[ it's so good, it's so good when tighnari finally unravels for him, coming apart at the seams, spilling hot and slick against his hand, his body clamping tight around cyno's cock, squeezing. it's all he needs.
one more brutal thrust, another, and with a grunt, cyno fills him up deep, his breath catching as the white-hot pleasure crashes over his head, swallowing him up. cyno's hips snap forward, keeping himself buried to the hilt in the blissful, wicked heat of his lover's canal as he spurts again, and again, and again, stuffing tighnari full of his spend until the pressure makes him groan. the tips of his claws prick the delicate skin of tighnari's throat, drawing tiny pinpricks of blood. it's a testament to their trust. it would be so easy for cyno to crush his windpipe with a single grasp.
melting against his lover's back, cyno fights to catch his breath, his claws and their violet-gold ribbons dissipating, leaving only cyno behind, trembling and spent, his knees aching where they press into the bed. reaching blindly, he snags the ribbon that binds tighnari's wrists, wrenching the knot free so he can gather tighnari fully up into his arms, his cock still seated inside of him as cyno rolls onto his side, pulling tighnari with him.
panting, sweating, he presses hot kisses to the slope of tighnari's shoulder. ]
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one more brutal thrust, another, and with a grunt, cyno fills him up deep, his breath catching as the white-hot pleasure crashes over his head, swallowing him up. cyno's hips snap forward, keeping himself buried to the hilt in the blissful, wicked heat of his lover's canal as he spurts again, and again, and again, stuffing tighnari full of his spend until the pressure makes him groan. the tips of his claws prick the delicate skin of tighnari's throat, drawing tiny pinpricks of blood. it's a testament to their trust. it would be so easy for cyno to crush his windpipe with a single grasp.
melting against his lover's back, cyno fights to catch his breath, his claws and their violet-gold ribbons dissipating, leaving only cyno behind, trembling and spent, his knees aching where they press into the bed. reaching blindly, he snags the ribbon that binds tighnari's wrists, wrenching the knot free so he can gather tighnari fully up into his arms, his cock still seated inside of him as cyno rolls onto his side, pulling tighnari with him.
panting, sweating, he presses hot kisses to the slope of tighnari's shoulder. ]
I love you..