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I'll be waiting.

[ He knew Cyno wouldn't be able to resist!!! And so he awaits at home, with Genius Invokation set up in front of him, contemplating his strategies. He is nowhere near as deep into this game as Cyno is, but he can still do respectably enough for himself, and make himself a worthwhile challenger for his partner.

The question is, will Cyno want to win, or will he want to lose? What will get him a better reward? Who can say...it may just depend on what mood Tighnari is in today. ]

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[ 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. ]

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