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[rangear]

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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[rangear]

[ 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. ]

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[ 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..

[rangear]

[ 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. ]