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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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[ 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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