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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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[ 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.

[ tighnari's hands are everywhere, moving over his skin and body, making cyno tense and shiver from the feel of it, and how much more he wants. he's never wanted anyone the way he wants tighnari, never felt so connected with someone, as if everything has slotted comfortably into place. he's right where he wants to be. he trusts tighnari with everything. ]

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. ]

[ how this jackal continues to prove himself to be caring, gentle, always ensuring tighnari's own comfort. his heart swells, brushing his nose affectionately along his partner's jawline. littering skin with small kisses, soft quiet affections as he hears his reply back in a quiet breath. while that hand drops lower... tighnari finds himself filled with a feeling that conflicts with itself. a feeling of both emptiness and yet equally full. full with a warmth, affection that blossoms and blooms under every kiss and shared whispers between them. yet an emptiness that earns for more of that touch, to feel the man around him.

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. ]

[ tighnari's reactions are lovely, perfect, beautiful - he arches and breathes those incredible needy sounds that make cyno's pulse spike, heat pooling in his groin. the fox is so wonderfully tight around his fingers, and cyno can hardly wait to be within him, feeling that slippery heat all around him.

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. ]

C, Cyn.. a-ah, wait-- [ pleasure ripples through his body, digging deeper into skin as he tries to grasp and reach for him more. it sends that fire churning in the depths of his stomach burning, craving and needing. it's so much at once and also not enough. that sweet spot garners a strong reaction that has the witch practically melting.

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. ]

[ cyno can hardly take tighnari's response, his whines and moans, the way his body begins to twist and strain.. it makes cyno's blood run hot, boiling in his veins, and when combined with tighnari's fingers around him again -

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. ]

[ never did tighnari expect himself to be so vocal, as if cyno just knew exactly how to work him up and cause him to fall apart. knowing just where to press, rub, angle those fingers that have his body trembling under the attention. however, he's still aware enough to not be too loud, often biting down on his own bottom lip to muffle any sweet cries threatening to spill over. though it doesn't stop the breathy quiet pants, trying to catch his breath while he squeezes cyno in return.

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. ]

[ for his part, cyno loves how vocal tighnari is being, he's drinking in every low moan and soft purr, swallowing them in his kisses, or reveling in the deep vibration against his lips when he kisses tighnari's bare skin. everything about it is beautiful. everything about him is beautiful. perfect. he was worth waiting all of this time for.

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. ]

[ with the lift of his thigh, his gaze flutters with an almost dazed gaze. the anticipation trembles sweetly throughout his body while he hooks that leg around him. though a breath exhales softly when he feels that first touch - willing his body to relax, to not tense as it pushes past and eases inside him.

it still surprises him even so. to take cyno in, heavy and heady as that weight sinks into him and he does his best to adjust to his size. a hand clasps over his own mouth, pressing the back of it over his lips in which he bites a little down. doing his best to stifle an almost vocal whimper.

his body no sooner flutters around him, finding the temptation to clench down. to squeeze around and feel his partner when his name is whispered so sweetly. tighnari reaches for him again, hugging him as close as he can, to press their bodies so firmly together until there is no space between them. taking the opportunity to cross his legs behind cyno as they hook around his hips, shuddering with a breathy moan when cyno sheaths himself entirely inside. ]

Just.. give me a moment - [ a moment to adjust, to take it all in, to catch his breath. nuzzling along cyno's jawline again, tighnari buries his face into skin while his tail quivers more from where it's hooked around him. he's never felt so full before, a feeling of satisfaction and pleasure that burns in the depths of his stomach. ]

[ that look on tighnari's face - dazed, cloudy, almost drunk - cyno is sure that it is mirrored in his own expression as well, for his head feels as if it is full of warm, static cotton. the pleasure is intense, tighnari's body gripping him so tightly that it sends a shiver down cyno's spine. he groans, low and soft, his hips twitching.

though tighnari has asked for a moment, and so cyno shall give it. he'll give as long as tighnari needs, though the urgent desire to move is strong, and keeping still is an exquisite torture in and of itself. cyno swallows thickly, his throat tightening up, heart hammering through his rapid pulse.

surely he has never known such complete and absolute pleasure.

tighnari nuzzles at him, surrounding him with his limbs and with his scent, and cyno meets it all with his own, his weight bearing down on tighnari as his hands slowly move, sliding up and down the fox's sides, thumbs counting the frets of his rubs, dipping between their hollows, exploring, feeling, learning. he wants to map every inch of tighnari's body, to remember it all to keep him warm on lonely nights. ]

You feel so good, habibi.. [ he whispers softly, the sound buried against tighnari's skin. ]

[ the weight bearing down on him is far from suffocating, no it's every bit comforting - the fox rapidly finding himself losing in the sensation of the man around and inside him. it takes a moment to adjust to cyno having buried himself so deep inside, legs tightening from where they're hooked around.

the soft whisper has a strong shudder running through him with a quiet whimper. the term has his heart racing, finding his own body starting to become impatient in turn even though cyno was kind enough to offer him as much as he wanted. but now he wants to properly lose himself in him. lose himself to the feeling that almost drowns him.

a hand smooths to cup that jaw, tilting his partner's head back to gently nip at him bottom lip with a breathy exhale. ] You can move.. I - want it all.

[ lashes flutter to a close, ears quivering back as he feels every bit of himself wanting to bury into cyno in turn. hands moving to map around his body again, one dipping further back to tease the area around that white tail for further stimulation on his partner. he squeezes around him, rolling his hips to encourage his partner to do as he pleases while begging lingers on his tongue. ] Please, Cy..

[ even that slight roll of tighnari's hips is enough to make cyno's mind go blank, heat pulsing through his body. it feels as if he's waited a lifetime for this, to be connected with tighnari in every way one can be connected to another, their minds and hearts and bodies so intertwined that it's difficult to tell where one of them ends, and the other begins.

he does not wait any longer.

cyno begins to move, shifting his hips, rocking them downward, feeling the slick, tight drag of tighnari's body all around his length and gods, it's enough to make him shiver. he groans softly, pressing a soft line of kisses along tighnari's throat and jaw before finally seeking his mouth again, kissing him slow and soft as their bodies move together, falling into an easy, natural rhythm.

he won't last too long, he knows, not when he's wanted this for so long, thought about it more times than he would care to admit, but that's all right. they have all the time in the world to spend together now, to love one another, fully and completely. cyno's tail flicks, curling against tighnari's thigh, and he whispers softly between their lips: ]

I love you.

[ a harder shudder rocks through his own body, legs trembling as that length drags deep inside. every part of him is so hyperaware of the man around and in him. ears flicking a bit wildly at the peppered kisses that has a soft laugh bubbling out of him, shivering at the ticklish feel of lips over skin until he kisses him again.

he's glad that he kisses him when he does, muffling the soft pleasured noises that each single rock and grind of those hips into him tug. there's no way tighnari can last for very long and that he knows for a fact. all that attention from earlier, to now, feeling their bodies entangle until he can hardly tell apart himself from cyno.

lashes flutter, gaze half-lidded as he peeks at his partner at the soft whisper of those words. ah. the most simplest three words, and yet it pulls such an emotional reaction out of him. one arm wraps around cyno's shoulders tighter, his other hand soothing white hair over those tanned shoulders while he whispers so fervently against that mouth. ]

I love you.

[ oh, that laugh.. it's so sweet and gentle, so warm and fond that cyno can hardly stand it, and it makes his own mouth curve into a soft, easy smile as he swallows up that laugh, and those returned words. he's already known it, didn't really have to hear it, or say it himself, for the words to be true and their reality, but.. cyno is a surprisingly romantic man, and he wanted to say it. needed to say it, really, before it ate him up inside.

rather than say anything further, cyno simply kisses tighnari again, deep and warm, tasting him, breathing him in, closing his eyes and falling fully and completely into him.

they move again, one of cyno's hands snagging tighnari's thigh and hiking it higher over his hip to better facilitate the movement of their bodies as cyno's hips rock deeper. his length drags, squeezed by tighnari's incredible body, and it isn't long before cyno's breath is coming quickly, his bronzed skin growing dewy with sweat from the effort it takes. cyno's free hand slips into tighnari's dark hair, claws gently scraping his scalp, his tail beginning to lash as he moves his hips more and more quickly, until the bed is creaking beneath them.

but every moment he is still looking out for tighnari, listening to his sounds, his breathing, ready to slow or pull away should he sound pained, or distressed. nudging their noses together, he's soon panting hard against tighnari's lips. ]

I'm close..

[ tighnari is more than relieved when cyno kisses him so deeply, muffling all the sweet cries and breathy moans that escape him with each drag of that length. feeling his legs tighten with each thrust, feeling his body in a tight tension as he urgently squeezes him back. his body so tightly wound that he can hardly handle being separated from him much longer.

one hand drags claws over skin, leaving lines in their wake while he helplessly keeps trying to pull him closer with little to no distance between them both. his ears tremble back, catching the sound of the bed that creaks under the weight of the notions, the heavy breath against his lips while his gaze begins to blur over. tears begin to cling to his lashes, fluttering open and close as he starts to become overwhelmed by the pleasure.

he's so close, his own length straining and sensitive as it twitches against any friction it brushes along. his chest tightens as their noses nudge together, whimpering softly that he tries to muffle with a kiss to the corner of those lips. his other hand raises to brush aside white hair to clear his face, before he cups that jaw with a trembling hold. ]

Let's.. finish together, like this - [ with their bodies pressed so close together that he cannot tell which part belongs to him or the other. to release so deeply intertwined with him, so that tighnari can remember this moment for all the days to come. he won't last a moment more, but he's trying- he wants to alongside him. ]

[ cyno can feel it, the tight, twisting heat in his gut that signals the inevitable release he's only seconds from. he wants it to last longer, wants to stay in this moment as long as he can, as if it'll somehow disappear should it end, and he's too greedy to let it go. but there can be no more pushing it off, tighnari feels too good, too perfect, and he can hardly pass up the chance of them finishing together.

with a quick nod, cyno slides his free hand down tighnari's side, over his ribs and along his waist, before he's moving it between them to touch him, to wrap rough fingers around his length, pulling in deep strokes to help him come nearer.

only when he feels tighnari beginning to arch does cyno finally let go, a low, deep groan muffled against tighnari's shoulder and throat as he finds his peak, spilling hot and slick deep into his partner's body. it's messy and warm and the pleasure is fierce, grasping him in tight claws. cyno's hips stutter, his entire body shuddering, heat rolling over his body in wave after wave as his mind goes blissfully white, full of thick, static cotton. ]

Nari -

[ he whispers, his voice gone harsh, rough and low, his pulse rocketing. all cyno can feel is tighnari, surrounded by his heat, his touch, his scent. ]

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