[ tossing his hoodie and shirt aside, cyno pulls his hair down from its ponytail and shakes it free, a wild mane of white hair around his face and shoulders, spilling down his back. ]
I didn't say you could touch yourself. I told you to undress.
[ cyno's voice is hard-edged and fierce, his sunset eyes blazing with fire, like smoldering coals, and the movement of his body as he climbs onto the bed is positively predatory. one hand plants itself on tighnari's chest, shoving hard, pushing him back onto the bed, while the other yanks at his trousers, tugging his belt open and ripping downward. there's the sound of fabric tearing as he shoves both his trousers and underclothes down tighnari's thighs and, leaning back on his knees, cyno grasps the fabric and pulls hard, jerking the clothing down his lover's legs and away, leaving him beautifully bare.
for a few moments more, cyno simply watches him, his gaze ferocious, hungry, watching tighnari as if he were his prey, as if he could devour him in seconds. and then he's moving again, snagging tighnari's hips and using his monstrous strength to manhandle him, turning him over onto his belly. ]
Stay.
[ the bedside drawer is pulled open, and cyno fishes out a bottle of lubricant, as well as a long, soft sash of silk - this isn't the first time they've done this, after all. ]
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I didn't say you could touch yourself. I told you to undress.
[ cyno's voice is hard-edged and fierce, his sunset eyes blazing with fire, like smoldering coals, and the movement of his body as he climbs onto the bed is positively predatory. one hand plants itself on tighnari's chest, shoving hard, pushing him back onto the bed, while the other yanks at his trousers, tugging his belt open and ripping downward. there's the sound of fabric tearing as he shoves both his trousers and underclothes down tighnari's thighs and, leaning back on his knees, cyno grasps the fabric and pulls hard, jerking the clothing down his lover's legs and away, leaving him beautifully bare.
for a few moments more, cyno simply watches him, his gaze ferocious, hungry, watching tighnari as if he were his prey, as if he could devour him in seconds. and then he's moving again, snagging tighnari's hips and using his monstrous strength to manhandle him, turning him over onto his belly. ]
Stay.
[ the bedside drawer is pulled open, and cyno fishes out a bottle of lubricant, as well as a long, soft sash of silk - this isn't the first time they've done this, after all. ]