[ cyno's hand darts outward, snatching tighnari by the ankle and grasping tightly. tugging. ]
You were goading me purposefully.
[ his thumb draws soft, smooth circles against the arch of tighnari's foot, his gaze hungry when he lifts it to his partner's face, cyno's slitted pupils contracting, predatory. the coffee table is small, and with his free hand cyno grasps one end of it, pushing it away across the carpet, giving him the room to yank tighnari's ankle hard, tugging him right off of the sofa and onto the floor.
and before he can recover, cyno is moving, climbing over him, pressing close. his voice is a low growl. ]
My fault. I shouldn't have allowed myself to be taunted. It won't happen again.
no subject
A little dirty?
[ cyno's hand darts outward, snatching tighnari by the ankle and grasping tightly. tugging. ]
You were goading me purposefully.
[ his thumb draws soft, smooth circles against the arch of tighnari's foot, his gaze hungry when he lifts it to his partner's face, cyno's slitted pupils contracting, predatory. the coffee table is small, and with his free hand cyno grasps one end of it, pushing it away across the carpet, giving him the room to yank tighnari's ankle hard, tugging him right off of the sofa and onto the floor.
and before he can recover, cyno is moving, climbing over him, pressing close. his voice is a low growl. ]
My fault. I shouldn't have allowed myself to be taunted. It won't happen again.