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[ Despite his use of his cleverness and his, yes, wiles, Tighnari is nevertheless taken by surprise when he actually manages to defeat Cyno's last card. Chuckling, Tighnari throws down the last of the cards in his hands, leaning forward with his hands on his knees to peer at his partner across the table. Is it just him, or is he looking a little flushed? Hmm... ]

Oh? You aren't typically the type to wait to punish someone, General Mahamatra.

[ Yes, this was all foreplay the whole time, and they both knew it. Tighnari knew it the moment he sent Cyno that picture while he was still out shopping. Maybe he doesn't get it entirely, but that doesn't mean he won't support his husband's interests completely.

And use them to his advantage when he's feeling randy. ]

Are you sure you're feeling alright?

[ you KNOW he's looking a little flushed, you little fox bastard!! this is all your fault and you know it is. ]

I'm fine.

[ his searing gaze meets tighnari's, sharp and unyielding, though it isn't long before he's snagging his black, jackal-eared hoodie by the back of its nape and tugging it over his head. it feels suffocatingly warm. cyno drops it onto the ground beside him, before he's setting both of his forearms on the coffee table, leaning forward as well, not to be outdone. ]

Just a little surprised. It's not like me to lose.

[ Heheheheh!!! Tighnari makes no effort to hide how satisfied he is with himself. Even if luck played a part, he will not soon forget this victory, nor will he let Cyno forget it, either. ]

It isn't. I'm shocked I was able to exploit a weakness in your strategy like that.

[ And then, stretching one of his legs under the coffee table, he grazes Cyno's ankle playfully with his toes, his expression teasing but warm. ]

I may have been playing a little dirty, but I only did what I had to.

[ ah yes, that smug satisfaction!! ]

A little dirty?

[ cyno's hand darts outward, snatching tighnari by the ankle and grasping tightly. tugging. ]

You were goading me purposefully.

[ his thumb draws soft, smooth circles against the arch of tighnari's foot, his gaze hungry when he lifts it to his partner's face, cyno's slitted pupils contracting, predatory. the coffee table is small, and with his free hand cyno grasps one end of it, pushing it away across the carpet, giving him the room to yank tighnari's ankle hard, tugging him right off of the sofa and onto the floor.

and before he can recover, cyno is moving, climbing over him, pressing close. his voice is a low growl. ]

My fault. I shouldn't have allowed myself to be taunted. It won't happen again.

[ Oh.

Tighnari would be lying if he claimed he hadn't been hoping something like this might happen. He knows exactly how to press Cyno's buttons, how to work him up and bring out his more, ahem, aggressive side, and Tighnari does so wisely, sparingly, so as to not tease his partner mercilessly. But Tighnari can't help it every now and again, teasing his lover to the point of pushing him over that edge that brings the General Mahamatra out in his dear, loving Cyno. It's an incredible turn-on, and now is no different, even if it was a simple card game that incensed Cyno to this point.

His ears pressing back against his head, Tighnari's tail thumps against the floor, his face flushing a nice pink as Cyno pushes the table aside and climbs over him, his breath rushing before he can even think to respond.

He loves it when Cyno gets like this. ]

A-are you going to teach me a lesson, General Mahamatra?

[ Though his voice has gone breathless, he is nevertheless smiling, his pupils growing wide, as his fingers grasp around Cyno's strong wrists and move up the length of his toned, warm arms. ]

Are you going to exact judgment upon me for my sins?

I should.

[ cyno growls, sinking closer, breathing tighnari's air. he can catch the sweet, floral scent of tighnari's skin, the soft musk of his fur, and it's all so intoxicating.

but he knows what tighnari is doing, that he's being provoked, that he's playing right into tighnari's hands, giving him what he wants. cyno knows full well how much tighnari appreciates his more.. predatory instincts, but the real question is, should cyno allow it? should he reward it? part of him thinks yes. tighnari won the game, he deserves his prize, and yet he also deserves to be punished. ]

But you might like that too much.

[ dipping his head, cyno presses his mouth to tighnari's jaw, one hand lifting to snag in his dark hair, giving it a sharp yank, baring his lover's soft white throat so he can sink his teeth against it. ]

I'm not sure I should reward you.

[ Should he reward him for it? Of course he should, what a silly question. But this is part of the foreplay too, and in the end, Tighnari doubts that Cyno would be able to turn him down after they have reached even this point. They're only touching, and yet they both know full well what awaits them in the coming moments.

Especially once Cyno grasps at his hair like that and presses his mouth against him, a gasped groan slipping from Tighnari against Cyno's ear in a rush. His teeth prick into his skin, heat needling his belly as he arches his neck into the warmth of Cyno's mouth. ]

I've been out of line. It's your duty to put me in my place, isn't it?

[ His hands continue their ascent upwards, until Tighnari can reach around Cyno's shoulders and sink his fingers into his thick, wild hair. He wants to be absolutely ravished. ]

Maybe I even deserve to be tied up. What do you think?

[ He purrs, low and suggestive. ]

[ a sharp pang of heat drives straight into cyno's gut, and he groans against tighnari's soft throat, his teeth raking over his pulse, pressing hard. ]

Mm. I should put you in chains.

[ dragging his tongue along the tendon in tighnari's throat, cyno mouths at his jaw, before tipping his chin up to whisper against his sensitive ear. ]

Or tie you in silk. Keep you nice and pretty and unblemished. The General's pet.

[ how lovely tighnari would look, bound and begging.. gods, cyno's already half-hard in his jeans. one knee presses between tighnari's thighs, his hips rocking downward, grinding their bodies together - this foreplay has gone on since before he even arrived home, and cyno is growing restless, impatient.

breaking away from tighnari is incredibly difficult, but few things are stronger than cyno's sense of self-control. wrenching himself back, he climbs to his feet, snagging tighnari's wrists and dragging him roughly upward, until he can hook his hands behind his lover's thighs and pull, lifting him into the air and against his body, so he can carry him toward the bedroom. ]

[ You should put me in chains, Tighnari thinks, but the words don't quite make it to his lips, instead wholly distracted by the movement of Cyno's mouth over his neck. He's been eager for the heat of his mouth since the moment Cyno first answered his message, but he has been patient, and played the long game, everything since this afternoon building up to this moment.

The payoff will be incredible. He is sure of that.

Instead of offering any response just yet, Tighnari clings to Cyno with his arms and legs as he lifts him, mouthing at the crook of Cyno's neck, offering a helpful roll of his hips around Cyno's middle. He trusts Cyno to carry him without incident, but that just means Tighnari can distract him without worrying too much. ]

Hmm...do you think you could tame me? Put me on a leash and make me heel?

[ Catching Cyno's ear between his teeth, he brushes his skin with his tongue, slow and sensual. ]

[ tighnari isn't heavy, and cyno is quite strong, it's an easy thing for him to lift his partner up and into his arms, to carry him forward into the bedroom, though it's difficult to navigate properly when tighnari rolls his hips like that and - gods - runs his tongue along the sensitive shell of cyno's ear. cyno groans, shuddering, pausing for a moment to pin tighnari back against the nearest wall. ]

I know I could. I could break you under my hands until you're begging to behave.

[ his voice is a growl, low and threatening, his body pressing forward into tighnari's, his hips grinding forward, hard, sliding tighnari's entire body against the wall with the force of it. his mouth latches onto his lover's throat, sucking a dark bruise into his fair skin as his hands slide down to tighnari's ass, squeezing tightly, fingertips digging into yielding flesh. ]

Or I could fuck you right here, until you fall apart beneath me.

[ which is tempting, so tempting. cyno's hips snap forward again, and even through the denim tighnari is sure to feel how hard he is. he loves this game, this rough, goading teasing. ]

[ The pressure of his back against the wall and Cyno's body in front of him is nearly too much - it overwhelms, pulling at his insides as he squirms against the sheer force of Cyno's hips, groaning loud at the heat that burgeons between his legs. Gods, even through their clothing, it feels incredible, and every inch of him flushes hot in wanting. What he wouldn't give for Cyno to do just that, to fuck him right here against this wall, unrelenting and merciless.

But this is a tricky situation to navigate, guiding Cyno towards what he wants, while also trying not to show his hand, lest Cyno decide it is not "punishment" enough for his transgressions.

He must be careful, or perhaps, merciless in turn.

The second roll of Cyno's hips has stars clouding his vision, his cock already painfully tight against the front of his trousers. ]

You c-could...you could make me come to pieces and beg for you. Please, Cyno...

[ With the leverage of the wall at his back, Tighnari is able to slip one hand between them and up beneath the fabric of Cyno's hoodie, his palm skating over flesh so hot it makes his fingers tingle. ]

Please...put me in my place.

[ tighnari's hand slips beneath his hoodie, and he'll feel the lean muscles of cyno's stomach tensing beneath his palm and fingers, his skin hot and tight. he can feel tighnari's arousal as well, and it's enough to drive him wild, feeling the way that tighnari squirms his body against his own, the friction almost too much to bear. it would be so easy to simply.. pin him right here, to yank down his pants and fuck him brutally, just like he deserves.

but there's the problem of lubricant, of course, and tighnari does absolutely need to be punished. ]

Mm.. if I really wanted to put you in your place, I'd tie you up and abandon you, leave you in bed to suffer.

[ his hands squeeze hard at tighnari's thighs, and he grinds against him one last time, groaning, growling, before he's pulling back from the wall and moving toward the bedroom again, kicking the door open hard enough that it bounces off of the wall behind it. ]

You'd deserve it, to lie there whining, aroused and untouched.

[ cyno all but throws tighnari roughly down onto the bed, before he's snagging the hem of his hoodie and shirt both and tugging them over his head, hard muscle rippling beneath his bronzed skin, the light catching on his golden nipple studs. the movement stretches and pulls at his myriad tattoos and scars both. ]

Undress for me.

[ it's not a request. ]

Fuck -

[ He needs Cyno, needs him so badly - his mind and heart are flooded with the heat of it, and he is already trembling and whimpering from the way Cyno handles him from the wall to the bedroom that by the time Cyno throws him down onto the bed and pulls his hoodie off, Tighnari is already fully hard in his pants, precome staining the front of the fabric, evidence of his arousal.

It takes a great deal of wherewithal to pull himself together enough to act on Cyno's instructions, but he wouldn't dream of keeping the Mahamatra waiting. Urgently, he tugs his sweater vest off over his head, before quickly yet sloppily unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. ]

You're so beautiful, Cyno --

[ It's hard not to just stop and take in the sight of him. Tighnari palms at his own cock through the fabric of his pants, licking his lips and fumbling with his belt with his free hand.

He may need some further punishment. He can't quite seem to complete the assignment. ]

[ tossing his hoodie and shirt aside, cyno pulls his hair down from its ponytail and shakes it free, a wild mane of white hair around his face and shoulders, spilling down his back. ]

I didn't say you could touch yourself. I told you to undress.

[ cyno's voice is hard-edged and fierce, his sunset eyes blazing with fire, like smoldering coals, and the movement of his body as he climbs onto the bed is positively predatory. one hand plants itself on tighnari's chest, shoving hard, pushing him back onto the bed, while the other yanks at his trousers, tugging his belt open and ripping downward. there's the sound of fabric tearing as he shoves both his trousers and underclothes down tighnari's thighs and, leaning back on his knees, cyno grasps the fabric and pulls hard, jerking the clothing down his lover's legs and away, leaving him beautifully bare.

for a few moments more, cyno simply watches him, his gaze ferocious, hungry, watching tighnari as if he were his prey, as if he could devour him in seconds. and then he's moving again, snagging tighnari's hips and using his monstrous strength to manhandle him, turning him over onto his belly. ]

Stay.

[ the bedside drawer is pulled open, and cyno fishes out a bottle of lubricant, as well as a long, soft sash of silk - this isn't the first time they've done this, after all. ]

[ The look he gives him, like Tighnari is a wild animal caught in his net, about to be skinned, a predator about to slake his hunger -- it lights a fire inside him, one that makes his skin feel tight over his body, and he is unsure if he has ever needed Cyno more than he needs him right now. The fox within does not make him easily submit to being preyed upon, but nothing would satisfying his primal urge more than to be fully debauched beneath the ruthless touch of the Mahamatra.

He squeezes his eyes shut as Cyno tears his clothing again, only numbly aware in the back of his mind how those trousers will need to be repaired, later. Much later.

When he opens them again to Cyno over, there are stars glittering in his eyes, tears at the corners of his eyes from the sheer ferocity of his need. He is pliable, willing when Cyno flips him over, his hand shaking as he grabs for a pillow to shove beneath his hips. ]

Please...I'll behave, I swear to you I'll behave...

[ He moans out, the pressure of the pillow against his cock alone enough to drive him wild. Keeping his hands to himself as Cyno prepares the ribbon and lube about drives him out of his mind. ]

Judge me, my love.

[ He arches his hips back, waiting, his tail curled up and swishing between his flushed shoulders. ]

[ cyno feels like a beast, vicious, prowling, hungering, and now that tighnari has lit this fire in his belly there is but one way to quench it. ]

I will.

[ he snaps, snagging the silk in one hand, and both of tighnari's wrists in the other. with a sharp jerk, he yanks them upward, lashing them together and to the headboard, tethering him there, and the silk might be soft but the tension is tight, tight enough to sink into his delicate skin. leaning over him, cyno growls deep in his throat, his teeth sinking into the soft rise of tighnari's shoulders, his hips grinding hard into his lover's ass, hard enough to push his body forward. through thick denim, tighnari will feel the hard heat of his cock, eager and ready, but cyno is as patient as ever.

it's a simple thing to slick two fingers liberally, his hand squeezing between their bodies - there's no preamble, no teasing, cyno simply presses both callused fingers into his body, past the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep. ]

I'll make you regret your audacity, fox.

[ he sinks to the first knuckle, the second, the last, curling his fingertips against the soft, tender lump of tighnari's prostate, pressing to it without mercy. cyno considers reaching to tease his cock, but tighnari hasn't earned that much - he's being punished - so instead cyno grasps his hip, yanking him back against the heat of his lap, his mouth pressing hot to tighnari's pulse. ]

Do only as I say, and nothing more. Beg.

[ There is a time and place for gentle, sweet lovemaking, and Tighnari enjoys that, too. Gods know he loves to be taken care of by Cyno, to be worshipped by him, to kiss and touch tenderly - but this is not one of those times. For as much as he loves those encounters, ones like this make his blood scald in a completely different way. He wants it to hurt and ache, to be pushed and pulled and absolutely decimated. Cyno is so good at leaning into it. It comes so naturally to him.

So it hurts when Cyno ties his wrists to the headboard, and again when his teeth dig into Tighnari's shoulder. And again, when his fingers sink into him, spreading his ass around him and reaching for that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Tighnari hisses sharply between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut, but through sheer discipline he forces his hips to relax, his neediness overriding any twinge of pain at being stretched so abruptly. ]

Yes - mmm - yes, sir...

[ The touch of Cyno's fingers to his prostate makes him shudder from head to toe, his hips bucking against the pillow beneath his stomach. His fingers are so rough and relentless, and yet already Tighnari imagines Cyno's cock pressing into him where his fingers stretch him now, full and hot and hard, working him open, tearing him apart. ]

Please, please, Cyno...I need you, please...

[ He will beg. He can fuck him with his fingers and pull his hair and bite his skin, and he will beg all the more. His hips arch, back curled low, inviting and eager. ]

[ 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. ]

Tell me how much you want it.

[ It's deliciously filthy and brutal, the way Cyno works him open, the way he teases him, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Tighnari can't help but be grateful, that he has found someone he can trust this much. An encounter like this is dangerous on principle, and Tighnari would never be able to ask it of someone who he didn't trust implicitly. Trust to know what the limits are, and where to push. Tighnari hardly even needed to lead Cyno along the first time they came together like this, even if he had needed a little encouragement, to let the Mahamatra out in the bedroom.

The mess they had laid in that night...

By the time Cyno withdraws his fingers, Tighnari is feeling flayed and forced open, a hole left behind that could only be filled by the weight and heat of Cyno's cock. Of course, his lover isn't going to make it that easy, and Tighnari groans as his muscles reflexively try to pin Cyno's cock against his backside, straining against the sash that binds his hands. ]

Mmm...Cyno...please, fuck me, please, I need your cock...

[ He needs it like he needs air and water, like nothing he has ever needed before, he's certain. He bites so hard into his lower lip he tastes blood, though he resists the urge to tell Cyno to smack him again. Already, precome dribbles from his neglected cock, dripping onto the sheets beneath him in a delicate line. ]

[ the trust between them is in fact quite beautiful, cyno thinks - they know one another perfectly well, the trust is complete, implicit, and just as tighnari allows the wolf to come out in bed, so does cyno occasionally allow the reverse, offering tighnari his complete submission. for all of cyno's power and responsibility, it's.. quite nice, to let that all go sometimes, to allow himself to be taken care of.

but that night is not tonight. tonight, tighnari is his toy, begging beautifully, his entire body straining toward cyno, like the needful little whore he is. ]

That's right, you do.

[ cyno hisses through his teeth, before at last he's giving them what they both want, pressing the head of his cock into tighnari's waiting hole, slowly at first, watching it swallow him up, before at last his hands both land on his lover's hips, and cyno's thrusts forward. in one smooth, hard snap he's buried to the hilt. ]

Fuck -

[ groaning, tensing, cyno remains still for a moment, reveling in the impossibly tight heat of tighnari's inner walls clamping around him, before at last he begins to move. one hand remains at tighnari's hip, while the other snags that soft, luxurious tail, giving it a hard yank, pulling tighnari's body back against his lap. more electro crackles, violet ribbons wrapping cyno's forearms as the claws come out, large and savage, pricking tighnari's delicate skin as he grasps more tightly, fucking him in earnest now. ]

[ It feels like an eternity, waiting for Cyno to enter to him, and were his hands unbound, Tighnari is sure he wouldn't have the discipline to keep them to himself. At the very least, he would be stroking himself raw and ragged, but fortunately for them both, Cyno does not make him wait long. Straining to look over his shoulder, Tighnari can just see Cyno's face as he presses into him, his teeth beautifully bared, feral in his intensity - and then Tighnari is squinting his eyes shut, the intrusion stinging exquisitely with each and every devastating inch.

And then Cyno is rolling into him fully, and Tighnari echoes him, the word tumbling from his lips. ]

Fuck, ah --

[ It stings sharply, but Tighnari has taken Cyno's cock so many times by now that he has trained himself how to relax against it, even when he takes him forcefully like this. His muscles squeeze tight around Cyno's length, not wishing anything about this to be comfortable for either of them, for it to just twinge, just tingle in the right way. ]

Yes, please, please, more -

[ He begs, already sounding desperate as Cyno pulls him by the tail back to his lap and rolling hips, his restraints pulling against the headboard. He can smell the crackle of ozone on the air, and then he is straining to look back again, to take in the sight of Cyno calling on the wolf to fuck him truly and deeply. ]

Mark me, make me yours, Cyno --

[ 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. ]

[ Mine. No, Tighnari doesn't need the reminder, but he relishes it anyway; for a man so set on carving his own path regardless of the expectations of others, it nonetheless is thrilling to feel possessed by Cyno, by the General Mahamatra, to be his plaything, his tool for pleasure. To exist only to bring him pleasure, to be fully, and utterly, his. When he embraces him with the wolf like this, how could Tighnari be anything else?

A cry escapes his lungs as Cyno beats his cock into him and bites into his shoulder, skin breaking beneath the pressure of his teeth. It's painful, it's overwhelming, but it feels so good, and Tighnari is drunk off the feeling of roughness, his tail and wrists bruised, his shoulder stinging, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as Cyno grasps at his throat. His eyes flutter closed, his walls pulling at Cyno's cock each time he sinks into him, yet Tighnari still wants more. More pleasure, more punishment. ]

Choke me. Please...

[ Take his breath away. Exercise complete and utter control over him, like prey submitting to being devoured, giving himself over fully to whatever fate Cyno deigns for him. He trusts Cyno implicitly, of course - even when possessed by the wolf, Tighnari feels safe. It's the only reason why he can make this request. Why he can grant Cyno control over his very breath. ]

[ 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.

[ Oh. Yes, that's it. Cyno knows him so very well. Knows just the right amount of pain he likes, how to push him right to the edge of discomfort, but never over it. Even as he grips his neck and holds off Tighnari's air and bites into his ear, and Tighnari would groan, were he in any state to. He can't, while Cyno forces his throat closed, and a chill shudders down his spine. It's so much, it's all so much -

His heart leaps into his throat, the danger of it making his cock leak and twitch, and his hands instinctively pull against his restraints in a vain attempt to reach for Cyno's grasp - but then Cyno is releasing him, and Tighnari chokes down eager gulps of air, his back arched, his entire body flushed and damp with sweat. ]

Plaese, Cyno, fuck, ah -

[ That's it. That's exactly what he wants. To be bred, to be Cyno's outlet for pleasure, a hole to be filled with his seed. He wants to be so full it drips down his ass and thighs.

His cock twitches between his legs again, and Tighnari bites at his already swollen lip, tasting blood once more. ]

Fuck me, breed me, use me, anything for your cock -

[ He is so close. So close to that brutal, sweet release. ]

[ 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. ]

Now.

[ Come for me. Now.

And who is Tighnari to disappoint his dearest? His General Mahamatra? He comes, and he comes violently, choking out a groan against Cyno’s grasp, thick, white spurting from his tip, coating the head board, their blankets, their pillows. Cyno’s hand at his cock shakes every drop from him with each pull of his fingers, and Tighnari is completely beside himself with every pull of his fingers, his body aching and raw and spent, but floating in a blissful sea of sweet, sweet release, after being so brutally fucked.

He slumps forward, groaning still, gasping for breath as sweat and blood trickle between his shoulders. ]

Cyno…gods, Cyno…

[ He is undone. ]

[ 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. ]

I love you..

[ The whiplash of these two threads…

Deep as he is in the throes of his own pleasure, Tighnari is only dimly aware of the feeling of Cyno approaching his own climax before his wet heat bursts into him, pumping him full, spurting, sticky spend shooting through the static in his mind, bringing him back into the moment. Gods, it feels so good, to be fucked so thoroughly, to be filled with Cyno’s seed, to feel like a bred animal. To bring Cyno this much pleasure, that he is slack and boneless when his weight sags against his back.

Back onto the bed they move, his hands unbound, and though his head feels like it’s stuffed with warm, lovely cotton, the heat and soreness around his body remains as a testament to the intensity of what they just shared. Cyno’s cock is still sheathed within him, buried deep, and Tighnari feels so full, but he loves it. ]

I love you, too.

[ He says as he shivers, grasping Cyno’s hands tightly to keep his arms wound around him. ]