[ tighnari isn't heavy, and cyno is quite strong, it's an easy thing for him to lift his partner up and into his arms, to carry him forward into the bedroom, though it's difficult to navigate properly when tighnari rolls his hips like that and - gods - runs his tongue along the sensitive shell of cyno's ear. cyno groans, shuddering, pausing for a moment to pin tighnari back against the nearest wall. ]

I know I could. I could break you under my hands until you're begging to behave.

[ his voice is a growl, low and threatening, his body pressing forward into tighnari's, his hips grinding forward, hard, sliding tighnari's entire body against the wall with the force of it. his mouth latches onto his lover's throat, sucking a dark bruise into his fair skin as his hands slide down to tighnari's ass, squeezing tightly, fingertips digging into yielding flesh. ]

Or I could fuck you right here, until you fall apart beneath me.

[ which is tempting, so tempting. cyno's hips snap forward again, and even through the denim tighnari is sure to feel how hard he is. he loves this game, this rough, goading teasing. ]