[ tighnari grants him a great deal of trust, and it feels so good to be worthy of it, to feel the weight of tighnari's love and devotion that cyno carries willingly, that he cherishes, even now when he's all but feral with need. ]

Are you making demands of me, sweet little fox?

[ he growls, against tighnari's soft, furry ear, before he turns his head to bite at the rim of it, holding sensitive skin between sharp teeth. yet despite his words, cyno's grasp tightens, squeezing around tighnari's throat until he heart his breath begin to strain. still pumping into him hard, cyno holds, he holds until tighnari's heart hammers, until his face begins to redden, before at last his clutching hold loosens, allowing his lover to breathe again.

cyno's free paw releases tighnari's hip to slide around to his belly, palming against it, the tips of his claws dragging red welts along tighnari's ribs as he groans, strains, fucking into him hard, angling his hips to slam against his prostate. he knows well how to fuck tighnari, how to give him just what he wants, whether it be hard and fierce, or gentle and loving. breathing hot against the soft fur of tighnari's ear, he speaks again, dragging his tongue along its pink exterior. ]

I'm going to breed you so fully, you won't be able to walk. I'm going to fill you up with kits.