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Cyno’s eyes flutter open to the sound of creaking outside. It’s a windy evening—  it does not howl but the tree upon which Gandharva Ville sits groans from its weight. 

The vestiges of sleep still ebb at the edges of his mind, but it's slowly swept away as something presses itself into his chest. 

Cyno is no stranger to chilly evenings. The burn of the desert daylight stands hand in hand with its freezing nights. As he wraps an arm around his lover, he supposes the jungle’s stable climate doesn’t allow for such adaptability. 

Tighnari manages to press even closer, back pressed up against his front. His tail slips up against his leg, sending a shiver up his spine. 

Cyno pauses, remembering his lover’s request, and decides now is a good time if any. 

He slides his arm down, brushing against his ass and slowly pushing his pants down. He tucks the waistband just above Tighnari’s thighs. The skin is slightly chilled, so he gropes one cheek in some malformed attempt to warm it. 

The man before him moans, pressing his ass back into his grip and grinding against him. 

Cyno exhales, with the slightest whine slipping out with his breath. His grip tightens, squeezing the plush flesh, before spreading his ass wide. 

Cyno realizes he’s still wet, having slipped a thumb into his hole and gently massaging him loose. The press of his digit is eased by lube and the lovelorn greeting Tighnari had given him upon arriving earlier that evening. 

He swallows at the memory, feeling his belly turn warm. 

“A wet dream?”

“Is that even possible?”

He slips out his thumb with a wet sound, and presses in two fingers, massaging gently and probing for— 

“Mhn.” Tighnari groans, body twitching but still fast asleep. 

Cyno licks his lips and grinds gently against that spot again. Tighnari exhales, tail shifting against Cyno’s leg. He thrusts a few more times, in and out, watching his lover’s brow furrow. 

Eventually he figures he’s tempting fate, and slips out his fingers, instead wrapping them around his cock and wetting it with the residual lube. He presses a kiss to the top of Tighnari’s head, before pressing it against his entrance. 

He waits for Tighnari to breathe out to slowly inch his way in. It’s slow and steady. Cyno prides himself on his temperance and self-control, but the instinct to thrust—  to fuck —  sizzles at the edges of his sleep-warm consciousness. 

When his hips press against Tighnari's plush ass, he breathes out in a shudder, trying his best to keep his lover asleep. But once he catches his breath, he grinds against him, biting his lip to hold back a moan. 

Tighnari is almost softer like this. The grip his ass has on his cock is still tight, but loose, wet, and used. 

He sets a slow pace of shallow thrusts, aimed more at grinding against his lover. 

He’s shocked Tighnari is still fast asleep—  breath even and paced—  but broken up by small mewls of pleasure. Perhaps his ears are distracted by the sound of the groaning tree and the ambient sounds of the forest outside. 

But Cyno’s are consumed by the soft sound of skin meeting skin. He groans, the pleasure almost amplified by the melatonin floating around in his brain. 

“Ah.. Hn…. Mnh. Hah…” Tighnari whimpers, shifting to press back against Cyno, and wiggling against his cock—  almost as if he’s trying to get closer. 

Cyno swallows, using his thumb to spread his ass again and watch as his member disappears between two globes of smooth, pale skin. 

He squeezes and watches as the surface begins to redden. 

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to test it out.”

“So that’s what this is: a research project.”

"Hmm.”

Thus far, Cyno has intentionally ignored his lover’s cock, hardening into a tent under the cover of his pants. Now, he tucks the waistband underneath his balls, watching as beads of pale white gather at the tip—  as the skin turns ruddy and seeing it twitch from his ministrations. 

It’s intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable and easy Tighnari looks like this. Just a hole to fuck. A mouth to swallow and moan. A sensual body made to take his cock. 

A rough thrust slips out of Cyno’s hips, blending into a harsh grind against Tighnari’s softest spot. 

His eyelashes flutter in its wake, but he doesn’t awaken. 

Cyno wants to come, but he pauses, holding his hips against Tighnari’s ass. 

He feels his walls twitch around him, almost begging for more. But he tries to catch his breath, as the ring of Tighnari’s asshole squeezes the base of his cock. He grinds back against him, pressing a hand against his navel, as if trying to find where his cock sits deep inside him. 

He presses his face against Tighnari’s neck, inhaling deeply and pressing butterfly kisses along its long slender line. 

“I love you.” He whispers, overwhelmed by the trust and vulnerability of his lover. “Tighnari, you’re so good for me.” He mumbles, grinding again and massaging his navel. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever set my eyes on.” 

He cups Tighnari’s cock, doing nothing to stroke it, but allowing Tighnari’s rabbiting hips to grind against something other than cotton. To spread his pre-cum against Cyno’s fingers and to moan deliciously as he does. “Are you going to come for me?” He asks, watching as he thrusts forward and back—  between his hand and the cock in his ass. 

It’s difficult, but Cyno waits for a whine from his lover before gently massaging Tighnari’s balls. 

“Be a good boy for me, Tighnari.” He whispers, beginning to fuck into his lover again. “Come.”

Tighnari’s ears shift and he thrashes in his sleep, but Cyno watches as his cock twitches and cups the tip as he comes into his hand. 

Cyno continues to grind, reveling in the squeeze of his lover’s ass around his cock, and rubbing against the tip of Tighnari’s cock. 

His lover moans, shifting against him. 

Cyno wants to come. 

“Please.” He begs, grinding against Tighnari. “Please.” He mumbles again. 

A chilly hand grips his waist and Cyno stops, although it takes an iron will to ignore the throb of his cock surrounded by plush, wet flesh. 

“Cyno.”

“Yes, Tighnari?” He manages to say.

“I don’t remember my dream.”

He groans. 

“I think we’ll need to do it again.”

Cyno feels his thoughts begin to cloud beyond the sense of sleepiness. “Tighnari, please let me come.”

Tighnari pauses, clenches around him, and grinds back, as if to test Cyno’s cock inside him. 

Cyno moans, unable to help but thrust back. 

“Hm.” Tighnari hums, wrapping his hand around Cyno’s wrist and lifting it to view. His spend is spread all over it, sticky between Cyno’s fingers. He glances at the hand, then back to Cyno, and says, “Clean up first.”

Cyno’s cock throbs, but he licks his hand when Tighnari moves it towards his face. Its bitter, but he swallows, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock inside his lover. 

“Okay.” Tighnari says, a glimmer in his eyes and cheeks flush with sex. “Fuck me.”

Cyno obliges, flipping him onto his front and beginning to rabbit his hips into his lover. The long pause had slightly withdrawn his need to come, but the need surges back, aided by the suddenly fast pace that he’s able to fuck his lover with. 

Tighnari moans, writhing from his sensitivity from being fucked so soon after coming, but he takes Cyno’s cock so well. 

Fuck he’s close. 

“Ah! Ah—  Ah! Cyno!” Tighnari moans. 

“Tighnari— !” He cries, fucking into him before coming inside him. 

Cyno moans, lazily fucking in and out of his lover and watching his spend begin to slip out along the rim of his ass. He presses a thumb against it, licking his lips and tasting Tighnari’s come on his tongue.

“Cyno.” Tighnari says, calling his attention again. 

“Hm…?” Cyno hums, now lax and boneless. 

His lover looks over his shoulder at him, biting his lip. 

“I’m hard again.”

Cyno whines.