[ There is a time and place for gentle, sweet lovemaking, and Tighnari enjoys that, too. Gods know he loves to be taken care of by Cyno, to be worshipped by him, to kiss and touch tenderly - but this is not one of those times. For as much as he loves those encounters, ones like this make his blood scald in a completely different way. He wants it to hurt and ache, to be pushed and pulled and absolutely decimated. Cyno is so good at leaning into it. It comes so naturally to him.
So it hurts when Cyno ties his wrists to the headboard, and again when his teeth dig into Tighnari's shoulder. And again, when his fingers sink into him, spreading his ass around him and reaching for that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Tighnari hisses sharply between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut, but through sheer discipline he forces his hips to relax, his neediness overriding any twinge of pain at being stretched so abruptly. ]
Yes - mmm - yes, sir...
[ The touch of Cyno's fingers to his prostate makes him shudder from head to toe, his hips bucking against the pillow beneath his stomach. His fingers are so rough and relentless, and yet already Tighnari imagines Cyno's cock pressing into him where his fingers stretch him now, full and hot and hard, working him open, tearing him apart. ]
Please, please, Cyno...I need you, please...
[ He will beg. He can fuck him with his fingers and pull his hair and bite his skin, and he will beg all the more. His hips arch, back curled low, inviting and eager. ]
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So it hurts when Cyno ties his wrists to the headboard, and again when his teeth dig into Tighnari's shoulder. And again, when his fingers sink into him, spreading his ass around him and reaching for that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Tighnari hisses sharply between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut, but through sheer discipline he forces his hips to relax, his neediness overriding any twinge of pain at being stretched so abruptly. ]
Yes - mmm - yes, sir...
[ The touch of Cyno's fingers to his prostate makes him shudder from head to toe, his hips bucking against the pillow beneath his stomach. His fingers are so rough and relentless, and yet already Tighnari imagines Cyno's cock pressing into him where his fingers stretch him now, full and hot and hard, working him open, tearing him apart. ]
Please, please, Cyno...I need you, please...
[ He will beg. He can fuck him with his fingers and pull his hair and bite his skin, and he will beg all the more. His hips arch, back curled low, inviting and eager. ]