[ later, cyno will be soft. when they come down and unwind, he will follow up every scratch and bruise with a kiss, cradle his lover in sweet aftercare, but for now - for now cyno is brutal and imperious, he is not cyno, but instead the mahamatra, cold and hard and fierce. tighnari's submission scratches an itch deep in his gut, and all but drives him feral. it makes him feel good, bending his lover forward, forcing someone like tighnari - someone so strong and confident and assured - to submit to him so fully is absolutely a power rush. thankfully cyno is patient, and responsible with it. he knows how far he can push before it's too much, but thankfully tighnari is quite resilient, and he enjoys this just as much as cyno does.
sinking his teeth hard against tighnari's nape, cyno thrusts his fingers deeper, soon adding a third, stretching him open without mercy, fucking him hard on his knuckles, pounding his prostate ruthlessly as he ruts against tighnari's leg like a dog. ]
Do you need me to fuck you, little fox?
[ he growls, the scent of ozone in the air as electro begins to crackle around his arms. another thrust of his fingers, another, and cyno is tugging them out at last, his belt buckle jingling as he yanks it open, pulling his trousers open to free his aching cock. more oil, and he slicks himself fully, groaning as his slippery palm and fingers close around his length, squeezing, pumping. it's tempting to simply finish himself off, to come against tighnari's back and leave him here, needy and desperate, but cyno has other ways of making him suffer. he has stamina and patience both in abundance.
arching his hips, the tip of his cock glides along the seam of his lover's ass, pressing to his abused, puffy entrance, though he does not yet push in. one hand remains on his cock, while the other delivers an open handed slap to the outside of tighnari's right thigh, leaving an angry red welt. ]
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sinking his teeth hard against tighnari's nape, cyno thrusts his fingers deeper, soon adding a third, stretching him open without mercy, fucking him hard on his knuckles, pounding his prostate ruthlessly as he ruts against tighnari's leg like a dog. ]
Do you need me to fuck you, little fox?
[ he growls, the scent of ozone in the air as electro begins to crackle around his arms. another thrust of his fingers, another, and cyno is tugging them out at last, his belt buckle jingling as he yanks it open, pulling his trousers open to free his aching cock. more oil, and he slicks himself fully, groaning as his slippery palm and fingers close around his length, squeezing, pumping. it's tempting to simply finish himself off, to come against tighnari's back and leave him here, needy and desperate, but cyno has other ways of making him suffer. he has stamina and patience both in abundance.
arching his hips, the tip of his cock glides along the seam of his lover's ass, pressing to his abused, puffy entrance, though he does not yet push in. one hand remains on his cock, while the other delivers an open handed slap to the outside of tighnari's right thigh, leaving an angry red welt. ]
Tell me how much you want it.