ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴍᴀʜᴀᴍᴀᴛʀᴀ (
cashewlater) wrote2023-09-13 04:54 pm
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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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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Good.
[ he says around a soft breath, still eager to check in with tighnari, to make sure he's doing and feeling all right, but how could he not be? everything about this is perfect, warm and welcoming, so much more than simple pleasure.
dropping his hand lower, cyno's fingers slide slick against warm skin, pressing to tighnari's entrance, tracing it, teasing as he presses their mouths a little harder together, chasing that bliss again. the tip of his middle finger soon slips gently inside, pushing carefully in to the first knuckle, then the second, trusting that tighnari will tell him if it's too much, if it hurts, or overwhelms. ]
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a hitched breath escapes his lips at the tease of that finger, biting back a needy noise that gets swallowed up by the hard press of that mouth against his own. one hand grips at cyno's hip, digging claws lightly while he tries to adjust to the feel of that finger pushing in. it starts as one, then two, and it's strange - something he isn't used to. yet, at the same time, it doesn't feel enough either.
for now it isn't too much. his other hand threads fingers into white hair, almost clinging again as he tries to adjust to the feel of those fingers. a slight shift of his hips, ebbing the discomfort away to sink into it. his tail curls tighter, parting lips to lick at cyno's mouth. sparking that need to taste and feel more. a whimper of the other man's name falling from his own lips. ]
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but he takes his time. he has no idea how much experience tighnari has or doesn't have, and the last thing he wants is to go too quickly, to hurt him. so he pumps his fingers slowly in and out, stretching him gently, carefully, and only once he feels tighnari beginning to relax does he add a third finger beside the first two. but this time, cyno hooks his fingers upward, searching out that soft, enticing lump within him and pressing against it, lighting up that sweet spot within his fox's body. ]
Feel good? [ he asks, around a smile, knowing full well that it does, that he's found that sweet little space within tighnari that will make him see stars.
but any answer or replying sounds are swallowed up between their mouths as tighnari licks past his lips, and cyno parts them easily, fangs sinking into the soft meat of tighnari's lower lip, tugging, while his fingers continue to work. ]
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the fox moans wantonly into the kiss, his legs trembling as his body chases after that spike of pleasure again. his hips grind down on those fingers in a way that fights against his own words. with his mouth occupied again, any other cries that escape him are muffled while tighnari clings closer.
he clenches a little at white hair, his other hand moving to the front of cyno to trace over his partner's length. fingers trace over heated skin, grasping with the need to touch and pleasure in turn. a flick of his wrist, pumping at that straining erection in tune to when cyno's fingers pump further in with that delicious curl inward. ]
Y.. yes.. feels good. [ and it does. everything about tighnari's own body language expresses that it does. ]
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cyno groans, the sound resonating deep in his chest, his hips twitching forward to push into the friction of tighnari's soft palm while cyno's fingers continue to move, slowly working tighnari open, trying to coax more of those whines and cries from his lips. they can't be too loud of course, but cyno nevertheless wants to steal as much as he can, for it is music to his ears.
but if he goes much further he'll ruin it all, forcing tighnari into an early orgasm, and cyno wants this to last as long as it possibly can, given how needy they are. how long it feels like they've waited for this. dragging his mouth along tighnari's jaw, cyno nips with sharp teeth, whispering against his skin. ]
I want you.. [ he murmurs, rocking his hips forward again as he carefully withdraws his fingers and reaches for the oil again, this time to slick up his cock, anticipation building in his gut like a spring winding up. ]
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though his hand trembles, ears quivering back while eyes flutter to a close at the drag of that mouth. his head tilting at the feel of sharp teeth, that tail hooked around the other man's leg tightening at the whisper of those words. the feel of heated words murmured against his skin, gripping firmer at that length until cyno withdraws back.
when he does, he feels some disappointment - to suddenly feel empty, to have brought up so high, he runs his nose along cyno's throat until he laps at the skin there with a rumble. ]
I need you - [ his nerves feel alight on fire, that desire and want to be filled, to have cyno around and in him. though the fox is almost always very patient, he can find it cracking under the need. gingerly urging the jackal on, nipping and licking at his throat while he encourages him close again. ]
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though they both seem to be growing impatient now, second by second, which is a feat for them both, really.
cyno smiles against tighnari's skin, before he's moving, using one hand to heft up one of tighnari's thighs, holding it against his hip while he shifts into place. moving slowly is an utter challenge, a real test of his patience, but cyno forces himself to take his time as he slides into tighnari's body, pushing past that tight ring of muscle and into him.
the feeling takes his breath away. cyno gasps, his entire body tensing up, pleasure crashing over him in a hot, violent wave that nearly washes him away. ] Tighnari- [ he whispers, his voice gone harsh and rough, his hips pushing forward until he's fully ensconced. ]
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