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Cyno anxiously paced around Tighnari’s living room. His partner still wasn’t home after his patrols and every second that passed with no sign of the forest ranger made Cyno more and more anxious. The feeling pooled low in his stomach with each moment being a droplet that fell into the sea. He wasn’t expecting anything bad, but the promise Tighnari made weeks ago still made his mind and body restless. While he was never one to put lots of emphasis on worldly pleasures, Tighnari telling him he would get the best rounds of sex for part of his celebration was still exhilarating.
His mind raced with possibilities. Rounds was a plural word, so it would definitely be a long night. Tighnari usually topped, but maybe halfway through he would give in and let Cyno take over. He’d been waiting for a good time to whip out his strap again, after all. He then remembered that Tighnari mentioned calling in some favors for it. Maybe he would bring in something from Fontaine, or maybe even Natlan. Archons knew technology in the nations was advancing at a rapid rate. The thought of something new made him clench and unclench his fists to have something to do with his hands.
It cycled like that for a while. Cyno sitting down, thinking too much, having to stand up and take another lap around the couch, repeat. It was his sixth or seventh time going around the sofa when he finally heard the front door open. He perked up and froze, eyes locking with Tighnari when the other man looked up. There must have been something about him that conveyed his excitement because even though he stood in a natural pose, blank-faced and arms crossed, Tighnari still smiled knowingly at him.
“Let me get undressed first,” he said. Not in a mean way, just letting Cyno know to be still until he was comfortable. The Valuka Shuna pushed off his heavy work boots and peeled off his thick, fluffy socks. After that were his gloves. The next thing to go were his protective and fastening fabrics that he set gingerly on the back of a nearby chair. His hoodie quickly followed, although it landed on a heap on the floor from how Tighnari carelessly discarded it. Finally, at least for that moment, the baggy overpants were unfastened and dropped on the floor on top of his hoodie. He turned back to Cyno, clad in only his wetsuit. A wetsuit that was skin-tight and left nothing but the scars and blemishes of Tighnari’s skin to the imagination.
He stopped briefly to give Cyno a short peck before sitting down on the couch. He spread his legs open and beckoned Cyno forward, and the manhunter was never known to object to a command. He stood in front of Tighnari, caged between his lover’s legs. A gentle sigh left him as soft palms with calloused fingertips rubbed against the bare sides of his torso.
“Did you miss me?” Tighnari asked him.
Embarrassed, Cyno closed his eyes. He nodded and hummed in affirmation. He missed Tighnari all the time, though, so it wasn’t truly news.
A chuckle, and then, “That’s cute.”
“I’m a grown man. I’m not cute.”
“Hm, I guess that’s true. In that case, you’re my handsome man.” He squeezed Cyno’s sides to emphasize his words, which drew a whine from his lips. “You like it? Being my handsome man?”
Cyno’s face began to feel hot. He could only nod in reply as he moved his body in tandem to how Tighnari groped him. His hands were still cold after having just come in from outside and it only made the touch feel even better. The thought that Tighnari got settled so quickly that his hands didn’t have time to warm up, all for the sake of touching Cyno as quickly as possible, was flattering. Soon, after seconds of little noises escaping him as his lover’s hands roamed and squeezed him, he could feel himself beginning to grow aroused. He set his hands atop Tighnari’s which caught the man’s attention and got him to stop.
He mumbled something unintelligible to even Tighnari’s ears.
“Hm?”
“Bedroom?”
“Yeah,” Tighnari said, wetting his lips. “Yeah, whatever you want, Cy.” The two of them made their way to the bedroom, which wasn’t too far from the living room considering Tighnari’s home was on the smaller side of apartments.
The bedroom was still as Cyno remembered it, though being with someone for a few years made him memorize Tighnari’s habits whether he liked it or not. A small desk covered in organized chaos that only his lover could explain and that Cyno didn’t care to inspect. Posters that doubled as charts for various things, ranging from flora types to which drugs did and didn’t mix well. A small stack of textbooks on the nightstand with the check in/out card being used as a bookmark. As he relaxed onto the bed in the center of it all, a warm feeling settled in where the apprehension once thrived.
Distantly, he heard the shower turn on for a few moments before turning off again. Tighnari entered shortly after, now in a thin t-shirt and boxers, with a couple of old towels. The textbooks were carefully moved to his desk before he set the towels on the night stand along with condom packages and a half-empty bottle of lube. “Just in case,” he said to Cyno, even though he didn’t really need to. It was an endearing habit that he couldn’t quite cut when he was with those close to him.
Cyno held out his arms and Tighnari joined him on the bed. Their lips met and once again Tighnari’s hands slid down his lover’s sides. Cyno felt pointed canines press against his lip and readily accepted the request. More like a warning, really, with the way his lips barely parted and already Tighnari was licking Cyno’s tongue with his own. Kisses pressed against the muscle before Tighnari’s teeth were back on him, tugging his lip.
“Nari,” he breathed.
“I’ve missed you too, you know.” Tighnari’s thumbs played with the waistband of Cyno’s shorts. Mere seconds later and they were being slid down and kicked onto the floor. Through grey underwear, Cyno’s arousal was clearly on display between his legs. The Valuka Shuna licked his lips and was getting ready to pull the fabric off. Suddenly, there was a hand on his wrist that caught his attention.
“Careful,” Cyno said. “It’s slippery when wet.”
“When I said you could make as many jokes as you want on your birthday, I figured you would tell them at an appropriate time.” He went ahead and discarded the underwear, leaving the man naked before him. It was hardly their first time but Tighnari couldn’t stop the tip of his tail from wagging with excitement.
Cyno blinked. “You know kissing you has made my day, right?” He asked, cupping Tighnari’s face.
“Mhm?” He slid his fingers between the labia and rubbed. Immediately, Tighnari’s middle and ring fingers were covered with a thin layer of slick.
“Mhm.” Cyno brought them closer together, angling up so his voice would carry to Tighnari’s ears. “But you fucking me would make my… hole weak– MMN–!”
As soon as the first word of the punchline was out of Cyno’s mouth, Tighnari was filling him with both fingers. He was thoroughly unimpressed, his ears flicking back to show disapproval. “Was it worth it?”
He already knew the answer by the way Cyno was smiling. “It ah-always is.” He slowly fell back to fully lay down on the bed. His legs spread, revealing the small gem that dangled from his clit piercing, to accommodate his partner who crawled between them. A small moan slipped out at the new angle, and a louder one when Tighnari started to thrust in and out.
“I should’ve never given you an inch; you always take a mile.”
“You should… mmn, give me some different inches, hmn?”
In response, Tighnari shoved his fingers in harder. It finally got Cyno to stop talking and start letting out little sounds that Tighnari adored, so it was sort of a double-win.
“You do it on purpose, don’t you? Saying things just so I’ll get annoyed.”
“C-Can’t– help it, haah… You’re h-hot when, mmfh, you’re mad.” Cyno watched as his lover’s pupils narrowed and the tips of his tiny fangs pushed past his top lip. He took it as a sign to keep talking so he did his best to ignore the pleasure shocking his insides. “When you, hm, get mad while– ah– working or at-at your cowork-workers…” He panted. He severely underestimated how difficult it would be to have a conversation in the current situation.
“Yeah? You like it when I’m worked up?” Tighnari squeezed Cyno’s thigh. As much as he wanted another finger inside of him, Cyno noticed that only two claws were trimmed down.
“Nari–”
“Do you think about me bending you over and taking you like that? Do you like the thought of being a stress toy for me?”
Cyno let out a high-pitched moan, frantically nodding his head. He clenched hard around the fingers at the thought. Tighnari, so aggravated by something one of the newbies in the field did, that he came home and took Cyno right there and then. Maybe being with someone part fox had something to do with it, but Cyno always thought it was attractive when Tighnari lost control and was subjected to his more animalistic instincts. The thought of his boyfriend using him to vent his frustrations while pumping him full of his cum never failed to get Cyno hot and bothered.
“Fuck me, please, Nari, need it.”
In contrast to his aggressive behavior thus far, Tighnari leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to Cyno’s stomach. “Whatever the birthday boy wants.”
Cyno clenched down on empty air and whined while Tighnari pulled his boxers off. They were discarded, left to fall onto the floor, and Tighnari reached for a condom package. He made quick work of the wrapper as well as actually equipping the thing onto his… well… equipment. Before continuing, he also reached for one of the towels and placed it under Cyno.
“How do you want it?” He asked while rubbing circles with his thumbs over Cyno’s hip bones. Cyno heard the words but was much more focused on Tighnari’s cock that was standing stiffly at attention. He swallowed, trying to come up with a satisfactory answer.
“Uh…” In lieu of a verbal response, Cyno rolled over. He braced himself on his elbows and put his hips up into the air. For added effect, he reached under himself and spread himself open for Tighnari. The chain of his piercing made a small sound as the gem fell forward. In a haze, Cyno thought about horses and carrots on sticks. When nothing happened for a few moments, he got nervous. Hesitantly, he shifted to look back.
He’d never seen Tighnari look hungrier than in that moment.
In the blink of an eye, Tighnari was lining himself up. Cyno felt the tip of his member brush against his opening and couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation. He tried to rock his hips back to hopefully breach his entrance but Tighnari quickly caught on. His hips were held in place with a strong grip while Tighnari concentrated on pushing in. It wasn’t slow, but the pace was definitely even.
Cyno let out a long, drawn out moan. Tighnari, in contrast, sharply inhaled through his teeth. He pushed until he was fully buried within Cyno and then let them both get used to the feeling. Cyno whined, trying to get some kind of friction started, but Tighnari landed a firm slap on his thigh that got him to cease immediately.
“Nari, c’mon, please,” he tried. “Don’t tease me. It’s my birthday.”
“Don’t be a brat.” Tighnari pinched his skin. Before Cyno could bite back with anything brattier, a shallow thrust silenced him. It was only a brief out-and-in movement, but it was enough for a second. After that second passed, it was nowhere near enough. Cyno needed more, needed Tighnari faster, harder, deeper, and he needed it half an hour ago.
“I’d make a dick joke, but I don’t want to come off as too c– OHFUck!” Tighnari pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in. He gave no time to adjust and instead kept the brutal pace. Cyno buried his face into the sheets and twisted them in his fists. His head was dangerously at risk to start bumping into the headboard at the rate Tighnari was moving.
“Yeah? You wanna finish that?” Tighnari taunted, true annoyance lacing his tone. “You think you’re so funny. I’m about to be hilarious,” he growled. Untrimmed nails dug into his skin as Tighnari pistoned his hips in a brutal manner. He let out pants and gasps as well as the occasional grunt to compliment Cyno’s sighs and moans.
Cyno felt his legs start to shake from holding himself up and from Tighnari’s force. “Ha-Habibi–” he moaned. The pace didn’t slow. “Na-ri…” A small thread of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth. Tighnari paid him no mind in favor of chasing their climaxes. As such, Cyno’s legs trembled a few seconds more before giving out.
His hips fell down and landed on the mattress. Because of the drop, Tighnari’s cock slipped out of him too, which made Cyno all but cry out in desperation. Needing something, anything, he tried to rock his hips against the mattress. The texture of the towel underneath him was nowhere near enough and he let out a frustrated groan.
Tighnari laughed at him. “You wanna be filled up so bad, huh? Ask nicely, then.”
“In me, now,” Cyno demanded. A sharp slap landed on his backside, making him cry out.
“You know better than that. Try again,” Tighnari said, his voice calm as if he were talking about the weather. “Nicely.”
A few beats passed. “Please.”
“Please what, Cy?”
“Please fuck me,” he whined. “Need it- Need you bad, Nari. So close. Wanna cum on your dick, please, habibi, pleaseplease–” Before Cyno could repeat himself further, he was full to the brim with Tighnari’s cock. The same rough pace as before was set back in place. Tighnari tried his best to get as deep as he could with the new angle. His fists, either side of Cyno’s head, held the brunt of his weight. With how close the both of them were, both literally and figuratively, he knew he wouldn’t hold the position for too long.
“Shh, shh. Don’t- hah- cry, now.” With each passing second, his thrusts got more and more sloppy. He wasn’t too far away from orgasm, and judging by Cyno’s noises, his lover wasn’t either.
“Nari! Fuck– oh, fuck, yeah, right there!” Cyno cried. “Soclose- soclose- pleasepleaseplease!”
“C’mon, Cy. Cum for me, pretty thing.”
Cyno’s hips shot up so that he could release properly. His needy moans and whines didn’t stop while he squirted, which pushed Tighnari over the edge. He buried himself inside and came, filling the condom he wore with his seed. Though he was tired, he reached down and rubbed Cyno’s clit to help him ride out his high.
Cyno moaned. He needed to fully lay down but his muscles were too tense to obey him. After the many times they’d slept together, Tighnari knew what was going on and gently coaxed Cyno’s legs to lay flat on the mattress. He helped Cyno to roll onto his back after that and the man hummed in appreciation.
They laid together in silence for a time. Every now and then, soft and innocent kisses were shared or a small noise came from one of them. Either way, the duo enjoyed their time together basking in the afterglow of intimacy. Cyno could feel the sway of Tighnari’s tail, the closest the hybrid could get to a wag, brush against his leg. He half-wished that the curtains and windows had been left open so he could see his lover in the warm hues of sunset. However, he was just as content with this.
He traced the erratic lightning scarring on Tighnari’s skin. Then he moved to counting the very few freckles that dotted his lover’s body. He couldn’t quite make a constellation out of them, but they were each unique to Tighnari, which was more beautiful than any constellation man could name. He broke from his thoughts when he heard a quiet snort of laughter.
“Habibi?”
“Tickles. You drawing shapes on me, that is.” Even so, Tighnari made no effort to move away from Cyno’s hold. In fact, he nuzzled his head into Cyno’s touch even further. Without needing to voice his desire, Cyno brought a hand up to rub the soft velvety fur of Tighnari’s ears. A low rumble akin to a purr sounded and filled the room with its tone.
It was peaceful and quiet until there was a knock at the front door. Tighnari got up first, seemingly knowing who it was.
“Were you expecting someone?”
Tighnari, still naked, looked over his shoulder at Cyno. He gave the smile he always gave when there was something he knew that Cyno didn’t. The glint in his eye that said I’m Up to Something didn’t help his case. “Just two favors I called in.”