[ tighnari's hand slips beneath his hoodie, and he'll feel the lean muscles of cyno's stomach tensing beneath his palm and fingers, his skin hot and tight. he can feel tighnari's arousal as well, and it's enough to drive him wild, feeling the way that tighnari squirms his body against his own, the friction almost too much to bear. it would be so easy to simply.. pin him right here, to yank down his pants and fuck him brutally, just like he deserves.

but there's the problem of lubricant, of course, and tighnari does absolutely need to be punished. ]

Mm.. if I really wanted to put you in your place, I'd tie you up and abandon you, leave you in bed to suffer.

[ his hands squeeze hard at tighnari's thighs, and he grinds against him one last time, groaning, growling, before he's pulling back from the wall and moving toward the bedroom again, kicking the door open hard enough that it bounces off of the wall behind it. ]

You'd deserve it, to lie there whining, aroused and untouched.

[ cyno all but throws tighnari roughly down onto the bed, before he's snagging the hem of his hoodie and shirt both and tugging them over his head, hard muscle rippling beneath his bronzed skin, the light catching on his golden nipple studs. the movement stretches and pulls at his myriad tattoos and scars both. ]

Undress for me.

[ it's not a request. ]