[ he really shouldn't be calling on the wolf for something like this, but gods, is it satisfying to sink his claws into tighnari's soft, yielding flesh, to feel his teeth sharpen into fangs that he could so easily bite into his lover's shoulder with. there are marks there already, light scars from where cyno has bitten him before, just as cyno bears the scars on his back, where tighnari's nails have broken his skin more than once, clawing into him.
his lover begs so beautifully, and cyno wants to deny him for the sake of it, to punish him further, but he's in too deep now, the pleasure is too keen, there's no stopping, no slowing, not without a great deal of willpower.. which cyno does have. but the wolf demands more. it demands ferocity and rough speed, it demands to breed, to fill his mate with hot spend, reminding him who he belongs to. ]
Mine.. [ he growls, snapping his hips forward again, his claws digging hard into tighnari's hips, pricking his skin. ] Mine.
[ tighnari doesn't need the reminder, but cyno gives it to him anyway. as his hips work hard, cyno leans forward, his grasp on tighnari's tail bruising as he sinks his fangs into his partner's shoulder, against the sensitive dip where his neck and shoulder meet. one large, clawed paw remains clutched around that soft fur, while the other lifts away from tighnari's hip, claws dragging along his side, over his ribs and around to close around his throat, lifting his chin high, stretching that pretty neck for cyno to mouth against. ]
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his lover begs so beautifully, and cyno wants to deny him for the sake of it, to punish him further, but he's in too deep now, the pleasure is too keen, there's no stopping, no slowing, not without a great deal of willpower.. which cyno does have. but the wolf demands more. it demands ferocity and rough speed, it demands to breed, to fill his mate with hot spend, reminding him who he belongs to. ]
Mine.. [ he growls, snapping his hips forward again, his claws digging hard into tighnari's hips, pricking his skin. ] Mine.
[ tighnari doesn't need the reminder, but cyno gives it to him anyway. as his hips work hard, cyno leans forward, his grasp on tighnari's tail bruising as he sinks his fangs into his partner's shoulder, against the sensitive dip where his neck and shoulder meet. one large, clawed paw remains clutched around that soft fur, while the other lifts away from tighnari's hip, claws dragging along his side, over his ribs and around to close around his throat, lifting his chin high, stretching that pretty neck for cyno to mouth against. ]