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“There you are! I was starting to think you would stand us up,” Dehya says warmly, tugging a panting Nilou into her embrace. The girl was the last to arrive at Alhaitham and Kaveh’s home, rushing along the street hauling her seemingly heavy luggage along her side. She managed a breathless giggle into Dehya’s chest, hugging her back.
“Sorry, I ran a little late because just this morning I realized I had run out of sunscreen,” she said apologetically, waving to the others in their travel group when Dehya released her.
“Silly, you could’ve just shared with us,” Tighnari says, a hand propped on his hips.
“That looks heavy, let me take it for you,” Kaveh says, from behind Nilou, already curling his fingers on the handle. She nods at him gratefully and he disappears with her luggage, a flurry of blonde hair moving around side to side, making sure everything was ready for their trip.
A few months ago, while shopping for supplies for an expedition in the desert, Cyno was offered a deal from Dori for a group retreat to a new beach resort, built near Port Ormos. If he could bring along at least five other people, they’d get a hefty discount. “My dear General, surely Sumeru’s most respected and reputable officer deserves a nice, relaxing vacation, right? Should you wish to grab this awesome discount I’m making for my most loyal and cherished customer, just send me a letter! I’ll make all the arrangements!” The woman said at the time, in that practised mercantile speech, her eyes sparkling the shape of mora.
Coincidentally, Alhaitham had been usurping his temporary role as acting grand sage to nag him to take a rest for a while now – supported by Tighnari, Kaveh and Collei –, and during a chat with Dehya and Nilou, he became privy of the women’s wish for a vacation too. It was only natural to hit a few birds with one stone.
Would Sumeru suffer from their general mahamatra and acting grand sage, along with a few other very important members of society, taking a vacation at the same time? Maybe. But it was good for them, learning how to be self reliant was always a blessing in the end.
Unfortunately, Collei’s schedule didn’t align with the rest of them, having a bunch of projects due that week, but such is the life of a student. Cyno and Tighnari promised to take her there later too, maybe even invite Amber and Sucrose, her friends from Mondstadt, to tag along.
For that matter, Tighnari’s schedule also barely matched, too. It was January, and according to his calculations, in just two days after the end of their trip, he would enter his mating cycle. Cyno was really glad he could make it. If Tighnari couldn’t come, their next available date would be three months later; he would not go on vacation without his husband, thank you very much.
They were surprised by Albedo’s presence, too. They only got a heads up of his visit three days before he arrived at Sumeru, and Tighnari’s ears hung low in guilt when he had to tell him they were going on vacation during his vacation in Sumeru. The alchemist didn’t seem worried at all, quickly making arrangements to join them, much to Cyno’s delight. At least one person there would laugh at his puns. Not even poor Nilou, in all her gentleness and good will, managed to force a convincing laugh at his efforts, it was sad, really.
But in reality, he truly didn’t mind. It just meant he had to try harder. He did manage to make Tighnari, Collei and the others laugh a few times before, so it wasn’t impossible. It was just way, way easier with Albedo, he seemed to truly understand the literary genius of Cyno’s jokes.
Like now, the homunculus covering his mouth to stifle his laugh, shaking his head. “You could write a pun book, Cyno, I know I'd buy it,” he says easily, tapping the general’s shoulder lightly. Cyno was about to answer, a pun about books locked and loaded, when a rumbling, sharp snarl shut his mouth right up.
Beside him, where his husband has been for basically the whole morning, the fox bared his teeth, glaring at where Albedo’s hand touched Cyno, his ears pinned down and back. He looked ready to maim Albedo. Which was weird. Very weird. Albedo was one of Tighnari’s closest friends, and he never cared before when the blonde touched Cyno. Actually, Tighnari wasn’t a jealous person in general, not in the slightest.
Albedo quickly retracted his hand, seeming just as surprised as Cyno. Just as quickly as the fit of aggression came, it went, Tighnari’s face returning to its normal features, but now laced with surprise and remorse. “Oh my- I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he said, his voice low and confused. Cyno reached over to hold his hand, intertwining their fingers and stroking soft skin with his thumb in hopes to reassure the fox.
“It’s totally alright, I understand,” Albedo answered easily, brushing it off. Cyno’s sure he was probably in a lot weirder situations, what with his dragon younger brother, and his assistant, Sucrose, who was also an animal hybrid. Tighnari, however, still looked down at his feet, brows furrowed and his tail hanging low, deep in thought.
“Now that everyone’s here, we should start loading the car,” Alhaitham said, closing the book he was reading and tucking it away. He and Dehya stacked the bags one by one, while Kaveh gave directions on where each would fit best.
Cyno was about to go help, but he was tugged away by the hand he was holding, leading them to the back of their friends’ house. Already worried by his husband’s state, he just followed, looking at him expectantly when Tighnari crowded him against the wall.
“Cy, I think my rut is starting. Right now.” Cyno should’ve been a little more worried. Or maybe even a little more surprised. Maybe all these years spent with Tighnari during his ruts trained his nose to recognize his pheromones. Tighnari didn’t seem to notice the way Cyno’s eyes sparkled with excitement, biting his lip to contain it. “What am I gonna do? I can’t just cancel now, we already paid for it.”
Cyno breathed deep, chiding himself to have some tact, and at least comfort his obviously distressed lover before bending over and telling him to push in right here, right now. He held both of Tighnari’s hands up, bringing one at a time to his lips, kissing his knuckles to pace him down. “It’s alright, love. We’ll just have to find some secluded places and sneak out every now and then,” he said softly, his eyes a little too fond for someone suggesting semi-public sex to his lust-crazed partner.
Tighnari still looks so, so sorry. His ears are low and his eyebrows pinch in such a sad tilt, Cyno reaches over on his tippy toes to soothe it under his lips. “I’m sorry, Cyno. You really deserved this vacation and I’m over here ruining it.”
“‘Ruining it’? Oh, babe, I thought you’d know me better than that.” Cyno grinned, and Tighnari looked at him in confusion this time.
The general dropped his hands, turning around in place and shoving his shorts and underwear down to his thighs, smiling at Tighnari’s squeal of surprise, which quickly turned into a growl when Cyno pulled his cheeks apart, showcasing the vibrant green gem, beautifully engraved on the handle of his butt plug, a gift from Tighnari from a few years ago. He liked to use it again every now and then, and today he accidentally hit the jackpot.
“If you still think having sex with you is a chore or nuisance to me, perhaps we should get to know each other a little more. Intimately. Don’t you want to?” Cyno says, in the low, raspy voice he knows gets Tighnari going, and wiggling his ass slowly side to side.
He can almost feel the heat radiating from Tighnari, looking equal parts flustered and hungry, his gaze trained on Cyno’s stretched and oiled up hole. He could take him right now and Cyno wouldn’t feel even a prick of pain. When did he even have the time to prepare, anyway? They slept and got here together…
Oh, his unusually long shower…
Tighnari closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. As tempting as it is, he knows he and Cyno are not capable of staying quiet. So he trains his eyes to stay on Cyno’s face, biting his lip when he realizes that his expression is just as hot as the view down there.
“Cy, t-they’re gonna hear us,” he manages to rasp out, a hand moving to soothe ineffectively his now-throbbing erection. A little embarrassing, he admits. Usually it took more to get him so out of it.
Cyno hummed, turning back around and regrettably pulling his clothes back on. “Okay. I’ll just take the edge off for you then. Cover your mouth,” he said, inverting their positions and scooting a little further from the corner of the wall.
Tighnari barely had time to mentally prepare when Cyno dropped to his knees, opening his fly and zipper and pushing his underwear down just enough to free his cock, swollen red and dripping. He knew they didn’t have much time, and he knew Cyno knew that; it still made it all the harder to contain his noises when his lover, doting and perfect and so fucking lewd, immediately assaulted him with everything he knew Tighnari loved.
A hand cupping his balls, the other lathering itself in his precum to stroke his base, while his hot mouth eagerly latched on to the tip, tonguing his frenulum just right, sucking almost too loudly. Tighnari could scream, but instead he bit into his fist, hard, holding Cyno’s hair out of his face with his free hand.
He leaned back on the wall as his knees almost gave out, delicious, blinding pleasure frying his brain and turning him into putty. Only his dearest Cyno, the love of his life, the wicked vixen who took him apart and ruined him every time they laid together, could get him like this.
When he finally mustered the strength to look down, he almost expired on the spot. Bright, ruby red eyes staring up at him half lidded in a lust that rivaled his own, mouth stretched around his cock. And those pretty, manicured nails – Dehya dragged him along to her appointment, and he didn’t have the heart to reject it when she asked him to choose a fun color for him –, painted a bright purple, wrapped around his base and twisting… Fuck.
“Fuck,” he gasped out, balls tightening in Cyno’s delicate grip, shooting cum deep into his throat. Cyno knew better than to not swallow, they didn’t want to make a mess, after all. The load was heavy, a good amount, but not too thick, probably thanks to their activities last night. Tighnari hated it when he appraised his cum, so he kept those thoughts to himself.
He slowed down, milking it out of him until overstimulation made him pull Cyno away by the hair, with a “pop!” that was a little too wet and loud. And just as Cyno wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, they heard Kaveh’s voice calling them, looking at each other in panic, pulling clothes back on and cleaning fluids off each other.
“Cyno! Tighnari! Where did they dip off to?” he said, clearly a little irritated already. Now that Tighnari’s ears weren’t ringing anymore, he could hear at least three other voices calling them. “If you don’t come already we’re gonna leave you here!”
Cyno couldn’t help it, grinning as he shook his legs to rid the discomfort of kneeling. “At least they’re not leaving you, Nari.” Tighnari looked up from where he was fixing his sashes, confused, before realization dawned on him, his big ears dropping in disappointment. Cyno grinned, before addressing the blonde, talking louder, “Just a second, we had to fix a button on Nari’s clothes.”
Kaveh groaned, but still assented and audibly left, giving them a second to breathe. They looked at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.
“Oh my god, I came so fast, what was it? Five minutes?” Tighnari said between fits of giggles, fixing his bangs to sit straight.
“More or less,” Cyno confirmed, smiling proudly, “which means I’m still at the top of my game.” Tighnari rolled his eyes good naturedly, shoving his shoulder and walking back to the car.
“Okay, head champion, let’s go before they actually leave us behind.” Tighnari held a hand behind himself, and Cyno quickly took it, rushing behind him.
Alhaitham’s car only had five seats, but they unanimously agreed that for a three hour car ride through relatively calm roads, it would be okay to car pool. Alhaitham himself didn’t hesitate before shoving the keys on Dehya’s hands – in reality, the car was only Alhaitham’s in the paperwork and gas responsibilities, he hated driving, that was usually Kaveh’s job. That, and the mechanical repairs.
It was also unanimous that Nilou took the passenger seat, away from the uncomfortably tight fit on the backseats, and that Cyno took Tighnari’s lap – convenient to hide a potential rut-induced boner, too. Albedo quietly took the middle seat, seeing as Kaveh and Alhaitham argued over who would sit on whose lap, and he wasn’t included in the discussion.
A quick chiding from Dehya made Kaveh give in, rolling his eyes as he made himself comfortable on the acting sage’s lap. He wouldn’t admit how comfortably soft and warm the large thighs and pecs were against him, not even on his deathbed.
Nilou turned on some music on the car radio, humming along and gazing at the scenery of the forest around them. The familiar sight calmed Tighnari down as well, head propped on the glass, Cyno’s white hair brushing against his face from where his head laid on his shoulder.
Even Kaveh and Alhaitham quieted down. In fact, they’ve been quiet since Alhaitham pulled the blonde flush against him, using him as a human teddy bear. “It’s not a seat belt, but at least holding you down is safer” was the cheap excuse he gave, which probably even he himself didn’t believe in.
Unfortunately, good things don’t last forever. An hour and a half later, Tighnari’s breathing got labored again. It didn’t help that he could feel Cyno’s plug against his leg, knowing his mate was stretched, wet and ready to take him. He could rip his hair off in frustration. If only they’d been alone, tucked away in Tighnari’s hut, where both their scents were everywhere, and not mixed with the scent of flowers, chalk, ink and ashes…
Cyno noticed his discomfort, because of course he did. They were mated, there’s nothing his perfect, beautiful, incredible mate didn’t know and understand about him. He lifted his head from Tighnari’s shoulder, gazing at him from the corner of his visible eye, concerned. It got worse then, when Tighnari could see the curve of his cheek, the suppleness of his lips, those sinful eyes…
He stifled a groan on Cyno’s shoulder, shallowly grinding his half hard cock against him. Cyno straightened up, pushing flush against Tighnari. “Can we stop at the next gas station? I gotta use the bathroom.”
“Sure, but it’s a long way ‘till the next one,” Dehya answers, not taking her eyes off the road.
Kaveh glances at him. “Can’t you just do it on the side of the road? Not like we’re gonna look.”
“It’s not really something I can do on the side of the road, you know?” Cyno says, hoping to be convincing. His grimace sure wasn’t faked. Tighnari was getting impatient, grip bruising Cyno's hips.
Nilou turned a little to look at him, but her gaze ended up on Tighnari's face instead. The forest ranger looked pained, red and panting. She frowned. “Tighnari, are you okay? Did you two eat something that made you sick?” The poor thing sounded genuinely concerned, Cyno felt bad.
Albedo, however, was way closer to them, and his thighs were flush with Tighnari's. He immediately noticed the movement, zeroing in on Tighnari rutting up into Cyno.
“I… don't think that's the case…?” he said, unsure if he could divulge their true problem, but also unsure if he should stay quiet. They definitely needed to fix whatever that was, either way.
Kaveh and Nilou followed Albedo's gaze, both turning impossibly red. Kaveh stuttered something, which they weren't sure if was a reprimand, complaint or question, and Nilou audibly gasped.
Cyno blushed profusely, more than he already had. Good. Now they all knew. It's not like it was avoidable either way.
Tighnari sighed, trying and failing to stop his movements. “I'm sorry, guys. My rut came earlier this year, Cyno's just trying to help me,” he admitted, defeat in his tone, and maybe a bit of mortification. What a great conversation to have with his friends, how his slutty body couldn't handle a few hours without wild sex for a week or so every year.
Surprisingly, the first to answer them was Alhaitham, calm and collected as always, like the sight didn't surprise him even a bit, “It's not something to be ashamed of. It's natural for your species. All in all, it means you're healthy”. Tighnari didn't seem very comforted by the words, but at least it broke the ice a little.
“And I suppose Cyno is your mate, correct?” Albedo said, pointing to their necks, matching bite scars on them. Normally it was harder to see, due to Cyno's neck guard, and Tighnari's turtlenecks, but in their more casual attire, it was clearly visible.
Cyno nodded in assent, and Tighnari couldn't contain a whimper that sounded pained, gripping him harder. Cyno rubbed a thumb on his forearm in comfort.
Kaveh hesitated, but ultimately stood up for them. “It, um… it should be okay…? It's probably painful for you, right Nari?”
Understatement of the century. Tighnari grit his teeth, groaning against Cyno's back, “Fuck, yes.”
“And the longer he has to hold out, the more aggressive he becomes. It's a wonder how he's not biting me to pieces right now,” Cyno added, mostly to attempt to make them more receptive to this. Fucking, in a car, with all their friends inside. Thank Kusanali Collei isn't here right now.
Dehya cleared her throat, and only then did they notice the redness in her cheeks, more bashful than she usually lets on. “Well, it's almost a health issue so… just go on? I guess? If everyone’s okay with it?”
“Wait, in the car?” Nilou squealed, almost as red as her hair, looking panicked, “while we're driving? I thought we'd park for a second and get out for them to… uh, do it.”
“It’s riskier, both because of wild animals, police, or people stopping, thinking we need help with the car,” Kaveh said, counting each circumstance on this fingers.
Albedo hummed, “In that case, I have no qualms about it.”
Alhaitham hummed a “fine by me”, Nilou squeaked out an “okay”, and Kaveh just nodded along, looking a little too expectant.
“Oh, right. As for you two, do you mind being watched? If you don't, I think this would be a good opportunity to learn more about Tighnari's species,” Albedo said, as if having just remembered. Kaveh whipped his head at him in shock, a little scandalized by his bluntness.
Cyno looked away, keeping his gaze trained on the passenger seat in front of him. “I don't mind, but I don't know about-”
Tighnari interrupted him, a tight edge to his voice, already tugging Cyno's waistband down violently, “I don't fucking care.”
Cyno yelped, hugging the headrest of the seat in front of him to help Tighnari free his bottom. Nilou, who was sitting at said seat, scooted a bit forward to give him space, a hand covering her steaming face.
Only now did Cyno realize that everyone would know he was wearing a butt plug all this time. If he could get a little more embarrassed, he would. He didn't really have time for it, when Tighnari freed his own cock, ignoring Albedo's burning gaze, and Kaveh's gasp – horrible reaction to have to someone's dick, Cyno's brain amusedly supplied.
He pulled Cyno's plug out with a little less care than he'd normally have, tossing it on the door’s pocket. It didn't matter, Cyno knew Tighnari was at his wit’s end, and one of the reasons he was so eager for Tighnari's rut every year was how rough he would be. He loved sweet, loving Tighnari, but this was something else too.
Tighnari spit onto his own hand, lathering up his already weeping cock, and lined up to Cyno's gaping entrance. Cyno took it as his cue and started lowering himself into Tighnari's lap, but Tighnari beat him to it.
“Hah- Fuck!” Cyno screamed, before shoving his palm on top of his mouth. Tighnari thrust hard into him, leaning his back against the seat and planting his feet down on the floor, hands crushing his hips to keep him still.
Even stifling it, Cyno couldn't help the whimpers and moans punching out of him when Tighnari smashed his prostate, and the wet noises weren't even slightly discreet. Tighnari, however, wasn't holding back at all, rolling his eyes and huffing, growling and yipping in an animalistic tone, like he usually let himself during his ruts.
The rest of the car was dead silent, save for Kaveh and Nilou’s heavy breathing – which they were both desperately trying to hide –, and Dehya muttering the tune of the song still playing on the radio, tapping her nails on the panel of her door, seemingly completely unphased.
Alhaitham looked out the window, seemingly unbothered, or even bored, but Kaveh could feel him get mildly excited under his thigh. He knows for a fact that Alhaitham is very noise sensitive, and while he could've tuned them out if he turned his hearing aids off, he deliberately didn't, for some reason, but Kaveh didn't have the wherewithal to confront him about that.
Kaveh, on top of him, was fighting for his life. He had always seen his friends as extremely attractive – like, come on, look at them –, he even sometimes beat one off to them, or the idea of them fucking. This was a wet dream come true to him, he couldn't even have the decency to turn away.
Albedo was shamelessly staring, almost purely scientifical, like this was but another experiment unfolding in front of him, and he would've probably been taking notes if he could. More specifically, he stared at Tighnari. His low ears, shaking slightly, the tail thumping wildly against the door, and the animalistic form of his cock, thick, veiny and swollen at the base, forming what he knew to be a knot. If Tighnari were favorable, Albedo wanted to ask a few questions later, maybe run a few tests.
Nilou covered her mouth as if in shock, or embarrassment, maybe both. To the keen eye, the barely-there rubbing of her thighs would be noticeable, betraying the image of the pure, sweet girl she unintentionally had.
Almost a decade ago, when she was still a teen, she had a crush on Cyno, known by everyone in the car, except for Albedo. He was only a matra then, not even promoted to general yet, but she saw him running around, looking terrifying and dangerous, even she had been scared of him, and she wasn't even a student.
But regardless of his connection to the Akademiya, and his position, he was there on her first show, looking much like an amazed child. He watched her art with reverence, and later, when they finally spoke, he was gentle, and genuinely interested in what she did. It was such an abrupt change of pace that her heart swooned, and as young and impressionable as she was, she thought he was her one true love.
Obviously with the years – and a rejection, when she finally mustered up the courage to confess. He had already been in love with Tighnari at the time – her heart settled down. She's dated other people, and Cyno became a good friend, as well as Tighnari. But, well, she had eyes. Cyno has been aging like fine wine…
Cyno was mortified. Not because of his relationship with Tighnari, of course not, not even because of the staring or the sex, but because of his own reactions. He knew most people would never imagine him this way, it had been a shock to most people when he even showed up with a boyfriend, but now their closer friends would always know for a fact that under Tighnari, he becomes a babbling, shuddering, whimpering mess.
His cock stretched him so well, thick enough to rub against his walls just right, squeeze his prostate spot on, made his vision blur and drool seep out of his mouth into the hand desperately trying to salvage at least a sliver of his dignity. He loved thinking that he was just a cock sleeve for Nari, a willing, sloppy hole for him to fuck, an easy slut just for him, even though he knew he was so much more than that, the ring on his finger and scar on the junction of neck and shoulder proving it.
The idea of being objectified and sexualized like this by his husband made him throb. And Tighnari always succeded in fucking him like a mindless sex doll, hard and fast like he’s only seeking his own pleasure, like now. Cyno knew he was jostling Nilou’s seat, but he couldn’t get his bearings, flying forward every time Tighnari thrust up, and being tugged into his lap by his waist when he pulled back out.
It was so wet, Tighnari’s rut hormones making him leak like a faucet, mixing with Cyno’s oily lubricant into a white, sticky coating all over Tighnari’s cock and Cyno’s rim, almost as loud as the sound of the sharp “slap!”s of ass to hip. The car started to smell of sex, a heady, heavy scent, potentialized by Tighnari’s pheromones – well, not like anyone but Cyno could notice the second part.
“Mfhhg hah-! Mmmmh…” Cyno rolled his eyes, drool seeping down his hand and chin to drip on the car carpet, his hole fluttering against Tighnari’s cock hungrily.
Tighnari wasn't even paying attention to anything or anyone but Cyno, eyes almost swallowed by his huge pupils, gazing up at the love of his life. Cyno’s muscled back flexing taut, Cyno's – regrettably muffled – sweet voice singing for him, Cyno's hole clenching and gripping him like a vice, Cyno, Cyno, Cyno…
He felt so good, he was so good, Tighnari wanted to reward him, put a baby in him, fill him up so much with cum that he’s dripping for days, and his body forgets it’s impossible and produces a kit, that would be a perfect mix between Tighnari and Cyno's best traits. White hair and brown skin, lime highlights and towering ears, the product of their love.
Fuck, Cyno would be so hot carrying, huge belly making it impossible for him to work in the wilderness, instead he’d be tucked away safely and well kept under Tighnari’s watchful eye, in their bed. He’d be so, so good to Cyno, would hand feed him, massage his sore muscles, fuck his swollen hole until he breaks again and again and again…
It didn't take much longer for Tighnari to cum, growling and arching his back as he slammed into Cyno violently, forcing his knot inside with a “pop!”, tying them together for good. Judging by how boneless and shaky Cyno was, he probably came already, maybe at the same time. He snaked his hand to his front just to check, chuckling and letting go when Cyno squirmed in overstimulation.
He settled back, relaxing against the seat and tugging Cyno to his chest, nuzzling his neck and purring, satisfied for now. A few minutes passed in their bliss, the car in absolute silence. Cyno shamefully tugged his shirt down to attempt to cover the sorry state of his cock, now on display from their position, and tried to make himself comfortable too, coyly opening the window a little bit.
Then, as if waking up from a trance, Tighnari squealed, burning red, now out of embarrassment instead of arousal, tears forming in his eyes. “Oh. My fucking god. I’m so, so, so, so sorry…” he said, almost dying behind Cyno, finally having the mind to tug one of his sashes around his boyfriend’s lap, effectively covering him.
Albedo, as calm as always, chuckled, “Don’t be.”
As if knowing the other people in the car were incapable of being as calm as Albedo and herself, Dehya chimed in, pointing with her chin forward, “There’s the gas station, you two wanna drop by the bathroom to clean up?”
Cyno grimaced. “We’d love to, but Tighnari knotted me, we’re stuck for at least thirty more minutes. Thanks, tho’.”
Tighnari glanced at him, much like a kicked puppy. Just one guilty, shameful hazel eye peeking at him as he muttered, “I’m so sorry, love…”
“Nothing to apologize for,” he said softly, and kissed Nari’s fingers one by one. Later, he’d confide in his husband how exhilarating the whole experience was, awakening a fantasy he thought he’d forgotten about already. It’s hard to act on an exhibitionistic kink when you’re a respected and feared official in your nation – if their friends were willing to watch, however…
Nilou finally spoke, her voice more breathy and strained than normal, “U-um, I need to use the bathroom, actually.”
Kaveh added, “Me too, please”.
Dehya parked on the most inconspicuous place she could find, hopping off to stretch her legs and strike a conversation with Albedo and Alhaitham. If anyone noticed how clumsy Nilou’s walking was, or how Kaveh kept Mehrak in front of his lap at all times, none of them mentioned it.
Kaveh, the angel, brought back a few wet wipes from the convenience store of the gas station, handing them gingerly to Cyno, giving them space to at least make their situation less… sticky. Tighnari glared at him for that one.
All in all, it was good that the dam broke so early, because that was definitely not the last time their friends caught them during that vacation. Not by a long shot.