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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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[ 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?

[ it may have seemed off-handed, the way cyno said it - i'm yours - so easily, but cyno is not the sort of man to do things by halves. if he said it, he meant it, and he did indeed mean it. the things he feels for tighnari.. he has never felt for anyone, at any point in his life, and surely he would never feel them again. it's as if he has been waiting for this, for this person, for this moment, and now that it's here he can breathe again. he can sink into it and drink it up like a man parched.

tighnari's tail thumps, and cyno's own flicks beside it, winding them together as they kiss, their bodies tangling. when he hears the sentiment returned, cyno shivers, and then tighnari is pressing gently against the back of his head, as if urging him to take, to bite, to claim.. ]

A mess, hmm? [ a low chuckle rolls like a purr. ] You're the one driving me wild.

[ as is more than evident through his shorts; cyno certainly can't hide how hard he is, his heated length pressed against the inside of tighnari's thigh as their bodies continue to move together, hips rocking, cyno's back arching downward. he wants more, he wants so much, wants everything, but he also wants to move slowly, to savor every moment of this, to entirely map and memorize tighnari's body, his taste, his scent.

cyno's teeth rake against tighnari's shoulder, his hand slipping down the front of the fox's underclothes at the same moment, this time with a little more confidence and assertiveness. he palms tighnari's length, squeezing with rough fingers. ]

[ with their tails intertwined, his own wraps more firmly - nudging his nose to bury into the space between his partner's neck and shoulder. ears quivering against his own hair at the sound of that chuckle and his voice so close to him. it churns the pooling heat in his stomach as he leans into the sound. ]

We've both.. pretty worked up.

[ which is putting it very lightly, and they both know this. capable of feeling how worked up they really are with their bodies pressed against one another, each rock and grind of their hips having his grip tightening every time. the stimulation has him nipping a little at skin, nibbling gently with a temptation to mark cyno. to leave something behind that tighnari would know to be his own.

his own body shudders at the feel of teeth, breath hitching with an almost whine as his own pronounced fangs nip at more at that exposed area. at the feel of that palm, calloused touch on more sensitive skin of his length, he does bite down with a jerk of his hips. though immediately after, he laps his tongue over the spot, soothing in quiet apology. one of his hands starts to dip down the waistband of cyno's shorts to wiggle his own fingers into, gingerly pushing them down with a slow drag of his fingertips. ]

[ it certainly is putting it lightly. though their movements are not particularly rushed, the need between them burns hot and fierce, a desperate want roiling beneath the surface. perhaps they're moving a little quickly, but this desire, this love has been growing for months now, they've teased at it for so long that they are all but ready to burst with anticipation. neither of them willing to wait any longer.

tighnari's sharp fangs nip at him, and it makes cyno tense and tighten up, a hot shiver coursing down his spine when that warm tongue follows up, swiping against stinging skin. he wants more of it, wants tighnari to mark him as much as tighnari wants it in return, but cyno is a patient man, he can wait for the right moment, when they're fully bound together, when they've surrendered to one another completely and absolutely. still, his excitement is clear when that bite sinks into his flesh.

even more exciting is the slide of tighnari's slim fingers into his shorts, through a patch of white fur and down. ]

Please - [ he whispers, his own hands stilling for a moment as his hips press forward, eager to be touched for how patient he has been. tighnari moves so slowly, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire behind, and cyno's tail coiled around his tightens, quivering.

skipping into movement again, cyno presses tighnari's underclothes further down his hips to free his erection, making it far easier to get his grip around it, palm and fingers stroking slow and deep while he presses his open mouth low on tighnari's neck. low enough that the sucked bruise he leaves behind will be easily hidden by his collar. ]

[ ears flicker at the sound of that whisper, feeling the man push forward just as his fingertips smooth through white fur. having that heat so close to his hand, excitement drums in his veins, licking at his own lips until he presses his forehead against Cyno's shoulder briefly. just to catch a quick breath as he slides further until he can brush fingers over the hot length, thumb swiping over the head.

his own dark furred tail tightens in turn, the ends twitching with anticipation when he swallows thickly to the push of his underclothes. more of that cold touch of air brushing over exposed skin, a cut off hiss escaping his lips until it slips into a muffled moan when cyno's hand is around him again. the attention to his neck and erection both have him almost completely melting against the bed.

however, he's been worked up, want and need penting up with each attention and now he wants nothing more than to feel all of cyno around him, together, as one - it's so dizzying. the hand, not tending to cyno's own erection, comes to rest along cyno's back with a light drag of his nails. a bit of digging in when his partner's own mouth sucks and leaves behind bruises on skin that flushes so easily. ]

..Cyno - I want you. [ fingers curl more firmer around cyno's length, flicking his wrist once as he tries to take as much of a hold as he can around it. though there's a burning satisfaction, a pleasure to feel the attention on himself, there's a stronger need to return it to the jackal. to touch and feel him, the pure need that he finds in wanting cyno completely. his body squirms a little restlessly, searching for that friction that's set itself in a slow pace that begins to become ever-maddening. he puffs a breath against bronzed skin, biting a little deep near his shoulder. not enough to break skin, for him to bleed, just enough to continue his desire to mark. ]

I want you, too.

[ without question. without reason. cyno needs him like he needs to breathe, like the forest needs the rain and the wolf needs the hunt. tighnari's hand finds his cock at last, and cyno groans low and rough, the sound like a feral growl, his hips tensing, rocking forward into that touch he's waited so long for. cyno allows himself a moment to simply appreciate it, the bloom of pleasure that comes with being so intimately touched, his breath rushing at the sensation, teeth pressing to tighnari's skin.

but they both want more, they both need more.

tighnari bites again, harder, and cyno's blood rushes in his ears, an urgent bolt of heat between his thighs. more. pulling back, cyno glances into tighnari's face, momentarily arrested by how beautiful he looks like this, spread out nearly naked beneath him, the moonlight making his fair skin glow - but he shakes himself, aligns his thoughts. ]

Do you have anything we can use?

[ if tighnari wants everything, all of him, they're going to need some lubricant. he's already glancing toward the bedside table. ]

[ the fox falls into a state of focus, familiarizing himself with feeling cyno out. fingers tracing, mapping out the length of that heat and rewarding each rock with a firm squeeze. his gaze flickers down to take it in, swallowing a bit until cyno pulls back and reflexively he peers up at him.

it's something else to see how much of an effect he has on cyno. from the expression on his face, normally so quietly held together and firm, it's the small cracks that are more obvious now compared to the beginning. not entirely disheveled as he sure he himself must be. hair fanning a bit out against the soft sheets, lips parted with quiet breaths with eyes looking completely enraptured with what he sees above. ]

Ah, um.. [ he shakes himself from his little stupor, glancing and following cyno's own gaze to his bedside table. his ears flicker back, nodding in the direction of it after. ] I should have something here.

[ there are some essential oils there, which can work in place - maybe if he had been more prepared, he could have gathered some more personal lubricant use but. that's more because tighnari had not expected their evening to go this way. not that he's complaining, and maybe they could have taken it more slowly and easily but - the buildup of their feelings, of underlying emotions make it feel like it's both just what they want and need. a moment to take grasp of and sink in.]

[ cyno wouldn't say that he expected this either, but.. he knew his feelings for tighnari, had felt them building and building over time, felt the same feelings returned, every time their eyes met. it had felt like only a matter of time before they fell into one another's arms, whether it was this visit, or the next, or the next after that. that is was now, well.. cyno had no complaints. he's waited long enough. they both have. he's following his heart and his instincts, and that's all he needs.

so when tighnari gestures to the nightstand with a nod, cyno is ready.

leaning his weight forward, he reaches to open the drawer, fishing blindly around until he finds something that feels cool and smooth against his fingers, a vial of some sort, which could.. be anything, really, considering tighnari's work, but cyno draws it out. it seems to be filled with some kind of oil, hopefully something usable and skin friendly, or their good time could become a bad time very quickly. for now, he presses the vial into one of tighnari's palms, so he can use both of his hands to tug the fox's undergarments down his legs and off, at last leaving him fully bare beneath the moonlight.

but he won't make tighnari wait alone. hooking his own thumbs into his shorts and underclothing both, cyno shoves them down his hips and off, and at last their clothing is fully discarded, abandoned on the floor beside them in a haphazard pile. they come together again, skin to skin, tangled and touching, kissing, feeling. ]

[ once the vial is pressed into his hand, he takes a quick glance at it - before ensuring he doesn't drop it, the contents inside being just fine for usage. he wouldn't have hesitated to mention if it wasn't otherwise. ears swerve forward at the feel of both those hands until he carefully raises his hips enough to make it even easier on cyno. though, there's a brief moment of shyness where his tail shakes a little loose to drape over himself to cover parts of his own fully exposed body.

it's such a vulnerableness he never really shared with anyone else. by now, of course tighnari more than trusts cyno, and he knows it to be what he wants - desires, a curling need, but he still runs a hand a little through his own tail idly as he watches his partner rid the last of his own clothing. the light weight of the clothes cast aside causes a flick of one ear, still aware enough of their surroundings despite how drawn and focused tighnari has become on cyno.

a hand raises to cup cyno's face when he comes close again, welcoming and cherishing as their lips meet in another kiss. the sheer need to feel, touch, claim and hold burns fiercely. his tail comes to hook around cyno's leg, brushing fur along skin, tangling their legs together not a moment later. he does part from the kiss for a breath, to kiss beneath his jaw while lashes flutter to peer up at him. ]

..Okay? [ a gentle inquiry, whether it's this situation... how he feels, everything - was he okay? was this okay? even as his heart races so fiercely within the confines of his chest, with fingers itching to reach out and touch him, they instead hold the vial carefully. ]

[ tighnari's nerves are evident, and distantly cyno wonders if he's ever experienced this sort of intimacy before. has tighnari been cloistered in these dense woods his entire life? has he never known the closeness of another person? cyno is by no means incredibly experienced, but he's comfortable enough in this to be able to push his nerves down and away, where they won't trip him up. but perhaps tighnari is simply shy; baring all of yourself to another person for the first time is nervewracking.

either way, he offers tighnari a soft smile, one he hopes will ease his uncertainty, his thumb gliding along tighnari's cheek as he looked down into his face with abject devotion. maybe it was the odd familiarity of all this that made it so easy for cyno to face, the thick nostalgia that wrapped him like a blanket.. he couldn't say for sure, but he did know that he wanted tighnari to feel comfortable, to feel at ease. ]

Okay. [ he murmured in response, his long hair tickling against tighnari's shoulders as cyno dipped to nudge his nose along his partner's jaw. it was okay. everything was okay. this was good.

cyno's rough fingers slid along tighnari's wrist, plucking the vial of oil from his hand again, uncorking it with his thumb. it was an easy thing to coat his fingers and palm liberally, before his hand dropped down between them again, this time his eyes up, watching tighnari's face as cyno's now slicked fingers trace down his belly and along his length, dipping between his thighs. ]

Still good?

[ naturally tighnari leans into that touch, his gaze softening at the sight of that smile. there is always comfort to be found in him, and to see how cyno looks to him, it brings him close again to gently kiss those lips. appreciative, warm, adoring. feeling a sense of nostalgia that curls around him and eases those bundled nerves. ..how did tighnari get lucky? how he both feels as if it's something so new and yet something he always has. something that was always a part of his life. ]

Mmm..

[ the fox shivers at the feel of those locks of hair, tilting his head a little at the nosing with a rumbling purr. good. that was good. just to have that confirmation putting him at ease. a quiet breath leaves him, shivering at the feel of those fingers gliding over skin. the way his body naturally leans and tries to chase after slick fingers, smoothing a hand along cyno's cheek while tighnari nuzzles against his jaw. he nods, gaze peering under lashes while his other hand runs down cyno's own body. fingers trailing over muscular bronze skin, reaching over his back to run along those shoulder blades. ]

Yes, still good.

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