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Tighnari’s love for Cyno ran deep.

He adored Cyno for who he truly was, and not the cold and distant image that others perceived him to be. To others, Cyno was known as a reserved and distant person who didn't easily open up to others, as his seriousness and aloofness often intimidated people.

But Tighnari knew the real him. He knew that under that stoic demeanor, was someone kind. Someone loving and warm, gentle, and quirky in his own little way. Tighnari was well-acquainted with this side of Cyno, as it was why he'd fallen in love with him in the first place.

But that was a side reserved only to Tighnari and their closest of friends. To everyone else, they only saw his other side as the General Mahamatra.

Tighnari was well aware of Cyno's intimidating reputation as the General, but he’d never personally experienced that side of him- nor was he familiar with it. Perhaps it was because of his privilege as Cyno’s lover, maybe because of their deep connection over the years- but Tighnari had never seen that side of Cyno.

Unlike those around him, he’d never been on the receiving end of the General Mahamatra's wrath, whatever that entailed.

At first, Tighnari didn't give it much thought. It wasn't a concern for him and it never really crossed his mind.

Until his interest had been piqued that day- where it all started with Kaveh during a gathering at Alhaitham's house.

The four of them had ended up playing card games until some ungodly hour, and by the end of it, Cyno had gotten up to use the restroom. He’d excused himself from the table, but before leaving, he’d leaned over to kiss the top of Tighnari’s head; the sweet action making Kaveh’s eyes widen in surprise.

He’d watched Cyno leave before turning to face Tighnari with a lovestruck gleam in his eye. With a charming wink, Kaveh leaned in closely to him.

“So, how are things going with you and Cyno, anyway?” He wondered aloud.

Tighnari shifted his gaze towards the blonde before reclining comfortably in his chair.

"Y'know, the usual. He's really good to me," Tighnari smiled, "and he takes good care of me. What more could I ask for?"

“Aww. You two are so domestic, unlike a certain somebody,” Kaveh commented, shooting a hard look toward Alhaitham, who didn't even raise his head to acknowledge it. “Did you hear that, Haitham? Tighnari called Cyno a gentle boyfriend.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Tighnari thought about Cyno with a fond smile, resting his chin in his palm. “That’s a good way to describe him.”

Kaveh threw his head back with a little laugh, propping his head up with his hand.

"You know, even though you say that, I still find it a little hard to believe," Kaveh mused thoughtfully, "like is he always like that? Even when you two are alone?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't he be?" wondered Tighnari, arching an eyebrow when he sees Kaveh's demeanor turn awkward.

“No, I mean, when you guys are alone...” Kaveh emphasized again, still visibly grappling for the right words. Eventually, he moved in closer to Tighnari and spoke in a hushed tone that was a little too noticeable, “You know… does he ever get a little wild?"

Confused, Tighnari directed a quizzical expression toward Alhaitham as Kaveh struggled to articulate his thoughts. Alhaitham let out a soft sigh in response.

“He’s curious about your sex life.” Alhaitham finally deadpanned, never taking his eyes off his book. “Therefore, I apologize on behalf of whatever stupidity he says next.”

At that, Kaveh gasped loudly in genuine offense.

“No, shut up!” At Kaveh’s tone, Alhaitham only rolled his eyes at him. 

“If you’re going to be nosy with other people and their lives, then at least be honest.” Alhaitham mumbled flatly. Kaveh’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment, the other whirling around to face him.

“Are you kidding?! Need I remind you that you’re the only reason I’m even talking about this!” Kaveh spluttered, pointing an accusatory finger over at Alhaitham, “Don't make me feel like a pervy weirdo for asking about it!"

“Um.” Tighnari's eyes darted between the two of them before finally settling his gaze on a flustered Kaveh. “It’s fine if you want to ask me something personal. You know I wouldn't mind."

At that, Kaveh sighed loudly in relief, turning to face him.

“Exactly. This is why I love you, Tighnari. You’re the only person in all of Teyvat who gets me.” Kaveh mused, reaching out to clasp his hands tightly. “I should date you instead.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tighnari chuckled softly when he catches Alhaitham rolling his eyes again. A few more seconds pass before Kaveh eventually released Tighnari from his tight embrace, the blond glancing around them and leaning in again.

“Okay, don’t judge me for asking, but I was wondering how Cyno was,” Kaveh whispered. 

Like how he was doing? Was Kaveh worried about him?

Tighnari's eyes widened in surprise at his question, but before he could even respond, Kaveh rushes to complete his earlier thought.

“... In bed.” Kaveh blurted out quickly.

“Oh,” Tighnari blinked, a little taken aback. “He’s, um… really good…” 

"Good, good," Kaveh echoed a little awkwardly, his gaze shifting to Alhaitham as he loudly turned a page in his book. “Is he like… rough, or…”

Rough? Without hesitation, Tighnari shook his head, much to Kaveh’s surprise. Alhaitham even peered over his book to look at Tighnari, letting out a soft exhale at his response.

The furthest they ever went was scratching or biting, most of which were because of Tighnari. For his dignity, he decides to keep those thoughts to himself.

“So no choking, or uh… slapping… spanking…” Kaveh continued, dragging out each word, "Um... hair pulling..."

“No, not really.” Tighnari crossed his legs together, giving the blond a puzzled look. “Why? Do you think he's into that?”

"Well duh! It's because of how he is! He comes across as pretty scary and intimidating, so it's natural for me to assume that he's a little kinky!” Kaveh blurted out, “You know, just the other day Haitham was telling me how Cyno confronted him when he was with the Traveler. He threatened him and everything!" Kaveh continued, fidgeting, "So I didn't expect him to be so..." Kaveh trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Vanilla.” Alhaitham murmured under his breath, somewhat amused by the entire ordeal. 

"We're not even talking to you," Kaveh hissed, glaring at Alhaitham as he laughed. "Shut up and read your book."

"Make me," Alhaitham countered, not budging when Kaveh suddenly stood up from the couch. He reached out to confront Alhaitham, looking flustered, but Tighnari heard footsteps approaching from down the hallway, getting louder and louder.

Turning over his shoulder, Tighnari's furry ears twitched as Kaveh's voice raised in the middle of their heated exchange.

“Ugh, Haitham, stop projecting! I told you- not everyone is a freak like you!” Kaveh blurted out, “There’s nothing wrong with being vanilla-”

“What’s vanilla?” Cyno reappeared from around the corner, glancing over at the scene unfurling in front of his eyes. He looked over at the three of them, his gaze lingering on Tighnari.

“You,” Alhaitham quickly muttered, but Kaveh quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

“U-um, your cake!” Kaveh stammered, his cheeks reddening. “Your future birthday cake!”

Cyno gave him a quizzical look as he approached the group.

“My birthday is in two months.” Cyno mumbled as he took a seat beside Tighnari, who instinctively curled up beside him, resting his head against his shoulder. This time, Alhaitham muttered something against Kaveh's palm again, causing the blond to shriek and push him down with all his might.

“We’re just trying to be prepared. You know how we are. Always planning ahead.” Kaveh quickly interjected, glaring at Alhaitham when he said something else, muffled against his palm. “Shut up. Stop talking.”

Tighnari couldn't help but be amused by the banter between them, and he laughed softly. Instinctively, he relaxed as Cyno ran his fingers gently through his fur, leaning in close to his ear to ask a question. 

"They weren't too much while I was away, were they?" Cyno asked quietly. 

Tighnari shook his head.

"No, not at all. They're..." Tighnari glanced at them again, laughing, "Well, they're something else."

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That had been a week ago.

Since then, Tighnari couldn’t get Kaveh’s words out of his head. 

He didn’t have any complaints from their sex life, not a single one, but now he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He'd never seen Cyno... like that, and he certainly wasn't opposed to the idea. 

He spares a few glances in Cyno’s direction. He was busy writing something, the candlelight flickering on the desk as he flipped through page after page. Tighnari watches him work tirelessly as he flips through the countless documents, page after page of legal bullshit he rather not get into. 

For some reason, just watching Cyno made Tighnari feel a little hot and bothered. He kept his eyes fixed on him before slowly walking in his direction, the wooden floor creaking under his steps.

“Cyno,” Tighnari calls for him softly, his arms draping around his lover's neck. He presses a soft kiss to the tanned skin there, again and again, trying to get his attention. "We need to talk."

“Hm?” He glances up at Tighnari, his eyes widening when Tighnari presses close to him. “What's up, Nari?”

“Just wanna ask you something. You busy?” Tighnari tries to get a glimpse of what Cyno is writing. It looks like some kind of detailed paperwork, long and meticulous.

Cyno turns his head towards Tighnari, smiling softly. "You know that I'm never too busy for you," he replies, turning his chair to face him.

At the invitation, Tighnari jumps onto his lap and settles down, looking up at Cyno. As he averts his gaze, the blush on his cheeks becomes more and more obvious.

Damn it. Tighnari bites his lip, feeling nervous as he tries to gather his thoughts. He had rehearsed this conversation in his head five minutes ago, but now that he was face to face with Cyno, it felt much harder to say.

"Um..." he begins tentatively. Cyno looks at him with a gentle expression, waiting for him to continue.

"Are you in heat?" Cyno guesses, his voice patient. Too patient.

Tighnari's face flushes with embarrassment. "No, it's not that," he stammers. "There's something else that's been on my mind for a while now, it's just..." he trails off, taking a deep breath before summoning all the courage he has to finally speak.

"Cyno, I want you to arrest me," he blurts out.

The silence between them stretches out, leaving Cyno unsure of what to say for several seconds. His red eyes widen as he tries to process Tighnari's words, before finally managing to respond, his eyes wide.

“...Why?” Cyno asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He regards Tighnari with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, still trying to make sense of what he'd just been told. 

"It's a long story, actually. You can blame Kaveh." Tighnari nervously laughs. "Um, he made me think about how you act around other people, and it made me think about us, and..."

After taking a deep breath, Tighnari finally admits what's been on his mind this entire time. 

“I don't know. I can't explain it, I just want to feel like I'm at your mercy.” Tighnari blurts out, his cheeks warm, "Like when we're in bed or messing around, I want to feel like you're making me submit to you."

And as a few more seconds pass, Tighnari musters the courage to meet Cyno's gaze once again. His cheeks heat up as he catches Cyno's eye, the intensity of his stare taking him aback.

"Ah." Cyno clears his throat quietly, noticeably flustered. "So you want me to... dominate you?" Cyno asks, still trying to process Tighnari's request.

“Yeah. I want you to put me in my place.” Tighnari feels a little shy when he feels his tail slightly wagging behind him. “Like how you handle those people you deal with.”

“Those are criminals, Tighnari.” Cyno reminds him, his tone serious.

“Yeah, but for all you know, I could be one too,” Tighnari retorts, huffing and holding his head up. "I could be a secret criminal who's been fooling you this entire time."

There is another brief moment of silence before Cyno responds. “You're most definitely not,” he mumbles, giving Tighnari a long look. "I would know."

Tighnari pouts and reaches out to lightly run the pads of his fingers against Cyno's white bangs, brushing them out of his eyes. Cyno gazes up at him, his intense gaze not leaving Tighnari, making his heart skip a beat.

"Look, the point is, I just..." Tighnari takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his heart pounding under Cyno's intense gaze. "I just want to know how other people see you. I know you don't mean anything by it, but I want to feel like I'm..."

"Submissive?" Cyno guesses again, his eyes softening when Tighnari nods again. "Alright, I see where you're coming from."

"You do?" Tighnari lets out a sigh of relief upon seeing Cyno nod. "Archons, I'm so glad. I was worried you would find it weird or something."

Cyno quickly shakes his head.

"Not at all. I don't have an issue with any of that, Nari." Cyno mumbles, a bit shyly. "But if I'm being honest, I don't think it'll be easy for me."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Tighnari asks, a little surprised when Cyno glances away, flustered once again.

"Because it's you," Cyno says, his voice lower than usual, "I can't imagine being so rough with you."

Tighnari lets out a small chuckle at Cyno's shy response, finding it endearing. His heart swells with affection and tenderness when he notices the faint blush on Cyno's cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess that's understandable, but I trust you." Tighnari says with a fond smile, reaching out to gently stroke Cyno's smooth cheek. "I know you would never hurt me."

"...Yeah. Never." Cyno murmurs, leaning into Tighnari's touch and closing his eyes. "But if this is what you truly desire, then I'll do it for you." Cyno whispers tenderly, his low voice filled with affection.

"For me?" Tighnari laughs softly, gazing affectionately at his lover. "You spoil me too much," he teases.

"Mhm. And you always get away with it," Cyno gives Tighnari a playful look, "Because you know that I can't ever cy-no to you.” 

Stunned into silence, Tighnari can only stare at him, unable to formulate a damned thought in his head.

"I..." Tighnari eventually closes his mouth, shaking his head. "You know what, just this once, I'll let it slide." he says, his expression a mixture of amusement and fondness.

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As planned, the fantasy begins by the moment Cyno walks in through his door. He’s mentally prepared himself for this, and knowing that Cyno was entering with a specific purpose was exhilarating.

Tighnari senses Cyno's approach long before he enters the room. With his back still turned towards the door, Tighnari hears the familiar creak of the front door opening and the sound of footsteps coming to a stop.

"Forest Ranger Tighnari," Cyno's deep and alluring voice reaches him from behind, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine. He doesn’t turn around yet, but he can feel Cyno's presence close behind him.

The door closes with a soft click, and a charged silence fills the room. Tighnari takes a deep breath, bracing himself, before finally turning around to face Cyno.

“General Mahamatra? What are you doing here?" Tighnari's breath catches in his throat as he locks eyes with Cyno, feeling his knees go weak. Cyno's intense gaze, with his red eyes shining like fire, sends a shiver down Tighnari's spine. 

"There's something I need to discuss with you," Cyno says, his voice low and commanding. Tighnari can't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement at the way Cyno looks at him, making him feel both small and aroused.

“Yeah? What is it?” Tighnari feels secretly giddy, but he tries to not let it show on his face.

“Some things have been brought to my attention regarding a breach in protocol,” Cyno mutters, his eyes narrowing, “and some research that you’ve conducted without any explicit permission."

A mischievous smile plays on Tighnari's lips as he casts a seductive glance at Cyno, meeting his stern gaze with a lustful stare.

"I didn't know I couldn't conduct my own research." Tighnari shrugs, "How was I supposed to know that was against the rules?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You knew." Cyno responds coldly, his stern tone making Tighnari's heart race. "You just chose to never report your findings."

Tighnari's lips curl up into a sly little smile.

“And what about it? Am I supposed to do everything the Akademiya tells me to do?" Tighnari says, taking a small step in Cyno's direction. Cyno visibly hesitates before taking a step back, repeating the action until his back hits the door. "Surely you didn't come all this way just to reprimand me over some innocent rule breaking."

"I..." Cyno's breath hitches when he feels Tighnari's hands lightly press against his chest for a split second. Teasing him. 

"So tell me, General, what’s the real reason that you’re here?” Tighnari muses. "Did you miss me?"

Immediately, Cyno's eyes darken with intensity. He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening once again.

"I'm here for your confession." he says, his voice low and commanding, “But clearly, I have more than enough evidence that shows that you have no remorse for what you've done."

Tighnari's heart races with excitement as he challenges Cyno, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Yeah? So what if I don't?" he muses, looking up at him with a seductive smirk. "Why should it matter to you or anyone else what I do?"

“It matters under the regulations you must follow, Forest Ranger,” Cyno repeats somewhat monotonously, “And those who violate the law meet my judgment.”

And at that, Tighnari leans in even closer, his smirk widening as he hears Cyno audibly swallow, his warm breath tickling his ear.

"But what if I want to be judged by you, General?" Tighnari whispers, his voice dripping with desire. "What if I want you to punish me for breaking the rules? For being bad?"

“Don't test me, Tighnari.” Cyno's voice is noticeably strained, but his tone is edged with a warning.

And oddly enough, it only makes Tighnari's pulse quicken with excitement, and he can't resist the temptation to push him a little further.

"Or what, General?" he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Cyno's neck before pulling back. "You gonna arrest me?"

“I’ll do a lot worse than just that.” Cyno deadpans, raising an eyebrow when Tighnari rolls his eyes.

“Oh please.” Tighnari murmurs dismissively, rolling his eyes. “If you’re trying to intimidate me, it’s not working, so just…”

And suddenly, he's aware of Cyno’s presence, the other taking a step closer. He gasps softly as Cyno's hand slides around his hips, pulling him closer.

"Are you underestimating me? I could very easily make you regret those words." Cyno whispers in his ear, the rasp and tone making his ears twitch excitedly. “You don't know what I can do to you, Tighnari.”

Archons, this is what he was missing out on this whole time. Tighnari feels dizzy at their close proximity, his breathing picking up.

“Show me, then.” he blurts out, his voice weak. Tighnari's voice is barely above a whisper as he utters the words, his body trembling with anticipation.

Cyno's eyes darken as he steps closer to Tighnari, his hand trailing up his chest and to the back of his neck. This time, it’s Tighnari who takes a step back, his eyes widening when he feels Cyno grab at him, crashing their lips together.

Cyno kisses him with an intensity that seems to be motivated by a desire to prove a point, unlike their previous encounters. Tighnari stumbles back, finally backing against his desk, his eyes widening in surprise. Cyno breaks the kiss abruptly, his gaze locking onto Tighnari's with an intense stare.

“Turn around.” Cyno's voice lowers, making Tighnari's fox ears twitch in response. 

Strangely enough, Tighnari's body moves on its own accord as he obediently turns around, surprising even himself.

And before he can say anything else, he lets out a yelp as he's suddenly bent forward onto the table, his chest colliding with the surface. He quickly props himself up with his forearms and turns his head to glance over his shoulder.

Cyno stares at him, reaching over to carefully untie the sash around his slim waist. Tighnari flinches as calloused fingers lightly press against his skin, his tail accidentally brushing against Cyno’s face again and again.

“Stop moving,” Cyno firmly tells him, but this time, his voice feels noticeably softer than before.

“I-I can’t help it! If I could make it stop moving, I would!” Tighnari blurts out, squirming, “What the hell are you even doing?”

When Cyno doesn't say anything, Tighnari grits his teeth. He feels Cyno start to undress him with more haste, his fingers deftly unbuttoning with practice.

"Hey, don't fucking ignore me-" he starts, only for Cyno to cut him off.

“What makes you think you can question me?” Cyno mutters, taking him by surprise. His sudden change in tone makes Tighnari jolt up, his breath catching in his throat.

“A-are you serious? Am I just supposed to let you do whatever you want to me?” Cyno ignores him this time, his hands grabbing at the waistband of his pants, pulling them down until they bunch up around his slim ankles. Tighnari shudders as cool air rushes over his bare legs, the fox instinctively jerking up at Cyno’s touch.

"Yeah, exactly." Cyno calmly replies, his words sending more heat directly to Tighnari's groin. 

And before he can say anything in response, he shudders as Cyno's hands suddenly splayed over his ass, taking him by surprise. He squirms, his dick twitching excitedly against his pelvis.

“What are you…?” Tighnari’s question dies down when he feels Cyno’s hands spread him wide, exposing his most vulnerable part to his eyes. The sudden sensation causes Tighnari's body to stiffen as he instinctively reaches back to grab Cyno's hand, his cheeks burning with embarrassment under Cyno's fervent gaze.

“Wait. D-don’t look there,” Tighnari whines in protest, feeling his resolve weaken under Cyno's touch. “Fuck, I-I…” 

“Shh.” Cyno quiets him down softly, lowering himself. Tighnari obediently purses his lips together as he waited, his tail swishing behind him nervously.

All he could do was wait in bated silence, flinching the moment he felt Cyno’s warm breath over his asshole, his heart beating faster and faster with each passing second. He squirms at the initial contact, his eyes widening when he feels Cyno's tongue cautiously circle round his twitching rim for a few seconds, before pulling back.

“Spread your legs for me.” This time, the demand nearly makes Tighnari come on the fucking spot. 

He shudders and instinctively obeys, spreading his legs apart and allowing Cyno more room to press his tongue right against his asshole, forceful and hot. He lets out a pitiful moan as more precum leaks from his cock, wet and messy.

“I-Is this how you punish everyone?” Tighnari whimpers when Cyno’s tongue continues to drag up and down his perineum, the feeling making his legs tremble. He gasps as Cyno makes a low noise in response, his tongue trailing down his balls and back up to his twitching rim.

"Mm, not everyone. Just you." Cyno smirks when Tighnari moans loudly, still desperately trying to muffle his embarrassing sounds with his hand. "You like that, huh? Knowing you're the only one who gets treated like my little slut."

"Fuck off," Tighnari gasps, his dick twitching with excitement. "You have a lot of nerve calling me a—"

And this time, Cyno's hand pulls back and connects to the pale skin with a sharp slap, shutting him up instantly. His breath hitches as he swallows down a pathetic whimper, his body visibly shaking when his ass is immediately soothed over with the same warm palm.

A warning, he realizes.

“Shut your mouth.” Cyno's voice drops lower than before, his tone making Tighnari tremble, “I don't remember giving you permission to speak.”

“I don't need your permission for that,” Tighnari breathlessly retorts back. “Last I checked, I could say whatever I want, whenever I want, so you can just—”

Tighnari gasps when Cyno's hand slaps against his ass again, this time, much harder than the last. It leaves a stinging sensation behind that makes Tighnari's body squirm, jolting up when he feels Cyno press a kiss to the pink skin, a little apologetically.

"Behave," Cyno speaks the single word with so much weight that it makes Tighnari's head spin. He barely has time to react before the slide of Cyno’s index finger pushes inside with little to no resistance, massaging deep inside him.

And then, without warning, Cyno's tongue pokes against his finger, prodding against the tight ring of muscle.

And he sucks. Hard.

The sensation makes him jolt up, his eyes rolling back as pleasure wracks his entire body.

“Fuck, please,” Tighnari cries out, his eyes squeezing shut as Cyno buries himself in between his legs. He throws his head back with another needy moan when he does it again, his legs spreading further apart for him. 

"More, more, more," Tighnari begs, his hips twitching as he tries to desperately push back against Cyno's tongue.

... Only for him to pull back.

“I thought I told you to keep quiet. You’ll speak when you’re spoken to.” Cyno reminds him, his voice low against his heated skin, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” Tighnari’s voice pitches, his eyes squeezing tightly. “S-sorry.”

“Good boy,” Cyno kisses his puckered rim again, somewhat affectionately. “You see? You’re learning quickly.”

And this time, all Tighnari can do is hang his head down when Cyno's tongue returns, dragging a strip of wet saliva down his rim. Feeling overstimulated, his eyes water as Cyno licks over him again and again, the lewd noises making Tighnari’s head spin. 

He could feel his throbbing erection press up against the desk, more moisture beading up and trickling down his shaft. They'd just started and he's already so close, he can't help but rock back against Cyno’s face, his legs trembling when Cyno’s finger brushes against a very specific spot, making his entire body stiffen.

“Archons,” Tighnari cries out without thinking, another loud moan escaping him. “Fuck, that's so good, Cyno, please-!”

“Who said you could call me by my name?” Cyno’s low, wrecked voice makes him legitimately freeze up, his eyes widening in momentary surprise.

Holy shit. That was hot. 

“Right, u-um.” Tighnari blanks out a little, his cheeks aflame with desire, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That's better. Good boy.” Cyno mumbles, the simple praise making Tighnari blush. He squirms as Cyno presses a final kiss to his twitching rim before rising back up to his feet.

It's not long before Tighnari's ears twitch at the sound of clothing rustling, and he turns his head to look over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he watches Cyno touch himself. 

He finds himself mesmerized as he watches his lover's hand stroke over his big, thick cock. Tighnari watches him over his shoulder, keeping his legs spread as Cyno takes a step forward, pressing his cock right where Tighnari needs it the most- testing him. He watches as Tighnari's expression shifts, his breathing becoming unsteady and quick with anticipation.

It feels good. Too good. Tighnari’s eyes flutter as he hangs his head down, his sharp claws digging into the wood of the poor desk.

“What’s the hold up? Are you gonna fuck me any time soon?” Tighnari’s voice trembles as he ruts back against Cyno.

“Mm. I don't know if you can even take it,” Cyno murmurs under his breath, his calloused hands resting on his hips. Tighnari’s breathing quickens when he feels Cyno’s cock lightly press against his wet rim, his mouth falling open.

And of course, his fucking tail starts to wag uncontrollably with excitement. Cyno’s eyes watch the frantic movement, unable to hide the little smirk playing on his lips.

“You’re this excited to get fucked, puppy?” Cyno laughs, somewhat endeared by the gesture.

Yes, Tighnari wants to say. He knows how good Cyno gives it to him, how satisfying it feels to be filled by him. He’s been craving this for what feels like forever. 

“You wish,” Tighnari huffs instead, looking away. “I bet you're all talk, just like everyone else.”

Cyno chuckles. "What a bold assumption to make."

“It’s not an assumption.” Tighnari shoots back. “I bet you can’t even make me c-come, so-!”

And without warning, Cyno pushes inside of him with one fluid thrust, shutting him up again. He gasps as Cyno grabs him by the waist, fucking him open relentlessly, molding Tighnari's body to his cock.

“Oh,” Tighnari’s back arches, his lips parting in a needy moan, “Sir, wait-”

“Shut up and take it.” Cyno growls, his hands tightening around his hips.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, Tighnari keens as Cyno's cock fills him, the delicious stretch making him cry out. He gasps as he’s buried right to the fucking hilt, his eyes rolling back when Cyno pulls out and snaps his hips back again. 

"You were saying?" Cyno hisses through grit teeth, his voice sending shivers down Tighnari's sensitive body.

“N-nuh…” Tighnari can’t even talk. He finds himself unable to think straight the moment he feels Cyno’s hand curl around the base of his fluffy tail. 

At that moment, Tighnari completely loses all self-control.

“Keep going,” Tighnari cries out, barely coherent. “Please, don’t stop!”

Cyno swears behind him, his hand lightly tugging against the appendage. It sends a sudden jolt of pleasure and pain through him, causing his body to tense up with arousal.

He feels Cyno’s thrusts become more erratic, his lover grunting with each thrust. All he can do is take it, letting the shocks of pleasure flood him every time Cyno’s cock brushes against his prostate.

“Oh, fuck, Cyno,” Tighnari helplessly gasps out his name again, realizing his mistake a second too late. He squirms as Cyno holds him by his tail tightly, but not tight enough to actually hurt.

“Excuse me?” Cyno sounds breathless behind him, his tone sending waves of arousal through Tighnari’s wrecked body. He pants as he tries to talk, crying out as Cyno rams into him harder. Deeper. 

“What.” Cyno snaps his hips forward with every word, punctuating them with each thrust, “Did. I. Just. Say.”

“Fuck, I’m s-sorry!” Tighnari gasps, his eyes squeezing tightly. “Sir, p-please, please-!”

“Yeah?” Cyno growls, “What do you want, huh?”

“Wanna come,” Tighnari feels like he’s going to cry from how pent up he feels. He’s never felt so fucking overwhelmed before, and he certainly doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“You really think you deserve to?” Cyno’s ragged breathing noticeably picks up, “After all the trouble you caused-”

“Sir, please,” Tighnari trembles, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sir,” his cock leaks with excitement as Cyno’s hand grips his hair, tilting his head back, “Please, please, please-” 

The sensation of Cyno's lips pressing against his own effectively silences Tighnari, his eyes rolling back.

“You want it so badly? Then let go for me, baby.” Cyno's demands are muffled against his soft lips. “Come for me, Nari.” 

And that's all Tighnari needs before he whines desperately against Cyno’s lips, another cry escaping him. His body seizes up, tightening so much that Cyno has to stop thrusting for a moment, watching with big eyes as Tighnari’s orgasm finally washes over him, his claws digging tight into the wood of his desk.

To say that it was good would be an understatement. He swears that he’s never come so hard before. It takes him a few seconds to descend from his orgasmic high, his body spasming as Cyno fucks him through it.

“Cyno—” Tighnari gasps helplessly.

“Yeah, baby. I've got you.” With a final thrust, Cyno snaps his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper and chasing after his own orgasm.

When Cyno finally comes, Tighnari swears that he feels it. When Cyno pulls out, he feels so full, some spurts of cum trickling down his thighs, his chest rising and falling with labored breathing.

“Fuck.” Cyno swears softly, still holding Tighnari close. Both of them lie there, chests heaving as they try and calm down, Tighnari’s tail possessively curling around Cyno’s body.

It’s not long before Tighnari feels Cyno's arms carefully lift him up, cradling him in a warm embrace as he carries him over to his bed and lays him down. Even now, he feels boneless, so fucked out that he feels like he’s floating.

“Cyno,” Tighnari’s voice feels wrecked, even to his own ears. Attentively, Cyno looks at him.

"Nari," Cyno's voice is soft, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Are you okay, love?"

“Why wouldn't I be?” Tighnari feels a little dizzy, if anything. “Archons, you fuck me so good. You have no right being so hot.” He whispers, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on Cyno’s lips. “Fuck, I can't wait to do it again.”

Against his lips, Cyno smiles, shaking his head.

“You’re unbelievable.” Cyno chuckles when Tighnari leans in close, an open invitation. A soft mewl escapes him as Cyno's lips meet his own once more, again and again.

"Can you blame me?" Tighnari's voice is barely above a whisper. "I swear, I've become addicted to you."

“Yeah?” Cyno breathes out, his voice low and husky he leans in closer, the intensity in his gaze making Tighnari's heart race faster. "Was it that good, love?"

Tighnari nods, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

“Mhm," Tighnari's voice is soft as he speaks, his breath tickling Cyno's skin, "I definitely need to get arrested by you more often.” He nuzzles close to Cyno's warmth, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

Cyno laughs softly, pressing his lips to Tighnari’s furry ears.

“That can be arranged.”