[ cyno loves this, loves every rough and violent moment of it, it makes his blood sing, and pleases the wolf deep in his soul, scratching an itch that cyno does his best to control, but that rears its feverish head in battle, and between the sheets. though cyno might come off as calm and even-tempered, it is mostly due to his tight and disciplined self-control - beneath it lies a feral streak a mile wide, one that tighnari sussed out long ago, one that those who dare to tip the scales of justice fear to see. though the akademiya had attempted to tame and muzzle the wild creature they bred, cyno is wild and free, he cannot be controlled.
save by one. for better or for worse, tighnari holds his leash, and there is nothing that cyno would not do for him, especially now, when his lover is begging so sweetly in a voice gone rough and ragged, needful, offering all of himself. and cyno is happy to take it.
again, cyno's claws close around tighnari's throat, holding tightly as he sinks his teeth against his lover's nape until he tastes blood, trickling warm against his tongue, his hips working in a frenzy. he's close, but tighnari must come first, cyno wants to feel him come apart, the squeeze of his body tight around his prick. the paw on tighnari's belly slides down between his spread thighs, cupping his cock and sac both, squeezing, palming. ]
Come for me.
[ cyno growls imperiously against the back of tighnari's neck, his hips slamming, his cock driving hard enough to leave him raw, slick with oil and precome both. ]
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save by one. for better or for worse, tighnari holds his leash, and there is nothing that cyno would not do for him, especially now, when his lover is begging so sweetly in a voice gone rough and ragged, needful, offering all of himself. and cyno is happy to take it.
again, cyno's claws close around tighnari's throat, holding tightly as he sinks his teeth against his lover's nape until he tastes blood, trickling warm against his tongue, his hips working in a frenzy. he's close, but tighnari must come first, cyno wants to feel him come apart, the squeeze of his body tight around his prick. the paw on tighnari's belly slides down between his spread thighs, cupping his cock and sac both, squeezing, palming. ]
Come for me.
[ cyno growls imperiously against the back of tighnari's neck, his hips slamming, his cock driving hard enough to leave him raw, slick with oil and precome both. ]
Now.