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[ 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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[ 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. ]

[ tighnari is so wonderfully sensitive, it's beautiful to behold him falling into his pleasure, allowing himself to take it all in, to experience it, and feel it. he's impossibly lovely in the dim light of the moon that filters in through the window, silvery brightness catching in his dark hair.

cyno nods, and doesn't stop. doesn't want to stop. he's sensitive, too, it's been years since he was last intimate, and even then, he has never wanted anyone the way he wants tighnari, never craved another person in this way, desperately, ferociously. his mouth continues to work over the sensitive nub, before he's kissing along tighnari's ribs, stopping at every one, learning the taste of his skin and reveling in it. his body moves, shifts, rocking their hips together in a way that makes his breath catch, warm friction sending prickles of pleasure up his spine, his blood pooling in his lap.

the continued attention to his ears earns many low, rough rumbles, cyno pressing his head into tighnari's palm, his left hand still dragging over the hollow of his hip as he lifts them. cyno's padded fingertips tease at the soft patch of green fur he finds below tighnari's navel, tracing it downward until his fingers are just barely dipping beneath the waistband of tighnari's pants. he hesitates only a moment, his scarlet gaze flicking up to tighnari's face; at every step of the way he's checking in, making sure this is all right, that it's good.

only when he's sure tighnari isn't going to stop him does he finally plunge his hand boldly down the front of tighnari's trousers, into the heat within. ]

[ hands are careful where they are, especially with the attention to those sensitive ears, though the one threading through white hair do tug a little when cyno's lips drift over his ribs. the ticklish notion earning a squirm until there's that grind of their hips. fingers clench a little, gasping out and tightens his leg considerably with another rock against him. that pool of heat in the depths of his stomach heavy and hot.

it makes him more than aware of his own hardness, straining against the remaining layers he still has on him. to think cyno has got him so worked up so fast. it spikes a particular neediness that rears its head for the fox. a neediness he can't really ignore, which has him tugging cyno's face back to his own to crash their lips into an extremely heated kiss. fangs dig a little onto that bottom lip, lapping after with a swipe of his tongue. ]

Cy.. [ that hand in silvery white hair reaches along the jackal's back, digging slight claws into skin as he finds cyno's own hand dipping beneath his waistband and further down. unable to fight off the temptation of pressing against that hand with a grind of his hips. tighnari's other hand slides along his back before teasing at the base of that white tail, offering some extra stimulation there. ]

[ the heat between tighnari's legs is absolutely exquisite, and cyno is momentarily lost in it, in the way tighnari yields himself so readily and completely. he's wanted this for weeks now, wanted to know what tighnari felt like, what he tasted like, and having him here beneath him feels like a dream.

when he's pulled back into a kiss, cyno obliges without question and without resistance, parting his lips to kiss tighnari hot and deep, pressing their bodies together. cyno is still wearing far too much, he needs to feel more skin on skin, but he can see to himself soon enough - right now he is invested entirely in tighnari. slowly, carefully, his fingers slip low, tracing the shape of tighnari's length with his fingertips, feeling his heat, his hardness, marveling at how aroused he is after so little touch, so little kissing.

not that cyno is any better. he's straining in his shorts as he rocks his hips down again, grinding along the inside of tighnari's warm thigh, searching out that sweet friction again. when those claws dig against his back cyno groans, shivers, clearly enjoying the sensation, his tail flicking when tighnari rubs circles at the base, making his back arch downward.

his hand slips free of tighnari's pants, but only so he can unlace them further, and slide them down his hips. ]

[ there's a sigh of relief when cyno complies with the kiss, though a more needier sound slips between their mouths. his nerves feel alight, like he cannot get enough of the taste and touch of his partner. though it's a bit dizzying when he thinks about how this - it really is something happening between them. not occasional fleeting thoughts of how it must be to kiss someone like cyno, to feel his hands roaming and touching him. his nerves buzzing almost as if he cannot get enough of him.

maybe because it's so new. everything with cyno is so new, these feelings, this desire and need to have every bit of him... every part of himself feels so sensitive. the rough callouses on the man's fingers tracing his length have his hips trembling. a heated moan slips in between the hot kiss now, grinding to meet for more friction. his hand twitches against that back, clawing a little until he grasps at cyno's clothes with a light pull. ]

A-Ah, you as well... [ tighnari parts long enough to murmur against those lips, ears folding back while his own tail quietly beats against the sheets. indicating that he wants cyno to remove his own layers as well. imagination probably does not do the real thing justice. not that he fights against the loosening of his pants, lifting his hips to make it even easier for cyno to remove them. as vulnerable as he feels to be dressed down to only his undergarments, it feels incredibly nice temperature-wise. for a moment, it began to feel almost as if the heat would swallow him whole.

with those pants gone though, there's no hiding the pattern marking along one side of tighnari's thighs. a marking in the shape of a blooming flower with a bright green that stands out in strong contrast on his skin. ]

[ it's so incredibly easy to get lost in tighnari, in the scent and warmth and feel of him, so easy to forget his own pleasure and comfort when he's so wrapped up in the other's. tighnari is beautiful, captivating, haunting cyno's thoughts, every moment between them thick with a sweet nostalgia that he does not understand yet embraces all the same. fate, perhaps, yes. perhaps he has simply loved tighnari over many, many lives, across the sea of stars. that's certainly how it feels.

nevertheless, he's so entrenched in tighnari that when the fox pulls back to speak, tugging at his clothing, cyno pauses - then chuckles. ]

.. Right.

[ it stands to reason that tighnari would want to see and feel as much of cyno as cyno wants to see and feel of him. so he draws back a little, and begins to unwind his clothing, hard planes of muscle rippling beneath bronzed skin as he lifts away the layers, stripping away his top and sash, tossing it aside into a forgotten heap on the floor. moonlight plays across cyno's skin, lighting up the dips and curves - he's lean, but well-built, compact but muscular, and his body is littered with scars of many shapes and sizes. tattoos streak across his skin - tribal designs, a scarab, and a jackal's head with scales on a spread across his upper back. his nipples bear golden studs.

left only in his shorts now, cyno turns his attentions back to tighnari, who all but glows in the moonlight beneath him. so much soft, beautiful skin.. cyno can't help but run his hands over it in a way that's almost reverent, his fingertips tracing the flowering bloom at tighnari's thigh as he leans in to kiss him again, his mouth curved into a smile. ]

You drive me out of my mind. [ he whispers, their bodies coming together again, this time with far more skin on skin contact. ] Damned fox.

[ tighnari has no complaints to lay back and watch the man above him disrobe. it was no secret regarding how attractive cyno was to the young witch. since the moment they met, once the danger of the situation had died down... it was at first a mystery that clung to the man. however, those burning scarlet red eyes, bronzed skin seeming kissed by the gentlest of sunlight, silvery white hair that curved and danced over lean muscles. and of course those tall sharp ears and lengthy white furred tail.

there was so much of cyno that tighnari liked. which is precisely why he doesn't shy away from taking it all in, the ends of his own dark tail giving content little flicks. a hand rests on the jackal's abdomen, fingers fanning out while it traces fine sculptured muscles. enjoying the feel of his palm running over and familiarizing himself with skin. the peeks of tattoo that he would get glimpses of before, now shown completely in full frame, every scar with each their own tale. distantly, tighnari wonders if there will be a time where he can ask cyno the story behind them all. fingertips dance carefully up, lightly brushing over golden studs.

tighnari's gaze flicks up in a flutter, peeking under dark lashes when his partner's own hands run over his body once more. how easy it seems for the both of them getting lost in one another. his heart quickens in his chest, shivering at the stroke of those palms and massaging fingertips that have him so weak to his touch.

weaker is he to the sight of that smile adorning his partner's lips. his gaze twinkles under the moonlight, his own lips lifting in an almost coyful smile when those words reach his hearing. hands gingerly cup cyno's face, holding him in place while he murmurs sweetly against lips. ]

Seems the fox really did put you under a spell. [ he kisses him languidly, purring against lips before he kisses him again with a bit more of that earlier heat. lifting his hips once more to meet against his cyno's. that pure desire to feel his body against his own fueling him on. ]

[ cyno finds himself very quickly becoming addicted to the touch of tighnari's hands against his skin. they're so warm, they're gentle as they explore, running over cyno's body like he's trying to memorize every plane and dip. there's an absolute reverence in the way they touch each other, cyno's hands and mouth roving slowly, carefully, as if this is a rapturous religious experience for him. ]

Seems so. I'm yours.

[ intentional or not, tighnari has thoroughly bespelled him, wrapped him so tightly around his little finger that cyno is sure he can never escape it. not that he wants to. he never wants to.

they kiss again, their bodies shifting together and against the bed, cyno swallowing up that purr, and all of the too-sweet, soft little sounds that tighnari makes as their hips grind together. this time, there is very little between them, just the flimsy fabric of tighnari's underclothes, and cyno's clinging shorts, which makes it all too easy to chase that friction. cyno's low, rough groan rolls against tighnari's tongue, heat blooming between his thighs as they move together, blood pooling; tighnari riles him so easily, but then, they have been waiting for this moment, it should come as no surprise that they're desperate for one another.

cyno's kiss breaks away, his mouth moving hot along tighnari's jaw and down the column of his throat, sharp fangs pressing against his pulse, so eager to leave his mark. his hand teases down between them again, fingertips playing through the dark fur beneath tighnari's navel. hungry though he is, cyno keeps his touch unhurried, taking his time. ]

[ "I'm yours." those words have his eyes widening a little, caught off guard by them. it's always been an almost... far away dream of sorts. the possibilities, fleeting thoughts, the idea of ever considering someone like cyno as his. someone that has settled so deep into his heart and made a spot for himself. and yet, hearing it out loud, it sounds and feels right. as if he was always meant to he his. a shaky breath parts between them, ears flickering back as he swallow thickly. cyno was his... that really is what this is. what is here between them.

his tail quietly thumps against the bed, his heart pounding even louder in his own hearing. his hands wrap around and embrace the man closer. the truth of the matter is that cyno is his as much as he is cyno's. because he had been missing something for a long time now, and cyno fits so perfectly well. pleasure drums sickly sweet through him, sighing openly into their heated kiss and he can feel some of those emotions spilling out of him. ]

And I'm only yours. [ will only ever be his. the witch incapable of imagining himself ever opening his heart like this with another. when the kiss breaks away again, he's licking at his own lips. savoring the taste and tingling heat. eyes drift to a close when those lips drift along his skin again, no sooner tilting his head to expose more of his neck to that hot mouth and pronounced fangs.

the sheer idea of cyno biting him there.. leaving a mark. his stomach churns with an enticing heat, one hand coming to thread through silvery white hair to an encouraging nudge. offering himself to cyno in however he desires. to be marked, claimed, touched by the jackal - it's all he can even think of in the moment. and though he tries to be patient, he chases after all of cyno's touch. rolling his hips up against fingertips, to feel more of the heated skin against his own. the sheer want and need for more and more. his other hand digs fingers into the back of a thigh, guiding their bodies together again.

a breathy laugh escapes him. because the realization of everything... ] I'm a mess because of you, can you tell?

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