[ There's a slight shiver as those hands slide over his chest because ever since earlier in the day (when he'd acquired a certain mask, in fact, not that he's pieced that together yet) everything had felt more sensitized and intense and it was hard to hide any reaction when it caught him off-guard. As so much more that he was used to.
He's pretty sure he probably consumed or inhaled something along the way - that seems likely in a place like this and he's just been doing his best to roll with it, but with Tighnari's fingers on his skin, teasing against his nipples, it's even more pronounced than before. He bites back a soft moan, the sound muffled into Tighnari's kiss as he lets himself be tugged, falling onto his side on the mattress beside where the other man is perched.
It gives him a much closer look at the tail he'd spotted in passing a few times. It flicks back and forth and he can't help but reach out to brush fingers over it, before realizing that might be rude and drawing back. ]
[ sylvain crumples beside him, and tighnari tucks in close. he's the master here, but he wants to lean into things slowly, to peel sylvain slowly apart like plucking the petals of a flower - there's no rush, after all. his hands continue to explore, down sylvain's chest, over his sides and up his back, padded fingers splaying across his shoulderblades.
when he feels those fingers against his tail, tighnari smiles, his tail curling forward to drape across sylvain's forearm. ]
It's all right. I give you permission.
[ sylvain may touch the tail. and the ears. turning his head, tighnari drags his mouth along sylvain's jaw, then whispers warm against his ear. ]
[ There’s the occasional scattering of scars along Sylvain’s torso as Tighnari explores the exposed skin, but Sylvain doesn’t seem particularly shy about them. Or about anything, really.
He runs his fingers through soft fur when permission is given, still kinda wondering at it, and that it works like a real tail. Well. It is one, he knows, but it’s still so far different from anything he’d known before today. He’d been just as amazed by Aspen’s wings.
He shivers again when that warm breath teases against his skin, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment to just enjoy it.
But that question… was both simple and more complicated than Tighnari realized. Which is why Sylvain offers him a sheepish shrug in reply. ]
I like that you care what I like. Beyond that, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy anything you throw at me here. I like all of it. [ And he’s far too accustomed to adapting himself to whatever his partner wants or needs. ]
[ that answer prompts an arched brow, because it implies that people have not cared about what he likes in the past. now isn't the time to broach such a subject, he thinks, but it's a little something that tighnari tucks away in the back of his mind for now, a little fact about sylvain that feels important, in some way. ]
Well then. All right.
[ he chuckles, his tail giving a light shiver beneath those exploring fingers - it's quite sensitive.
pressing his hands to sylvain's shoulders, tighnari pushes, rolling him onto his back with.. surprising strength, considering his size, but tighnari's arms and back are toned well from archery, he's got a little more kick in him than one might think. smooth and sinuous, he slides onto sylvain, one knee pressing between his thighs and up, applying pressure to his groin. meanwhile, his hand coasts down, fingertips dragging in a circle around his navel before sliding lower, through that soft trail of dark ginger. ]
[ His response is chuckled as he lets himself be pushed over onto his back and maneuvered where Tighnari wants him. He doesn’t offer any resistance, but his hands do come up to clutch at the other man’s hips as he positions himself over him. There’s a quiet groan when that knee presses up against him, his own hips rocking against it shallowly in automatic response. Not a lot, just enough to enjoy the pressure and friction of it.
He watches those fingers trail down his torso with anticipation and interest. ]
Although isn’t this backwards? If you’re the master, shouldn’t I be pleasuring you right now?
Not necessarily. It just means I'm in charge. I get to play with you as I please.
[ that grind upward is rewarded with a nip to the shell of sylvain's ear, and tighnari's thigh pressing a little harder, but he's soon carefully undoing sylvain's trousers, popping open the top button. ]
Don't worry, I'll get my pleasure, too. But first I want to see you squirm.
[ for as delicate and sweet as he looks, tighnari's tone is anything but. his voice is lowered, rougher as he drags down the short zipper, then slides his hand into the heat of sylvain's pants, palming at his cock through his underclothes. ]
[ Another shiver in anticipation at those words, followed by a husky groan as he feels the heated press of a hand through thin fabric. He's hardening beneath it as he swallows around the snugness of the choker he wears, eyes darkening a shade as they flicker open again. ]
Hmmm. Well, I'll do my best to be a very satisfying toy for you, then.
[ He can't say he even minds the idea, even if he's normally one who maintains a pretty firm grip on his control. Not that he's let that slide just yet - he's played this role without giving anything up before. But he suspects Tighnari might see through that easier than some of his previous partners did. ]
[ sylvain's response is light, but very satisfying, tighnari's keen ears drinking in the sound of that rough groan. it sends a wave of goosebumps down his forearm.
he gives no response, only leans in to press their mouths together in another lingering kiss, his padded fingers teasing a little while longer before he hooks his thumb into sylvain's underclothing and tugs down, releasing his cock from its confines. from there, he drags the very tips of his fingers along its underside, so slow, so teasing, feather-light and soft.
tighnari's lips part, and he drags a fang along sylvain's lower lip, tugging, following it up by a swipe of his tongue. his breathing is a little more rushed now, his hips arching downward, grinding himself against the top of sylvain's thigh. ]
[ His groan is deeper this time, the sound husky in his throat as his head falls back onto the bed, throat arching slightly. Tighnari’s fingers fingers feel different on his skin, as well, even though he can’t pick up on why exactly, not having seen the pads earlier.
He slides his thigh slightly so he can press it up more firmly against Tighnari. Giving him friction to move against, even as his own hips rock up shallowly into that touch. ]
[ tighnari can't help his smile, or the soft chuckle that rolls against sylvain's skin as his fingers continue to work, very gently tracing sylvain's full length, before teasing around the flared tip, where he knows his partner will be wonderfully sensitive. ]
Is that so..?
[ his smile is evident in his voice. tighnari enjoys this, enjoys teasing, working his partners up slowly and almost painfully, until they're ready to burst. sylvain is responding beautifully, and tighnari is happy to enjoy the sight of him as he arches and breathes and rolls his hips. it's enough to have tighnari's blood running south as well, growing stiffer in his pants, hot and hard as he presses his hips down. ]
[ He gives a quiet hiss as those fingertips circle just under the tip of him. He knows this game, is typically quite adept at playing it, too. But whatever started affecting him earlier is still very much in effect now, making him feel far more sensitive than he should be. His skin pebbling under the brush of fingers or the whisper of warm breath. ]
[ it's so satisfying to do this, to feel sylvain's response. there's so much tighnari wants to do - to touch him and tease him, to taste him, to ride him, to fuck him, it's all so enticing. there's time to enjoy plenty of things, however, and they can always retire to one of their rooms as well, if it comes to it. ]
Good.
[ tighnari is enjoying this, too. he drags his fingertips for a little bit longer, up and down his full length once, twice, three times, before he finally closes his fingers around sylvain's girth and gets him fully in hand. he pulls in slow, deep strokes from root to tip, his thumb swiping over the wet tip. ]
[ His eyes slam closed again as those fingers stroke him more firmly now, his fingers dropping to curl into the sheets beneath him. And yeah, Tighnari's right, he's hardly small, but it feels incredible to have those fingers stroking like they are.
Sylvain, who's far more accustomed to keeping his control, even to the point of choosing how much he lets himself fall into his pleasure, is struggling to do anything of the sort. It washes over him, leaving him shuddering at the stimulation. If he could actually string a thought together, he'd be a little amazed that it felt so easy. Or maybe he'd be suspicious that it was so easy. Hard to tell.
Luckily for both of them, he doesn't actually give a damn right now because he's far more distracted with how good this feels. ]
[ oh, this is so much better than tighnari had expected. sylvain looks beautiful, sprawled out and panting, flushed and hot and achingly hard for him. tighnari presses a line of hot kisses along sylvain's jaw, before dragging his tongue along the tender space beneath his ear, and his fingers tighten, squeezing his cock, pumping a little harder. ]
Mmm.. good boy.
[ he whispers, before he's dropping another line of kisses down his throat, and along the ridge of his collarbone. he's feeling flushed now, warm and aroused, his pulse kicking up and his ears laying back against his hair - tighnari is good at this, at being in charge, being decisive, knowing what he wants.
sitting up a little bit, tighnari reaches down to undo his own pants. ]
[ The shudder that slips down his spine at the praise takes him by surprise, has him biting back a quiet whimper, teeth worrying his lip as Tighnari’s strokes turn deliciously rougher.
He feels the man above him start to move and those lust-darkened eyes flick open once more to watch, dropping when those hands drop to unfasten his own pants.
Sylvain’s hands are quick to slide up his thighs, though, since those are the closest parts of him in reach. ]
Any preference where? [ There’s a deliberate pause there before he casts Tighnari a cheeky smirk and lets his voice drop into a huskier note before adding on the last bit. ] …Master?
[ that cheeky little master earns sylvain an arched brow. ]
That's right, and don't you forget it. Touch my back, and my tail.
[ he murmurs, before surging downward to kiss sylvain again, freeing his own cock so that they rub together when he rocks his hips downward. with both of them in hand now, tighnari strokes them together as best as he can with his small hand, gathering precum with his thumb to lubricate the way. ]
[ The kiss muffles the deep moan Sylvain makes when Tighnari grinds down against him, bringing his cock to slide against his own. Hips arch as Sylvain's hands automatically slide up Tighnari's hips to grip - or maybe cling - before sliding further up his back as bidden.
Calloused fingertips sweep along the line of his spine, the faintest scrape of nails adding an edge to the touch, before he wraps fingers around the man's tail and strokes down it like one would a cat. Curious and exploring, even if it is more than a little distracted by the strokes of Tighnari's own fingers. ]
[ sylvain has good hands, warm and broad, callused from his work with the spear, and as they drag over his skin he hums, shivering, his skin jumping beneath the pull of sylvain's hands. the stroke down his tail earns a low, soft purr in his chest that rolls and rumbles, and tighnari takes a moment simply to enjoy it.
but then he's moving again, giving their cocks a few more slow, deep strokes before he releases them to lean over toward the nightstand, tugging open the small drawer there. inside are a number of toys, which.. tighnari considers for a moment, before he draws out the tube of lubricant beside them. ]
[ Sylvain’s grin is quick and crooked as he takes in the lube Tighnari has pulled out of the nightstand. But he’s also quick to obey, hands sliding down to grip the hem of the oversized sweater Tighnari wears to try and tug it up over his head. And his ears. Which is something he’s never had to maneuver before so this is going to be an adventure.
He has no idea how his pants work with his tail, but he supposes he’s gonna have to figure it out quickly.
And he might eye the sweater a moment after removing it, fingers twitching to fold it, but there’s nowhere to put it, so he sighs and tosses it over to drape on the chair not far from the bed instead.
His inner neat freak will just have to deal for now. ]
[ tighnari lifts his arms and straightens his ears to allow sylvain to sweep his sweater over his head, leaving it aside. he's a bit of a neat freak too, sometimes, but right now he's occupied with sylvain, and that's all that he wants to be thinking about right now. sylvain will need a little help with his tail, he thinks, so tighnari reaches back to tug down the back of his leggings, slipping his tail through the hole to free it.
then he's taking sylvain's hands, guiding them, using them to help to tug his leggings down over his thighs and off, leaving him entirely nude, the lichtenberg scar reaching down his chest and right shoulder and arm on clear display.
after that, tighnari plucks up the bottle of lubricant again, while he moves to straddle sylvain's hips again, grinding down hard and slow to create warm, pleasurable friction. flicking the tube open with his thumb, tighnari spreads the lubricant against his fingers, his brown-green eyes shifted downward to watch sylvain's face as his hand drops again, dragging slippery fingers along sylvain's cock. ]
[ Sylvain’s eyes are drawn to that scar and he lets his fingers trace along the jagged lines. He’s seen such scars as the result of magic attacks, but never quite like this.
Then he gets distracted because Tighnari is grinding down against him once more, naked this time, and then adding the slide of slicked fingers, making him give a breathless groan as his hands grip the man’s hips, nails biting lightly into skin.
He’s a little surprised that Tighnari starts slicking his cock, but he can work with that, whatever the other man wants with him. Still, he does slide his hand around to trail fingers along the underside of his cock. ]
Let me? [ He lets his gaze drop to the tube of lube, knowing he might have an easier angle for this. ]
[ while sylvain is busy tracing tighnari's scar, tighnari is busy slicking up sylvain's cock, squeezing and sliding and teasing the tip, at least until he asks to do it himself. tighnari tilts his head, regarding him for a moment, before he decides to assent and press the bottle of lubricant into his callused palm. ]
I'll allow it.
[ tighnari shifts his weight a little, lifting his hips and curling his tail up against his back.
he's flushed and warm by now, his cock hard and reddened, slick at the tip and aching to be touched, but he's just as disciplined with himself as he's being with sylvain.. for now. he wants to wait, wants to enjoy this all thoroughly and completely. his pupils are blown wide as he looks down into sylvain's handsome face, his ears swiveling forward, at attention. ]
[ Sylvain takes the lube, slathering it on his fingers. It’s different from the oils he’s used to from home, but this might work even better.
His fingers slicked, he slides his hand down between them… not reaching for his own cock, but slipping between Tighnari’s thighs so he can slide them back to circle that tight ring of muscle. Coating his skin with the oil in preparation before letting a finger slip inside of him, just up to the first knuckle. ]
[ sylvain's slick fingers slide along the seam of his ass, and tighnari tenses with excitement, with anticipation, and when he feels his finger slip inside he hums, closing his eyes and giving his hips a slow rock downward. it isn't enough, but it's good, and more is coming. tighnari's tail flicks back and forth, contented, and his hands drop to touch sylvain, palms sliding along his forearms. ]
More..
[ closing his eyes, tighnari presses his hips downward, already aching for more. ]
[ He feels that tail flicking against his legs - which is very strange, but he likes the softness of it. At the demand for more, he gives Tighnari exactly what he wants, working his finger a little deeper into him, feeling the muscles stretch and give before he starts easing another finger into him, intensifying the feel.
His own cock aches, but he ignores it for now, needing to focus on what he’s doing before his own anticipation (and heightened sensitivity - not that he realizes that) gets carried away. Fortunately, Tighnari is very distracting. ]
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He's pretty sure he probably consumed or inhaled something along the way - that seems likely in a place like this and he's just been doing his best to roll with it, but with Tighnari's fingers on his skin, teasing against his nipples, it's even more pronounced than before. He bites back a soft moan, the sound muffled into Tighnari's kiss as he lets himself be tugged, falling onto his side on the mattress beside where the other man is perched.
It gives him a much closer look at the tail he'd spotted in passing a few times. It flicks back and forth and he can't help but reach out to brush fingers over it, before realizing that might be rude and drawing back. ]
Oops, sorry.
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when he feels those fingers against his tail, tighnari smiles, his tail curling forward to drape across sylvain's forearm. ]
It's all right. I give you permission.
[ sylvain may touch the tail. and the ears. turning his head, tighnari drags his mouth along sylvain's jaw, then whispers warm against his ear. ]
Tell me what you like.
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He runs his fingers through soft fur when permission is given, still kinda wondering at it, and that it works like a real tail. Well. It is one, he knows, but it’s still so far different from anything he’d known before today. He’d been just as amazed by Aspen’s wings.
He shivers again when that warm breath teases against his skin, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment to just enjoy it.
But that question… was both simple and more complicated than Tighnari realized. Which is why Sylvain offers him a sheepish shrug in reply. ]
I like that you care what I like. Beyond that, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy anything you throw at me here. I like all of it. [ And he’s far too accustomed to adapting himself to whatever his partner wants or needs. ]
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Well then. All right.
[ he chuckles, his tail giving a light shiver beneath those exploring fingers - it's quite sensitive.
pressing his hands to sylvain's shoulders, tighnari pushes, rolling him onto his back with.. surprising strength, considering his size, but tighnari's arms and back are toned well from archery, he's got a little more kick in him than one might think. smooth and sinuous, he slides onto sylvain, one knee pressing between his thighs and up, applying pressure to his groin. meanwhile, his hand coasts down, fingertips dragging in a circle around his navel before sliding lower, through that soft trail of dark ginger. ]
Let's see how long it takes to make you snap.
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[ His response is chuckled as he lets himself be pushed over onto his back and maneuvered where Tighnari wants him. He doesn’t offer any resistance, but his hands do come up to clutch at the other man’s hips as he positions himself over him. There’s a quiet groan when that knee presses up against him, his own hips rocking against it shallowly in automatic response. Not a lot, just enough to enjoy the pressure and friction of it.
He watches those fingers trail down his torso with anticipation and interest. ]
Although isn’t this backwards? If you’re the master, shouldn’t I be pleasuring you right now?
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[ that grind upward is rewarded with a nip to the shell of sylvain's ear, and tighnari's thigh pressing a little harder, but he's soon carefully undoing sylvain's trousers, popping open the top button. ]
Don't worry, I'll get my pleasure, too. But first I want to see you squirm.
[ for as delicate and sweet as he looks, tighnari's tone is anything but. his voice is lowered, rougher as he drags down the short zipper, then slides his hand into the heat of sylvain's pants, palming at his cock through his underclothes. ]
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Hmmm. Well, I'll do my best to be a very satisfying toy for you, then.
[ He can't say he even minds the idea, even if he's normally one who maintains a pretty firm grip on his control. Not that he's let that slide just yet - he's played this role without giving anything up before. But he suspects Tighnari might see through that easier than some of his previous partners did. ]
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he gives no response, only leans in to press their mouths together in another lingering kiss, his padded fingers teasing a little while longer before he hooks his thumb into sylvain's underclothing and tugs down, releasing his cock from its confines. from there, he drags the very tips of his fingers along its underside, so slow, so teasing, feather-light and soft.
tighnari's lips part, and he drags a fang along sylvain's lower lip, tugging, following it up by a swipe of his tongue. his breathing is a little more rushed now, his hips arching downward, grinding himself against the top of sylvain's thigh. ]
You feel nice..
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He slides his thigh slightly so he can press it up more firmly against Tighnari. Giving him friction to move against, even as his own hips rock up shallowly into that touch. ]
Think… think that’s supposed to be my line, too.
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Is that so..?
[ his smile is evident in his voice. tighnari enjoys this, enjoys teasing, working his partners up slowly and almost painfully, until they're ready to burst. sylvain is responding beautifully, and tighnari is happy to enjoy the sight of him as he arches and breathes and rolls his hips. it's enough to have tighnari's blood running south as well, growing stiffer in his pants, hot and hard as he presses his hips down. ]
Feeling good, hmm?
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You could say that, yes.
[ Fucking understatement, more likely. ]
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Good.
[ tighnari is enjoying this, too. he drags his fingertips for a little bit longer, up and down his full length once, twice, three times, before he finally closes his fingers around sylvain's girth and gets him fully in hand. he pulls in slow, deep strokes from root to tip, his thumb swiping over the wet tip. ]
Big boy.
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[ His eyes slam closed again as those fingers stroke him more firmly now, his fingers dropping to curl into the sheets beneath him. And yeah, Tighnari's right, he's hardly small, but it feels incredible to have those fingers stroking like they are.
Sylvain, who's far more accustomed to keeping his control, even to the point of choosing how much he lets himself fall into his pleasure, is struggling to do anything of the sort. It washes over him, leaving him shuddering at the stimulation. If he could actually string a thought together, he'd be a little amazed that it felt so easy. Or maybe he'd be suspicious that it was so easy. Hard to tell.
Luckily for both of them, he doesn't actually give a damn right now because he's far more distracted with how good this feels. ]
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Mmm.. good boy.
[ he whispers, before he's dropping another line of kisses down his throat, and along the ridge of his collarbone. he's feeling flushed now, warm and aroused, his pulse kicking up and his ears laying back against his hair - tighnari is good at this, at being in charge, being decisive, knowing what he wants.
sitting up a little bit, tighnari reaches down to undo his own pants. ]
Put your hands on me.
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He feels the man above him start to move and those lust-darkened eyes flick open once more to watch, dropping when those hands drop to unfasten his own pants.
Sylvain’s hands are quick to slide up his thighs, though, since those are the closest parts of him in reach. ]
Any preference where? [ There’s a deliberate pause there before he casts Tighnari a cheeky smirk and lets his voice drop into a huskier note before adding on the last bit. ] …Master?
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That's right, and don't you forget it. Touch my back, and my tail.
[ he murmurs, before surging downward to kiss sylvain again, freeing his own cock so that they rub together when he rocks his hips downward. with both of them in hand now, tighnari strokes them together as best as he can with his small hand, gathering precum with his thumb to lubricate the way. ]
Now, what to do with you..
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Calloused fingertips sweep along the line of his spine, the faintest scrape of nails adding an edge to the touch, before he wraps fingers around the man's tail and strokes down it like one would a cat. Curious and exploring, even if it is more than a little distracted by the strokes of Tighnari's own fingers. ]
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but then he's moving again, giving their cocks a few more slow, deep strokes before he releases them to lean over toward the nightstand, tugging open the small drawer there. inside are a number of toys, which.. tighnari considers for a moment, before he draws out the tube of lubricant beside them. ]
Now, undress me.
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He has no idea how his pants work with his tail, but he supposes he’s gonna have to figure it out quickly.
And he might eye the sweater a moment after removing it, fingers twitching to fold it, but there’s nowhere to put it, so he sighs and tosses it over to drape on the chair not far from the bed instead.
His inner neat freak will just have to deal for now. ]
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then he's taking sylvain's hands, guiding them, using them to help to tug his leggings down over his thighs and off, leaving him entirely nude, the lichtenberg scar reaching down his chest and right shoulder and arm on clear display.
after that, tighnari plucks up the bottle of lubricant again, while he moves to straddle sylvain's hips again, grinding down hard and slow to create warm, pleasurable friction. flicking the tube open with his thumb, tighnari spreads the lubricant against his fingers, his brown-green eyes shifted downward to watch sylvain's face as his hand drops again, dragging slippery fingers along sylvain's cock. ]
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Then he gets distracted because Tighnari is grinding down against him once more, naked this time, and then adding the slide of slicked fingers, making him give a breathless groan as his hands grip the man’s hips, nails biting lightly into skin.
He’s a little surprised that Tighnari starts slicking his cock, but he can work with that, whatever the other man wants with him. Still, he does slide his hand around to trail fingers along the underside of his cock. ]
Let me? [ He lets his gaze drop to the tube of lube, knowing he might have an easier angle for this. ]
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I'll allow it.
[ tighnari shifts his weight a little, lifting his hips and curling his tail up against his back.
he's flushed and warm by now, his cock hard and reddened, slick at the tip and aching to be touched, but he's just as disciplined with himself as he's being with sylvain.. for now. he wants to wait, wants to enjoy this all thoroughly and completely. his pupils are blown wide as he looks down into sylvain's handsome face, his ears swiveling forward, at attention. ]
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His fingers slicked, he slides his hand down between them… not reaching for his own cock, but slipping between Tighnari’s thighs so he can slide them back to circle that tight ring of muscle. Coating his skin with the oil in preparation before letting a finger slip inside of him, just up to the first knuckle. ]
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More..
[ closing his eyes, tighnari presses his hips downward, already aching for more. ]
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His own cock aches, but he ignores it for now, needing to focus on what he’s doing before his own anticipation (and heightened sensitivity - not that he realizes that) gets carried away. Fortunately, Tighnari is very distracting. ]
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