[ his only response to that is a sly smile, and to take a bite of the apple, then turn on his heel to wait, radiating smug. yeah no he will not be stopping that from happening. instead, he just leans back from the counter, content with his plan and his 'purchase', and content with that little eyebrow raise, too.
it tells him something that doesn't surprise him, really. if jiaoqiu's recognizing of it on sound, it means he keeps one fluffy little ear to the ground, and that works for him, too. his reputation proceeds him. unfortunately, their meeting might damper that, but therion isn't thinking about it, for now pleased to have the ball back properly in his court.
he waits by the exit. if sushang talks to him, he's polite, still taking bites out of his apple as if he just went to the counter to purchase it, that's all. if tongues wag on his way out, that's fine, too. it's not like he plans on coming back.
so! out they go, into the brisk evening chill. he doesn't say anything at first - he's got plenty of self control - and the smug little smile falls off of his face, back into his usual resting bitch face as they make their way back down the familiar walk to the apartment. ]
[ sushang and hanya absolutely exchange looks when he leaves with a dude, but that's fine. they won't ask, they're too polite.
in any case, jiaoqiu comes outside, and barely reacts to the cold. he sort of like, half frowns, and then pulls on a jacket almost out of obligation. he doesn't seem like he has much to say as he leads the way - it probably won't take as long to get there this time, considering therion isn't dragging himself half dead. he does note the smile that drops off therion's face. his own doesn't go anywhere. resting sus face.
but after a couple of moments, jiaoqiu tilts his head back to look up at the sky, and asks: ]
[ ok that's an exaggeration but it's fine. therion glances to the side briefly, observing the obligated jacket, but observing his reactions in general, or... at least the lack of them.
the deadpan comes right back to his voice too, just as easy. ]
[ rude? he would not complain. yes he would he would complain so much. he does give him a bit of a look with that, and then scoffs. ]
Yeah, well. I'm full of surprises. [ dry as always - now that he's not bleeding everywhere, therion's personality is starting to come out, and it's only a couple shades different than it was before. sharpened edges, barely softened.
after a beat: ]
You're the one who offered. [ you're welcome back anytime, after all. what a perfect in? ]
there's a little part of him that likes to see that personality. he likes seeing the life in other people, he really does. even if it's dry, even if it's sarcastic, it's something. ]
I didn't expect you to take the offer. [ ... ] But it isn't unwelcome. Do you need something?
[ as he's opening the door to the building, on the way to the elevator. he will pause before the elevator, however, and glance at the stairs. he remembers the way therion crammed himself against the wall before, and while he doesn't say anything, he also will just let therion pick how he wants to get to the fourth floor. ]
[ therion follows him over to the elevator, and though he watches jiaoqiu look, he reaches over and presses the button to bring the lift down. it might be because he wants to prove that he's not afraid to be in a fucking elevator and jiaoqiu (who was just being considerate) cannot prove otherwise, or... maybe not.
once the doors open, he steps inside. waits for jiaoqiu to follow - and once the doors shut and the elevator moves, therion steps into his space. close, very close. whether it's a threat or something otherwise remains to be seen. ]
Told you before. I don't like owing people things.
he follows therion into the elevator easily enough, because he figured that even just waiting to be polite was going to set off some sort of sense of having to prove himself, for therion. they haven't known each other that long or even at all, but he knows that much.
but when therion gets very close, his first instinct is to think that he is going to be stabbed. he tenses, waiting for some sort of pain, but. it doesn't come, and his ear flicks. huh. he opens his eyes a little to survey therion like ???]
... Alright? [ he sounds confused! ] You really could have picked a better place to put a knife in me. You'll have to ride the elevator back down...
to be fair, after their last interaction, a stabbing would probably seem more correct in this situation. he stares for a brief second, flatly.
and then, well, his slight of hand is incredible, so despite that flat look, there's a loud clink noise, as he's slipped his hands down -- and undone jiaoqiu's belt. right there in the elevator.
[ well, internally, therion rolls his eyes, but... as focused as he is on his mission at the moment, it's kind of nice to see a reaction out of this guy - a single crack in the porcelain. he kind of likes that. maybe he can do it again. therion leans up a little bit closer, hands settled right there on the belt, thumbs tucked against the fly.
his voice drops a little now that he's finally caught on, just loud enough to be heard over the elevator moving, and he shifts to slip a foot between his where they're standing, pressing very close - a smug little smirk curling up on his face once again. ]
[ it's been a very long time since he's been touched like this. or touched at all, really. he is maybe... a little nervous? for a lot of reasons. part of him says don't, this is likely to hurt both of you, and it is a healer's job to heal, not harm, but...
but after a moment, as therion presses close, hands on him like that, jiaoqiu's tail does a little shivery movement, the fur fluffing up a bit. it's been a long time. and that little flame that caught when he decided he wanted to be followed home is impossible to blow out.
so: ]
It isn't a no. [ he's weak, really. and unsure where to put his hands. ]
[ perfect. that sets everything in motion, then - the smirk curls up a little further, briefly, and the elevator dings.
with that, he pats him on the chest and then steps back, leaving him there with his belt buckle still open. that's probably enough of that. people are easy, sometimes - doesn't matter if they're human or otherwise, and it's not like he's not intimately aware of it. he glances back over his shoulder, briefly, to make sure the person with the key is actually following him so he doesn't have to break into his apartment, walking with leisurely ease like he owns the damn place. therion is so smug. it's so unfortunate. ]
Invite me in then, medicine man.
[ and there's nothing to be worried about for him now, either. no nerves or anxiety, no stress or worry. this is the chance to pay something back - to get even, to get this damned weight off of his chest when he looks at his stitches. and besides, jiaoqiu's, objectively, not bad to look at, so that's kind of a bonus? and kind of not bad to prod at, either, but maybe that's beside the point for now. he'll continue being smug in the doorway until the door's open. ]
[ sorry to undo your hard work, therion, but he does in fact do his belt buckle back up because he's not going to walk to his apartment door with his pants undone!!
he is still a little flustered. this was not what he was expecting, and he thinks that maybe it's a bad idea still, but now that the fuse is lit he doesn't want to let it go out. the way therion walks, smug and with a swagger, does not help. jiaoqiu's ear flicks, because unfortunately he finds that attractive. he follows after, his face about as pink as his fur.
and he opens the door.
swings it shut behind them, locks the door, and then opens his mouth - and closes it. hmpghgh. he should probably tell therion it's been a while, but also... he doesn't want to... ]
once they're inside, maybe thankfully, therion doesn't give him much time to splutter or be too flustered. he glances back again - there's a flicker of amusement that goes across his face as he curls a hand in the front of the shirt and pulls him along towards the recliner he stitched him up in just a week or so ago. ]
Huh. Scared of this, not the knife?
[ as if therion is any better and intimacy for real is not fucking terrifying, but this isn't that!! this is a business transaction, and there's no emotions behind it!!!
that aside, he can't really resist the chance to prod to get a rise out of him, either - try to get a little bit of that pushback, a little bit of that something sharp, can't resist the urge to be a bully. ]
[ he protests, and it is maybe a little bit of a pout. he lets himself be led, though, and the flush darkens because being dragged by the front of his shirt does something to his brain chemistry. okay! sure! maybe he is more prey animal than predator, sometimes. his tail swishes in annoyance at this realization.
he will allow himself to be bullied, though. physically, at least, he's going to verbally bite back. ]
... It's been a very long time. [ he says, begrudgingly. ] You may be disappointed.
[ verbal bite back suits him just fine - in fact, it's kind of what he wanted, and that smug doesn't quite fade as he steps back, back, until they get to the recliner. he lets go of his shirt, finally, and... "It's been a long time", he says.
therion pauses with that, looking up at jiaoqiu, tryin to get a read on him again. it's... almost sweet, to bring up, a little unexpected? he takes in his red face for a long beat - and then shakes his head, snorts, and presses his fingertips to the center of jiaoqiu's chest to push him down to sit, fluffed up tail and all. ]
...Don't worry about it.
[ and then rests his hands on either of his knees, and drops right down between them, sliding his hands up his thighs. ] Not really about me right now, anyway.
[ he flops down into the chair ungracefully, with a protest, but. once he's down, he just sort of grumbles and makes room for therion to slide between them. the way that those hands slide up his thighs gets a shudder out of him, which again, is embarrassing. ]
You will let me return the favor. [ he says, firmly, because like, listen. he knows that therion is offering this because he thinks he owes jiaoqiu something, and that sits wrong with him. he'd like to make sure that therion gets something out of it, that it isn't a completely horrible experience. that's important to him enjoying it, anyway.
his ear flicks, and he lifts a hand - and then drops it back down onto his thigh, not sure if he's allowed to touch. ]
[ there's a beat, and he cocks his head. ] You can fuck me if you really want, after.
[ sure, whatever, he guesses. now that's something he hasn't done in a long time, not since -
well. not since anything he wants to think about. he doubts jiaoqiu'll follow through, anyway, especially if he's inexperienced, because therion is pretty good with his mouth, and if he can leave him a mess in this chair, that'll end the issue.
for now, therion reaches up to undo his buckle, and lifts his head to give him a look with an eyebrow raise, an unvoiced, amused uh huh? before he pulls down his fly and pops the button, then presses the flat of his palm to the front of his fly to feel out the shape of him through his trousers and underwear, to get a sense of what he's working with, to get him to rock up into the pressure, nice and easy.
in surging up to do so, his free hand sneaks up to find the one resting on jiaoqiu's own thigh. he lifts it and brings it up to rest on his head, letting him set it in his hair - soft and surprisingly fluffy, maybe, but allowing for the positioning. he prefers it that way, anyway. ]
[ the flush gets worse at the language because it's just... so out there!! he just said it!! jiaoqiu is not a wilting flower or anything, it's just. you know. it's different when he's on the receiving end of it. he's also overthinking, because what he was thinking was more like jerking therion off after this, but what if therion doesn't even get aroused at this, and what if --
and then therion gets his hand on him, and jiaoqiu sucks in a breath, his stupid ears standing straight up. oh, okay. well - he's not hard yet, but he's getting there, especially at the sight of therion feeling him up between his legs. that's a sight if he's ever seen one. his hips judder minutely up into therion's hand.
and carefully, when therion directs him, he slips his hand into therion's hair. instinctively, he cards his fingers through it, careful not to push it away from his face. he was going to say something, but he forgets, completely distracted by the way his hair feels. ]
[ yeah unfortunately he's just like that! whoops, sorry. he'd probably actually prefer his hand, he doesn't owe jiaoqiu that much, but the reddening flush tells therion more or less what he needs to know and gets a bit of that dry, amused smirk again, there and gone. the perky ears, too. ]
Try and relax, fluff. [ he goes back for that push and pull from before again, a little needle, unable to ever just be soft or sweet. maybe it's for the better that way, to antagonize as a form of some kind of encouragement, as he works his hand for now to build friction, following the minute twitch of his hips. his fingers are clever even if they're small, and he leans up into the hand in his hair for now, keeping his visible eye up to watch his reactions. keen as ever.
quietly, he appreciates that he doesn't push his hair back - in fact, he just slightly tenses, then relaxes when jiaoqiu's hand stays back at the crown of his head, making a slight, approving 'mhm' - nothing beyond that, but something to let him know he's on the right track. therion ducks forward into the hand and nudges his thighs further apart with his shoulder, making sure he can easily fit in the small space of their cradle. ]
[ he says dryly, trying to ease back into the chair. soft or sweet isn't necessary, he thinks, and he maybe doesn't even want that, because he's not... sure he'd feel anything about it. his jaw works a bit as he considers this, as his fingers continue to slide through therion's hair. at least that's good. he likes this, likes petting, and it gets even easier when therion leans in, pushes his legs apart. jiaoqiu lets him nudge them as far as they'll go in the chair, no resistance at all, as he tilts his hips up against therion's hand.
a beat. then: ]
You'll need to be rougher than that. [ he says, voice a touch low, a touch grittier. ]
[ oh. Well. that gets a different look entirely - a brief spark of light in that visible green eye, something flaring with interest that melts down his spine as his mouth pulls back up into a smirk.]
Now you’re talking.
[ and honestly, thank god. he’s never had it in him to be gentle. his hands have always been meant for the life that he lives, and his experience in this theater is much of the same. he gets both hands up into his hips and tugs him forward, partially off the chair to get him to throw a thigh over his shoulder, and rearranges himself, manhandling with a maybe surprising amount of strength to wrap one arm around his thigh and press down with the hand between his legs, immediately applying pressure and jerking his hand with the fabric of his underclothes. more friction, more heat, more. this is how he’d prefer it - rough and hard, fast favor, a quick burst of hedonism from a quick little thief.
he’ll keep that up for now, licking his lips - no mercy or mouth quite yet. ]
he sees that little spark, and he sees the interest. that helps, that makes a flicker of heat run through him. his ears flutter, pressing back against the chair momentarily, and then therion's pulling him forward and manhandling him, and a little grunt escapes him without meaning to. more friction - something rougher, on the edge of painful. he arches, sliding down into the chair a bit with the angle, and instinctively, his fingers in therion's hair tighten. his claws aren't wildly sharp, but they're enough to scritch slightly at his scalp when he does.
and after a moment of letting that friction build, jiaoqiu growls - something real, just a little rumbling noise like an animal, as that movement finally gets him to fill out the rest of the way. ]
there we go. the little spark of ferocity sets this apart from similar tangles, similar repaid debts. it's never a sweet or romantic affair, but it's usually utilitarian, a let's get this done as fast as possible and i'll get gone. the rest of his experience in this situation has always been like this, wilder and faster. dirty tricks in an alley after a successful heist, all adrenaline and teenage hormones, memories therion would rather have dead and buried. and this? this falls somewhere in between.
that somewhere creates a thread of mutual interest, one that might not have been there before. the growl's good, nice, the clawlike nails in his hair are better, and with a smug little look, he frees his hand and snaps the band of jiaoqiu's underwear, then leans in and mouths him through the fabric, all wet heat and just the hint of his teeth. that mutual interest has him thinking, and after a moment, he speaks - mouth still pressed to his dick through a thin barrier, voice a low rumble in his throat. ]
Lift. [ and then digs his hands into either side of the waistband of his pants and underwear. let's get these off - or at least down. more than he'd really offer in any other situation, but if jiaoqiu wants it a little more rough, that he can provide. ]
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it tells him something that doesn't surprise him, really. if jiaoqiu's recognizing of it on sound, it means he keeps one fluffy little ear to the ground, and that works for him, too. his reputation proceeds him. unfortunately, their meeting might damper that, but therion isn't thinking about it, for now pleased to have the ball back properly in his court.
he waits by the exit. if sushang talks to him, he's polite, still taking bites out of his apple as if he just went to the counter to purchase it, that's all. if tongues wag on his way out, that's fine, too. it's not like he plans on coming back.
so! out they go, into the brisk evening chill. he doesn't say anything at first - he's got plenty of self control - and the smug little smile falls off of his face, back into his usual resting bitch face as they make their way back down the familiar walk to the apartment. ]
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in any case, jiaoqiu comes outside, and barely reacts to the cold. he sort of like, half frowns, and then pulls on a jacket almost out of obligation. he doesn't seem like he has much to say as he leads the way - it probably won't take as long to get there this time, considering therion isn't dragging himself half dead. he does note the smile that drops off therion's face. his own doesn't go anywhere. resting sus face.
but after a couple of moments, jiaoqiu tilts his head back to look up at the sky, and asks: ]
Your wound is healing nicely?
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[ ok that's an exaggeration but it's fine. therion glances to the side briefly, observing the obligated jacket, but observing his reactions in general, or... at least the lack of them.
the deadpan comes right back to his voice too, just as easy. ]
Gonna offer a checkup?
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Perhaps if I feel like listening to you complain, I will.
[ ok, don't be rude ]
I'm surprised to see you again, in fact.
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Yeah, well. I'm full of surprises. [ dry as always - now that he's not bleeding everywhere, therion's personality is starting to come out, and it's only a couple shades different than it was before. sharpened edges, barely softened.
after a beat: ]
You're the one who offered. [ you're welcome back anytime, after all. what a perfect in? ]
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there's a little part of him that likes to see that personality. he likes seeing the life in other people, he really does. even if it's dry, even if it's sarcastic, it's something. ]
I didn't expect you to take the offer. [ ... ] But it isn't unwelcome. Do you need something?
[ as he's opening the door to the building, on the way to the elevator. he will pause before the elevator, however, and glance at the stairs. he remembers the way therion crammed himself against the wall before, and while he doesn't say anything, he also will just let therion pick how he wants to get to the fourth floor. ]
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[ therion follows him over to the elevator, and though he watches jiaoqiu look, he reaches over and presses the button to bring the lift down. it might be because he wants to prove that he's not afraid to be in a fucking elevator and jiaoqiu (who was just being considerate) cannot prove otherwise, or... maybe not.
once the doors open, he steps inside. waits for jiaoqiu to follow - and once the doors shut and the elevator moves, therion steps into his space. close, very close. whether it's a threat or something otherwise remains to be seen. ]
Told you before. I don't like owing people things.
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he follows therion into the elevator easily enough, because he figured that even just waiting to be polite was going to set off some sort of sense of having to prove himself, for therion. they haven't known each other that long or even at all, but he knows that much.
but when therion gets very close, his first instinct is to think that he is going to be stabbed. he tenses, waiting for some sort of pain, but. it doesn't come, and his ear flicks. huh. he opens his eyes a little to survey therion like ???]
... Alright? [ he sounds confused! ] You really could have picked a better place to put a knife in me. You'll have to ride the elevator back down...
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to be fair, after their last interaction, a stabbing would probably seem more correct in this situation. he stares for a brief second, flatly.
and then, well, his slight of hand is incredible, so despite that flat look, there's a loud clink noise, as he's slipped his hands down -- and undone jiaoqiu's belt. right there in the elevator.
he looks up at him. pointedly. ]
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the clink of his belt startles him - his ears flick, and for the first time since they've met, he actually looks a little flustered? a beat. ]
Oh. [ ... ] This isn't necessary.
[ like, it's not a no, he's just sort of like you don't have to pay me back... ]
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his voice drops a little now that he's finally caught on, just loud enough to be heard over the elevator moving, and he shifts to slip a foot between his where they're standing, pressing very close - a smug little smirk curling up on his face once again. ]
That a no?
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but after a moment, as therion presses close, hands on him like that, jiaoqiu's tail does a little shivery movement, the fur fluffing up a bit. it's been a long time. and that little flame that caught when he decided he wanted to be followed home is impossible to blow out.
so: ]
It isn't a no. [ he's weak, really. and unsure where to put his hands. ]
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with that, he pats him on the chest and then steps back, leaving him there with his belt buckle still open. that's probably enough of that. people are easy, sometimes - doesn't matter if they're human or otherwise, and it's not like he's not intimately aware of it. he glances back over his shoulder, briefly, to make sure the person with the key is actually following him so he doesn't have to break into his apartment, walking with leisurely ease like he owns the damn place. therion is so smug. it's so unfortunate. ]
Invite me in then, medicine man.
[ and there's nothing to be worried about for him now, either. no nerves or anxiety, no stress or worry. this is the chance to pay something back - to get even, to get this damned weight off of his chest when he looks at his stitches. and besides, jiaoqiu's, objectively, not bad to look at, so that's kind of a bonus? and kind of not bad to prod at, either, but maybe that's beside the point for now. he'll continue being smug in the doorway until the door's open. ]
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he is still a little flustered. this was not what he was expecting, and he thinks that maybe it's a bad idea still, but now that the fuse is lit he doesn't want to let it go out. the way therion walks, smug and with a swagger, does not help. jiaoqiu's ear flicks, because unfortunately he finds that attractive. he follows after, his face about as pink as his fur.
and he opens the door.
swings it shut behind them, locks the door, and then opens his mouth - and closes it. hmpghgh. he should probably tell therion it's been a while, but also... he doesn't want to... ]
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once they're inside, maybe thankfully, therion doesn't give him much time to splutter or be too flustered. he glances back again - there's a flicker of amusement that goes across his face as he curls a hand in the front of the shirt and pulls him along towards the recliner he stitched him up in just a week or so ago. ]
Huh. Scared of this, not the knife?
[ as if therion is any better and intimacy for real is not fucking terrifying, but this isn't that!! this is a business transaction, and there's no emotions behind it!!!
that aside, he can't really resist the chance to prod to get a rise out of him, either - try to get a little bit of that pushback, a little bit of that something sharp, can't resist the urge to be a bully. ]
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[ he protests, and it is maybe a little bit of a pout. he lets himself be led, though, and the flush darkens because being dragged by the front of his shirt does something to his brain chemistry. okay! sure! maybe he is more prey animal than predator, sometimes. his tail swishes in annoyance at this realization.
he will allow himself to be bullied, though. physically, at least, he's going to verbally bite back. ]
... It's been a very long time. [ he says, begrudgingly. ] You may be disappointed.
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therion pauses with that, looking up at jiaoqiu, tryin to get a read on him again. it's... almost sweet, to bring up, a little unexpected? he takes in his red face for a long beat - and then shakes his head, snorts, and presses his fingertips to the center of jiaoqiu's chest to push him down to sit, fluffed up tail and all. ]
...Don't worry about it.
[ and then rests his hands on either of his knees, and drops right down between them, sliding his hands up his thighs. ] Not really about me right now, anyway.
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You will let me return the favor. [ he says, firmly, because like, listen. he knows that therion is offering this because he thinks he owes jiaoqiu something, and that sits wrong with him. he'd like to make sure that therion gets something out of it, that it isn't a completely horrible experience. that's important to him enjoying it, anyway.
his ear flicks, and he lifts a hand - and then drops it back down onto his thigh, not sure if he's allowed to touch. ]
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[ sure, whatever, he guesses. now that's something he hasn't done in a long time, not since -
well. not since anything he wants to think about. he doubts jiaoqiu'll follow through, anyway, especially if he's inexperienced, because therion is pretty good with his mouth, and if he can leave him a mess in this chair, that'll end the issue.
for now, therion reaches up to undo his buckle, and lifts his head to give him a look with an eyebrow raise, an unvoiced, amused uh huh? before he pulls down his fly and pops the button, then presses the flat of his palm to the front of his fly to feel out the shape of him through his trousers and underwear, to get a sense of what he's working with, to get him to rock up into the pressure, nice and easy.
in surging up to do so, his free hand sneaks up to find the one resting on jiaoqiu's own thigh. he lifts it and brings it up to rest on his head, letting him set it in his hair - soft and surprisingly fluffy, maybe, but allowing for the positioning. he prefers it that way, anyway. ]
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and then therion gets his hand on him, and jiaoqiu sucks in a breath, his stupid ears standing straight up. oh, okay. well - he's not hard yet, but he's getting there, especially at the sight of therion feeling him up between his legs. that's a sight if he's ever seen one. his hips judder minutely up into therion's hand.
and carefully, when therion directs him, he slips his hand into therion's hair. instinctively, he cards his fingers through it, careful not to push it away from his face. he was going to say something, but he forgets, completely distracted by the way his hair feels. ]
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Try and relax, fluff. [ he goes back for that push and pull from before again, a little needle, unable to ever just be soft or sweet. maybe it's for the better that way, to antagonize as a form of some kind of encouragement, as he works his hand for now to build friction, following the minute twitch of his hips. his fingers are clever even if they're small, and he leans up into the hand in his hair for now, keeping his visible eye up to watch his reactions. keen as ever.
quietly, he appreciates that he doesn't push his hair back - in fact, he just slightly tenses, then relaxes when jiaoqiu's hand stays back at the crown of his head, making a slight, approving 'mhm' - nothing beyond that, but something to let him know he's on the right track. therion ducks forward into the hand and nudges his thighs further apart with his shoulder, making sure he can easily fit in the small space of their cradle. ]
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[ he says dryly, trying to ease back into the chair. soft or sweet isn't necessary, he thinks, and he maybe doesn't even want that, because he's not... sure he'd feel anything about it. his jaw works a bit as he considers this, as his fingers continue to slide through therion's hair. at least that's good. he likes this, likes petting, and it gets even easier when therion leans in, pushes his legs apart. jiaoqiu lets him nudge them as far as they'll go in the chair, no resistance at all, as he tilts his hips up against therion's hand.
a beat. then: ]
You'll need to be rougher than that. [ he says, voice a touch low, a touch grittier. ]
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Now you’re talking.
[ and honestly, thank god. he’s never had it in him to be gentle. his hands have always been meant for the life that he lives, and his experience in this theater is much of the same. he gets both hands up into his hips and tugs him forward, partially off the chair to get him to throw a thigh over his shoulder, and rearranges himself, manhandling with a maybe surprising amount of strength to wrap one arm around his thigh and press down with the hand between his legs, immediately applying pressure and jerking his hand with the fabric of his underclothes. more friction, more heat, more. this is how he’d prefer it - rough and hard, fast favor, a quick burst of hedonism from a quick little thief.
he’ll keep that up for now, licking his lips - no mercy or mouth quite yet. ]
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he sees that little spark, and he sees the interest. that helps, that makes a flicker of heat run through him. his ears flutter, pressing back against the chair momentarily, and then therion's pulling him forward and manhandling him, and a little grunt escapes him without meaning to. more friction - something rougher, on the edge of painful. he arches, sliding down into the chair a bit with the angle, and instinctively, his fingers in therion's hair tighten. his claws aren't wildly sharp, but they're enough to scritch slightly at his scalp when he does.
and after a moment of letting that friction build, jiaoqiu growls - something real, just a little rumbling noise like an animal, as that movement finally gets him to fill out the rest of the way. ]
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there we go. the little spark of ferocity sets this apart from similar tangles, similar repaid debts. it's never a sweet or romantic affair, but it's usually utilitarian, a let's get this done as fast as possible and i'll get gone. the rest of his experience in this situation has always been like this, wilder and faster. dirty tricks in an alley after a successful heist, all adrenaline and teenage hormones, memories therion would rather have dead and buried. and this? this falls somewhere in between.
that somewhere creates a thread of mutual interest, one that might not have been there before. the growl's good, nice, the clawlike nails in his hair are better, and with a smug little look, he frees his hand and snaps the band of jiaoqiu's underwear, then leans in and mouths him through the fabric, all wet heat and just the hint of his teeth. that mutual interest has him thinking, and after a moment, he speaks - mouth still pressed to his dick through a thin barrier, voice a low rumble in his throat. ]
Lift. [ and then digs his hands into either side of the waistband of his pants and underwear. let's get these off - or at least down. more than he'd really offer in any other situation, but if jiaoqiu wants it a little more rough, that he can provide. ]
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