low and rumbling, contented. ]

Mm. You certainly make it seem effortless.

[ tighnari overcame him with ease, tangling cyno in his web until he went slack with compliance, bending to his will. cyno may be the more physically powerful, but tighnari has him on his knees, aching and begging, leaning into his warmth with silent urgency. what a beautiful feeling it is, to be falling in love. he doesn't fight it.

nudging his head forward, cyno drags his mouth along tighnari's cheek, feeling the too-soft texture of his skin. ]

'Nari.. [ his voice, by now, is a whisper. the nickname comes for the first time, but he says it easily, the sound rolling off of his tongue. ] Would you indulge me?

[ that hand raises higher, thumb smoothing over the shell of a furred white ear. an area that seems so vulnerable to allow anyone to be near. which is why he is careful, gentle, testing a little to see if cyno will allow it. though, quite frankly, cyno has been allowing a lot of things more and more. but he wants to be sure. needs to be sure for himself. the rest of his fingers rub over his scalp in a massaging gesture. ]

I almost wonder if I'm under a spell myself.

[ as he drinks in his warm company, finding just a small taste was enough to almost break the dam. to have the arm fitted against him, slotting their bodies close together, and a tangle of tails that have no interest in dentangling one another from. tighnari has most certainly fallen in love, but the thing is he has fallen quite hard.

his head tilts with a fluttering close of his eyes, ears folding back with a hum that emits from the back of his throat. the almost tickling sensation of lips along skin that have his body nearly melting to it. his words sound breathy when he manages to find his voice. ]

Anything. [ for cyno, he would allow him to indulge in anything. he would give and offer him whatever he desired, especially now. especially as a warmth blossomed under his skin, while his nerves feel alight when sound of that nickname reach his hearing. at this point, there was nothing tighnari wouldn't give him. ]

[ anything, tighnari says, and cyno wonders if he means that, for there is so much that cyno could take, greedy as he is for tighnari's love, his touch. but there's one thing he wants above all else, and without another moment's hesitation, he takes it.

they're so close now that it hardly takes any effort at all to turn his head just enough to press their mouths together, kissing tighnari sweetly and almost chastely, but fully, their lips slotting together as perfectly as all the rest of them. at the touch, his pulse immediately spikes, a surge of affection raging in his breast as his arm tightens, pulling tighnari flush against him. his free hand slides behind tighnari's nape, cradling his head and neck in his rough palm as he tilts his head, and presses for more.

cyno feels dizzy, his head full of static cotton. the brush of tighnari's thumb against his ear makes him shiver visibly, his breath rushing and his heart leaping. tighnari is touching a delicate, tender place, but cyno is allowing it, as he allows everything that tighnari requests of him, for there is nothing he would not give him.

rubbing his thumb in circles against the space behind tighnari's jaw, cyno rumbles low in his chest, the sound rolling into their kiss, and when at last he breaks away he still remains close, their lips still touching, breath mingling, his nose butting up alongside tighnari's like an affectionate pup.

for now, he says nothing. there's no need. ]

[ the press and fullness of that mouth against his own has a soft surprised sound emitting from the fox. however, tighnari does not pull away, he melts into it as he has to every single of cyno's touch. one hand gingerly cradles that soft ear into his palm, thumbing along the curve of it while he buries his other hand in soft white locks of hair. his body reacts as if he's a man parched and has had his first drink in days.

it's all so new to him. and yet cyno guides him into it, pressing until every curve of his body is slotted against cyno's own. it sends a thrill through his body, a heat pooling at the depths of his stomach that has his body shivering. tighnari feels every single breath that gets taken by the jackal, sharing everything with him.

his face feels incredibly flushed beneath all the adoring affection, cheeks heated with color having blossomed on his cheeks. a more than notable red that shows on his skin. fangs lightly graze along cyno's lips as they break away, finding the temptation to kiss again. to take even more. it's a feeling of greed and need that he feels so strongly in every single inch of his body. yet there's something instinctual that craves for more. affection and love bubbling in his chest when their noses butt together, causing the corner of his eyes to crinkle with mirth. being this close, tighnari can hardly hide the purr that rumbles from his throat. the way his tail sways even from where it is tangled around cyno's own.

it's that same need that has him nuzzling into cyno, a silent request when he lightly nips at the man's bottom lip. fingers tightening just a fraction in white hair to show that he wants to keep him here, just like this. aware of the firmness and warmth of the man's body flush against his own. there are no words but they don't need them anyways, it is said silently in every touch between them. ]

[ cyno wouldn't call himself terribly experienced, even if this is not his first kiss, but in the grand scheme of things it might as well be. the sheer power of attraction he feels between them is enough to take his breath away, and cyno craves more of it, just as tighnari does.

so they remain close, drinking up one another's presence, starved for love and affection, gorging themselves on each other. tighnari begins to purr, and cyno's mouth curves into a soft smile at the sound, his own chest rumbling as he gave an affectionate chuff, his tail tightening around tighnari's.

after a moment, cyno pulls back just enough to look tighnari in the face, cradling his jaw against his palm. ]

Mm. I could get used to this.

[ he looks pleased, content in a way that cyno rarely ever is. nestled here in the depths of the forest, he feels safe in a way that he never feels anywhere else. but he wants more, still, so after only a moment's time he kisses tighnari again, a little more firmly this time, with more confidence, but no less tenderness. ]

[ there's something very vulnerable with cyno pulling back and peering into his face right at this moment. his lashes flutter, ears flickering back with a deeper flush adorning his cheeks. it isn't often that tighnari gets flustered like this, so exposed and caught off guard. even as that palm cradles his cheek does his gaze glance briefly to the side.

and yet those words draw his gaze back, at those warm scarlet red. he swallows thickly, taking in that contentment that glows on the other man's face. one hand draws back down to settle over cyno's own on his face, holding it firmly. as if cyno right here was his anchor, his lifeline. ah, he really has fallen so hard, hasn't he? he isn't sure if he can let this go now that he has it. ]

Could you?

[ to get used to this... here, with someone of his kind. it has his heart dancing within the cage of his chest, welcoming the kiss that cyno treats him to. it sends a spark, like an electrifying touch that courses through his body. tighnari follows that guidance, kissing back with a tilt of his head to deepen it.

every touch, every kiss - it unravels tighnari, makes a mess of him. but it's the kind that has him craving for more. no matter how disheveled it may leave him, vulnerable and exposed... if it was cyno, he was willing to show every side of himself to him. ]

[ cyno does not miss the way tighnari glances away from him almost shyly, and part of him is curious - is all of this.. entirely new, for him? has tighnari ever been kissed? they've spent many long hours together, and written heaps of letters, but there's still much about tighnari's past that cyno does not know. he's fully and truly in love with this man, but there is still a decent amount of mystery between them. so much he wants to ask. to know.

but for now - kissing. it feels right and good, and cyno craves more of it, especially when tighnari tilts his head and parts his soft lips, welcoming cyno further. he hums into the kiss, a low, rough sound as his arm around tighnari tightens, crushing their bodies together, heat sparking and roiling in his belly. they've been building to this for some time now, and to finally see it all come to fruition now.. gods, how good it is.

slipping his fingers into tighnari's silken hair, cyno coaxes his partner's lips a little further open, so his tongue can glide past them, dipping into tighnari's mouth to taste him, to take their kiss further still. ]

'Nari.. [ he whispers, both of his ears swiveling back as a shiver ripples down his spine. their lips part again, but only enough to get words and breath between them. ] .. is this all right?

[ tighnari has been relying on cyno's lead, the way he guides them together, and any instinctual need that happens to flare up. a noise escapes him at the crush of their bodies and his lips part in another breath. it's dizzying, and so so sweet. the coaxing runs a chill down his spine with his body shuddering in turn. and yet it's that tongue licking past his lips that tug another sweet noise out of the fox.

his eyes flutter to a complete close, relying on his other senses. the heat of that body against his own, the taste of cyno against his lips, the smell of sunlight and spices that fill his nose. one hand glides over the front of the other man's chest, running a palm over his torso until he teases at the ends of his shirt with the desire to feel more. ]

..Yes-- Yes. [ of course. the words hang at the tip of his tongue, ready to spill that this is more than alright. that he's always had fleeting thoughts of how it would feel. how cyno would feel against him like this, to finally feel and taste his lips on his own. his body feels hot, breath shaky as he exhales another breath and his half-lidded gaze peeks at him. ]

I.. [ his words fumble, nosing against his cheek until he brings their lips close together again. don't stop, he doesn't say, keep going, he wants to whisper under his breath. and yet, he doesn't voice it out loud, he expresses it in the way he tightens his hold on cyno. leaning in to taste his partner again. ]

[ tighnari is so wonderfully responsive, and cyno drinks it all up like a man parched, tasting every sweet sound that tighnari makes, reveling in the way their bodies align, how tighnari arches against him as if he cannot get enough. yes, he says, and cyno feels the knot in his chest loosen, the slight worry that he was being too pushy, that he might've been asking too much of tighnari.

but the fox is all but melting into him, their kisses growing deeper, hotter, a little more desperate with every passing second. he feels the way tighnari's hands move over the hard planes of his chest, seeking, exploring, and cyno arches into the touch, eager to feel those slim fingers against his skin. he hums into their kiss, his grasp on tighnari tightening, squeezing, coaxing until he's pulled the witch right into his lap, where he's slipped up onto the side of the desk.

dragging his teeth along tighnari's lower lip, cyno breaks the kiss again, but only so he can drag his mouth along tighnari's delicate jawline and down the side of his throat, nosing at his collar. ]

We should - [ he starts, his breath gusting hot, his hands now roving down tighnari's back, eager to feel the heat of his body beneath his clothing. he lifts his head again, chasing tighnari's lips for another kiss. ] Not here..

[ collei is asleep, but there's no telling whether she'll wake in the middle of the night, and while he's sure she'd be terribly pleased that they've.. taken the next step, he doesn't need her seeing this. ]

Tell me what you want.

[ there's only a slight jolt of surprise when he's coaxed onto the other man's lap, causing his tail to untangle with a quick flick. his cheeks burn hotter, springing the fox into another fluster as he tries not to focus too heavily on the position he finds himself in. long dark ears fold back into the depths of his hair, arms winding themselves around cyno's neck to keep himself steady.

his head starts to tilt, revealing more of his skin when lips begin to map along his jawline and throat. his tail lowers to hook itself around cyno's leg now, brushing fur along it. tighnari swallows again, breathing shakily while his back arches deliciously to those hands that glide over his own back. his gaze flutters while their lips meet again, nodding at the indication of those words. no, not here, distantly he thinks his own bedroom-- on the other side of the hut but, that only adds more fire to his chest when his gaze flickers in its direction.

after all collei is still in his care, and he shares the same thoughts that he doesn't want her to hear or stumble upon and see them like this. his gaze is drawn back to cyno when the man chases for another kiss. ... what tighnari wanted? he blinks slowly, gaze bright and yet with a burning heat, watching under his lashes when those lips press chastely and sweet against his own. when he finds his words it's in a quiet whisper. ]

You. I want... [ one ear flops to the side, the other flicking as that heat continues to burn on his cheeks to voice his desires out loud is... ] I want you.

[ in the end, he'll take whatever cyno is willing to give him. willing to offer. but to put it simply what it is he wants... over all, right in this moment, it's the jackal who holds him so strongly, kisses him with a burning beginning passion and yet with a caressing gentleness. tighnari simply wants him. ]

[ that's all cyno really needs to hear. he just needs to be sure. to know this is what they both want, however far they do or do not go. should tighnari simply want to lie in bed together and talk, kiss, laugh.. that would also be perfectly fine.

but not here. that much they agree on. so cyno snags tighnari behind his knees, locking his thighs more fully around his hips as he straightens up, standing and sweeping tighnari up with him, holding him against his body. cyno knows tighnari's hut, knows where every room is located, and though he has never entered his bedroom, he knows where it is, saw tighnari's eyes flicker briefly toward the door in a way that made his heart leap into his throat.

carefully, he moves them toward it, carrying the fox with him, and all the while he's pressing kisses to tighnari's skin, along his jaw, his mouth, his throat, everywhere he can feasibly reach until they've made it to and through the door, which he closes with his heel behind them.

and then at last they are alone in a quiet, private place.

tipping forward, they spill themselves onto the soft, plush bed, cyno pinning tighnari back, pressing him into the mattress with his weight, their mouths meeting again, cyno's tail lashing behind him as he sinks his teeth deeply into the soft meat of tighnari's lower lip. ]

[ tighnari cuts off the surprised noise that almost squeaks out of him when cyno suddenly stands, tail fluffing out and his legs tightening firmly around that waist with arms keeping their hold. his heart nearly leaps to his throat, racing so rapidly with every step towards his room. though it was a quiet suggestion, cyno still picked up on it, and it has that fire burning stronger in the depths of his stomach. his skin burns with every trailing kiss, shivering and subconsciously exposing more of his neck with a tilt of his head. he buries his face briefly into soft white hair with a rumbling purr sounding from his throat.

tighnari keeps finding his senses being drowned with cyno that he barely registers the quiet click of his door closing, of the man's almost silent steps against the wooden floors until everything tilts. he only has a moment to blink before suddenly his back meets the bed, staring up as cyno's visage enters his view and then his weight and lips are on him again. his tail thumps against the soft mattress sheets, hands raising to cup cyno's face to steady him in place.

though inexperienced, tighnari follows his own instincts to touch and allow his hands the opportunity to map out the feeling of cyno and familiarize himself entirely with it. even if he has to remind himself to not be too loud, keeping his noises and breathy whimpers quiet. ears quiver as they press back, breaking from the kiss to nip at the jackal's jaw, teasing little curious nips and nibbles along the curve of his neck.

there's something.. exciting, about being able to learn what it is that cyno may like and enjoy. so he pays close attention to cyno's own body language, to any sounds that may escape from him as well. ]

[ when tighnari tilts his head to expose his throat, cyno is happy to take advantage, pressing his mouth to delicate skin, his fangs grazing over the fluttering beat of tighnari's pulse. for months, cyno has wanted to know the taste of tighnari's skin, the texture of his lips, and now he is learning it, and more. he's always found himself entranced by tighnari's scent, but now he is intoxicated by it, inhaling it deeply, drunk on his lover and everything about him.

tighnari, too, seemed to burn with curiosity, his soft mouth traveling along cyno's jaw and throat, over the tight black choker he wears, the touch of fangs making him shiver. cyno is not a particularly vocal lover most of the time, but that doesn't mean that tighnari isn't wringing reactions out of him - every touch makes cyno's breath catch and his muscles tense, his body pressing tightly against tighnari's, eager to be as close as he can be.

but cyno is a patient man. he's waited this long, and so he is more than happy to take his time now, to explore tighnari slowly and thoroughly, savoring every kiss, every touch. his hands begin to move, carefully unwrapping the winding fabric of tighnari's top, loosening it up so he can slip his fingers beneath it, pulling it away, exposing bare skin, unfolding tighnari like a gift beneath him.

drawing back, cyno allows his gaze to sweep over tighnari, taking in the sight of him. ]

You're beautiful.

[ cyno's hair spills over his shoulders, a pale curtain around his face as he exhales hard, both hands gliding along tighnari's sides, rough pads dragging. ]

[ with every quiet hitched breath from cyno, feeling the man press closer - they are good signs for tighnari that bring his tail swishing over his sheets. it encourages more of his fangs to nip and bite at more skin, marking a little just above that black choker. he's in tune with the thought that they are in no rush at the moment. merely taking the time to taste and nose into bronzed skin.

when his top starts to become unwrapped, he sits up just a little to help remove them from one arm. though his true purpose is to gingerly cradle cyno's face with a gleam in his bright eyes. how could cyno say that when someone like him exists? like the moon's reflection on the river's surface. really, at some moments tighnari finds it a bit hard to believe that cyno is here with him. he chuckles as he presses a kiss to those lips, pulling back while his top hangs off his other shoulder. ]

Not nearly as much as you.

[ he gingerly cups cyno's chin, steadying him to sweetly kiss those lips, nipping a little after at his bottom lip. he breaks away after a moment to shrug off the entirety of his top, carefully sliding them off to the side. something for tighnari to worry about later. ]

Please. That isn't true.

[ tighnari is the most beautiful person he's ever seen, after all, with his silky dark hair and eyes like the sun dappled forest floor, thick, soft fur.. he's lovely, and lovelier still as cyno unwraps him.

he takes a moment just to drink in the sight of all that fair skin, but tighnari has other ideas, soon capturing his lips again, and cyno can't say no to that, can't turn away any opportunity to kiss him. they've only had one another for a handful of minutes now, but this thing between them has been building and building over many long months, ripening, developing into a love that blooms like a nilotpala beneath the moonlight. cyno has never felt such a thing for anyone before, never known a feeling so intense, and so pure.

at last he pushes tighnari back again, fitting their bodies together with his hips nestled between his partner's thighs, only now there is so much more skin for him to enjoy. his hands rove, smoothing over and along the curves of tighnari's sides, fingers counting the frets of his ribs as his mouth descends, down the sweep of tighnari's throat and further still, until he's dropping kisses along the ridge of his collarbone, listening for every soft sigh and gentle whine. ]

It's my own truth. [ the corner of his eyes crinkle with mirth, gaze fond and affectionate. in a moment like this where those scarlet red make him feel incredibly vulnerable... cyno is beautiful to him.

the soft sheets meet his back once more, feeling pleasant on his skin with how warm he's become under cyno's touch and gaze. a shiver runs through him to feel those calloused hands run along his sides with a trail of heat being left behind. his tail twitches at the end, squeezing his thighs from where cyno has settled himself comfortably in between them.

skin on skin, with lips tasting along his skin do pull quiet sighs and a whimper from the fox. though, the moment a soft chorus of noises are pulled from him does he press the back of his hand against his own lips to quiet them. his own hearing has always been very sharp and sensitive, but to think that cyno can pull sounds like that from roaming touches actually has a feeling of embarassment surge through him.

his ears swivel forward, bringing his free hand up to cup one of those white furred ears to rub along their edge. though, for now, he allows cyno the opportunity to explore him even with his own desire to touch him in return. how he wants nothing more than to familiarize himself with cyno's own body as well.]

[ to that answer, cyno can only chuckle. all right, he supposes that's a fair enough reply, and he'll take it.

but gods, those sounds tighnari is making - they drive him a little wild, make his blood run hot, all those whines and soft breaths.. he'll do anything to keep hearing them, to keep tighnari pleased and wriggling beneath him, aching for more. so that's exactly what cyno gives him: more. more touches. more kisses. his mouth moves hot and wet against tighnari's collar, fangs ghosting over the sharp ridge of bone there, and he continues to move down, dropping lines of kisses down tighnari's chest, over smooth planes and dips.

and that touch to his ear - it's small, but it makes him shiver. tighnari surely understands how sensitive his ears are, for his own must likely be the same, and a low, rough groan churns in his throat, rippling against tighnari's skin as cyno's teeth rake over his nipple, following it with a lave of his tongue. ]

Tell me if you need me to stop.

[ he murmurs without moving his mouth away, unwilling to separate his mouth from tighnari's skin even for the brief moment it would take to speak. his eyes are up, however, flicking to tighnari's face to watch him, to survey the play of pleasure and sensitivity across his pretty features. cyno's left hand drops, smoothing down tighnari's abdomen, tracing the dip at the hollow of his hip. ]

[ the groan that ripples back to him is enough to cause his ears to swivel forward, gaze heavy as he drinks in the sight of cyno. his body squirms under the more focused attention, the teeth of teeth and tongue over such a sensitive spot having his breath cut off. his hand presses firmer against his lips, stifling another noise before he offers a shake of his head. ]

Nnn... it's fine, I'm okay. [ he exhales out quietly, with no desire to stop his partner. it's.. new, to allow someone to have so much control over him like this. it isn't unpleasant though. not with how that fire churns in the depths of his stomach, earning idle sways of his tail over sheets. however, he wanted to touch him in return, to bite and taste every space of cyno's skin. his free hand curling along the ends of white hair to thread fingers through.

his hips lift a little when that hand smooths down, pressing against it while fingers trace over skin. the angle offers a little peek of green on skin as his pants dip a bit beneath his waist. tighnari's own fingers continue to rub soothingly over the shell of that white ear, gliding light claws carefully in gentle scratches at the base after. ]

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