[ cyno feels like a beast, vicious, prowling, hungering, and now that tighnari has lit this fire in his belly there is but one way to quench it. ]
I will.
[ he snaps, snagging the silk in one hand, and both of tighnari's wrists in the other. with a sharp jerk, he yanks them upward, lashing them together and to the headboard, tethering him there, and the silk might be soft but the tension is tight, tight enough to sink into his delicate skin. leaning over him, cyno growls deep in his throat, his teeth sinking into the soft rise of tighnari's shoulders, his hips grinding hard into his lover's ass, hard enough to push his body forward. through thick denim, tighnari will feel the hard heat of his cock, eager and ready, but cyno is as patient as ever.
it's a simple thing to slick two fingers liberally, his hand squeezing between their bodies - there's no preamble, no teasing, cyno simply presses both callused fingers into his body, past the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep. ]
I'll make you regret your audacity, fox.
[ he sinks to the first knuckle, the second, the last, curling his fingertips against the soft, tender lump of tighnari's prostate, pressing to it without mercy. cyno considers reaching to tease his cock, but tighnari hasn't earned that much - he's being punished - so instead cyno grasps his hip, yanking him back against the heat of his lap, his mouth pressing hot to tighnari's pulse. ]
no subject
I will.
[ he snaps, snagging the silk in one hand, and both of tighnari's wrists in the other. with a sharp jerk, he yanks them upward, lashing them together and to the headboard, tethering him there, and the silk might be soft but the tension is tight, tight enough to sink into his delicate skin. leaning over him, cyno growls deep in his throat, his teeth sinking into the soft rise of tighnari's shoulders, his hips grinding hard into his lover's ass, hard enough to push his body forward. through thick denim, tighnari will feel the hard heat of his cock, eager and ready, but cyno is as patient as ever.
it's a simple thing to slick two fingers liberally, his hand squeezing between their bodies - there's no preamble, no teasing, cyno simply presses both callused fingers into his body, past the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep. ]
I'll make you regret your audacity, fox.
[ he sinks to the first knuckle, the second, the last, curling his fingertips against the soft, tender lump of tighnari's prostate, pressing to it without mercy. cyno considers reaching to tease his cock, but tighnari hasn't earned that much - he's being punished - so instead cyno grasps his hip, yanking him back against the heat of his lap, his mouth pressing hot to tighnari's pulse. ]
Do only as I say, and nothing more. Beg.