[ 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. ]
jiaoqiu remembers the last few times he'd done this - adrenaline soaked, wild, dragging someone down to base instincts. the majority had been something tinged with a bit of desperation, of something like i love you, like always. the last one though. the last one he puts out of his mind, because he wants to enjoy himself here.
which he does, when therion leans forward to get his mouth on him. he sucks in another sharp breath, skin stinging slightly from the snap of the band. that's good. he wants more of that, so he scratches his claws against therion's scalp as a reward. the vibration from just the one word, the barely there barrier between skin - he twitches, and like a brat, rubs himself up against therion's mouth to get a little more of the damp, heady feeling.
when he's ordered to lift, he does without questioning. plants his feet on the ground and raises his hips to allow therion to take off his underwear. his eyes are slits, watching therion with a heated look. he can be obedient - for now he's not doing anything other than what therion tells him to, but that could change. ]
[ brat!!! not like he's any better. again, matching each other's freaks here.
he can't say he's surprised by that, either - he shuts his bad eye briefly under his bangs at the taste of cotton in his mouth, but doesn't necessarily stop it since his hands are occupied. instead, his gaze flits up briefly, head subtly ducking into the clawed hands in his hair in a sign of recognition, and then tugs the fabric down and out of his way. though, 'out of his way' does not mean all the way down - his pants and underwear can rest at his thighs, working like a restraint. he doesn't need to be naked, and the more thrill the better. all he does is adjust his positioning, duck underneath so it's out of his way, and curl his small hand around the base of jiaoqiu's dick as it comes free. his hands are warm and deeply calloused, roughly textured, and he stars there for now, lolling his head to put his cheek on his thigh as he lazily pumps his hand, grip firm, just to build friction and get him going. he'd like to see that expression crack again. ]
Never been with a Foxian before. [ so conversational, casual - the dryness to his voice remains even here. ] Anything I should be aware of?
[ this is the way he's used to this, the clothing half-off, disheveled and rushed. up against walls, counters, nothing romantic, just needy. he does not bother protesting that his pants are halfway at his thighs, just shoves them fussily and squirms under therion's grip. and when his quick, clever hand wraps around his dick, textured and warm, jiaoqiu growls again, a little more harshly.
his head tilts back against the chair, and he bites his bottom lip. there's really no reason to hold himself back, he thinks. but he does, he keeps his hips mostly still if only to not dislodge therion, watching him. if therion wasn't resting against his thigh he'd be rocking up into those steady pumps, taking what he wants. his fingers curl, and grip at therion's hair now, tugging it.
his ear flicks. and then, a little breathless but just as dry: ]
You'll want to watch out for the pheromones.
[ don't make stupid jokes in the middle of this ]
Just kidding. My tail is sensitive. And I bite. Watch yourself.
[ ok wise guy. there's a huff that might be a laugh, and a roll of his eyes, unfortunately, because therion also has a bad sense of humor and he doesn't believe that for a single second, but the rest of the information...
he eyes wherever his tail is for a second, filing that little piece away, and turns his head into the tug, nose brushing against the thin skin of his now bared thigh. ]
Not that different. [ humans and foxians, that is. therion's voice a low rumble again, he rubs the pad of his thumb against his head - then bites the inside of jiaoqiu's bare thigh. it is not gentle, and it's followed a second later by the wet heat of his tongue, as he busies himself sucking a hickey into the spot, then another, and then another - hand still moving the entire time. he's close, close enough that he could easily turn and take him in his mouth, but he doesn't yet, for now making a mess in an intention of making a mess of the foxian doctor himself. ]
[ for now, his tail is settled on the chair next to him, maybe squished a little because he's half sitting on it.
and he only just barely catches the sound that escapes when therion bites him the first time - it's almost a yelp, but he swallows it down into something much more restrained. the combination of teeth against the sensitive skin of his thigh and the rough, steady stroke has his breath coming harsher, has him squirming in the chair like he can get a better angle. his feet press against the floor and he lifts his hips, impatient already.
the hickeys are driving him crazy - the fingers in therion's hair tighten their grip, and after he watches him turn to start another bite instead of putting his mouth on him, jiaoqiu yanks. his ears are pressed down against his skull, and he's panting, but he won't ask, not with words. just with the way he keeps arching, with the way he's twitching in therion's hand, wet enough to make the movement just a little easier. ]
[ the reason he's here is not to tease or cause too many problems - in fact, the delicious smattering of purple and red marks, of teeth indents, he's left behind were a symptom of getting too caught up in actually enjoying it. he is supposed to be providing a transaction, here, after all.
however, that doesn't quite stop because he readjusts - the hand pulling his hair is so familiar that his eyes flutter as his head's yanked back. head tilted, bangs still covering his eyes, he can't help the sharp sickle of an adrenaline laced smile, and the gesture sends heat straight down his spine. right. therion lets out a hah of an almost laugh, and readjusts. his shoulder bumps under jiaoqiu's thigh, enough to briefly push him upwards before he squeezes the base of his dick with his hand and licks straight up the entire length.
thankfully, maybe, he can't tell him to ask for it verbally. it's too similar to someone else, too similar to his own experiences, and he wouldn't put someone through the things he went through, not like this, especially when he barely knows him. so instead of running his mouth or saying anything particularly sassy, this time, he tucks a lock of his own hair behind his ear with his free hand, and then dips down to take his head in his mouth. ]
there's something about the difference in temperature that gets him. heat is always what he's seeking. he likes his food spicy, his apartment sweltering, and he likes this. he likes the way therion's tongue drags up the length of him, the cool air blowing against heated skin. it makes him shiver, and when therion actually sucks the head of him in his mouth, it's just enough to get jiaoqiu to groan, the fingers of the hand not in therion's hair digging into the chair, claws pricking at the fabric.
he won't push therion down - for as much as he'd like to, it's too forceful for him. he likes rough, but he doesn't like to use unless he's told he can. but those fingers in therion's hair flex, and he pushes just a little of the strands out of his face so he can see better. the hair over therion's bad eye he leaves alone, but the rest of it? he wants to see therion's mouth.
a pause, and his legs shift. he tugs therion a little closer, spreads his legs a little further, making room. his breath comes out shaky. and very carefully, he brings his free hand from the chair to therion's jaw, tracing it, admiring the sight.
therion can probably see the muscles in jiaoqiu's stomach flexing, tensing, like he's trying to keep himself from rocking up further into therion's mouth. ]
as long as his hands never come near the waterfall of his bangs over his eye, jiaoqiu is left to do whatever he wants. the hand at his jaw is a new one, but he doesn't mind it, either - he knows he at least makes a decent sight doing this, and he subtly presses a little into the touch. from that position, jiaoqiu can feel his jaw work, can feel the easy way he slides his tongue around the crown and over the slit, the slightly hollowing of his cheek when he sucks downward and bobs his head. he's learned how to do this pretty well, over the years, adapted to the taste and the feeling of heat and heft in his mouth.
though...
his lashes flutter, and he glances up again as he's tugged slightly closer, and sees those muscles tense. there's a noise - a hum, maybe a huff of something like a laugh, and from where his hand is settled still at his hip, he pulls it back and slaps the side of his thigh, then grabs on to give his hips a pull, forward as he flattens his tongue and takes him deeper into his mouth with the motion, then bobs his head again. c'mon. truthfully? in giving head, he's used to being used. ]
[ there's something about tracing therion's jaw as he dips down. the sensation of wet heat around the head, sliding down slow, something solid but with just enough give - it's been a long time, and he's already twitching, already letting his hips lift up into each bob. therion knows how good he looks, and jiaoqiu lets him have that. agrees even, privately, tracing therion's jaw, letting his finger slide up to feel the jump of his dick in therion's mouth, marveling at how obscene it feels to do.
he watches therion with his gold eyes, half open, barely focused, arousal evident in the way his lips part slightly, panting. his ear flicks restlessly as he watches, and he only looks away when therion slaps at him - only enough to breathe out a pleased sound, hips jumping, eyes fluttering closed briefly. that's pretty clear direction, jiaoqiu thinks.
so he lets himself get a little rougher. he adjusts how he's sitting, and moves his hand from therion's jaw to grip at his hair again. tight, like he could yank it if he wanted to, testing how rough therion wants. and then therion flattens his tongue, and jiaoqiu pushes him down, keeps him there briefly, and the sight and feel of it makes him groan, a gritty, gasping sound that he catches the last half of by covering his mouth. he's careful not to hurt him, but if therion chokes a little here and there, if it's messy, it clearly has an effect on him. he's hard and leaking and arching up into each pass, his hair a mess, falling into his face.
still, he holds back his noise, cut-off moans, sticky sharp breaths, as he guides therion at exactly the pace he likes. ]
that's a lot more like it. the majority of therion's experience comes from a certain person, and that certain person was never, ever gentle. it was always like this - blistering and messy, tucked away in dark alleys, makeshift safehouses, bar bathrooms they shouldn't have been allowed into. there's a sense of adrenaline to the constriction of the airway, and that's something he's always enjoyed. adrenaline is what he lives for, and as he's pushed down, jiaoqiu gets his first actual, visual reaction from therion - he does choke a little, and his grey-white lashes flutter, red blooming across his tanned cheeks. no noise beyond that, no grunts or sighs, though he presses just slightly into the tight grip in his hair, too. clearly a fan of that!
again and again - each time, he takes him completely in his mouth, and he shifts his hands up to grab onto his hips, digging his small fingertips into the soft give of his ass, and grips, hard, enough to leave finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. it's a messy, wet affair, but therion's eyes open again, and he fixes his gaze with one of his own if he looks down, dark green eyes, nose brushing his stomach and staring straight at him, a glitter of that same confident, cocky swagger, even in a position like this.
he's a nice sight, anyway. blowjob aside, he's watching this very, very composed doctor fall apart, bit by bit, and there's something deeply intriguing about the way he's responding to all the little tricks that therion of all people knows. there's something wrong with you, he'd said. maybe he was right. ]
[ it's really not going to take very long, with this pace. this is what he's used to, the sensation of claws dragging down his back, teeth in his neck, fingers digging into his hips and thighs so hard it leaves bruises, tail yanked out of the way and hair pulled. quick, hasty. something rough, something spicy, because they're the only sensations he can feel anymore. pain is something, and he's found that lately he keeps mistaking it for pleasure. or mixing it, at the very least.
which probably explains why he's so into this. therion digs his nails in, swallows him down, and jiaoqiu arches again, breath escaping him in a rush. the noises are escaping more frequently now, cut-off and a little snarly because he can't help himself.
he breathes out something that sounds like a curse, vicious, half caught in his teeth, and therion's nose brushes his stomach, their gazes meet, and something hot and insistent makes itself known - the cockiness is something else. there's an instinct in him to knock it off therion's face, to get a reaction the way the way therion is trying to do to him, and it means he keeps therion pushed down with the hand in his hair. his free hand digs into the chair, poking holes into the fabric.
the sight of therion looking up at him like he does is enough to push him that much closer. he growls, and then yanks therion's hair, half pulling him off. ]
Close. [ he warns, ear flicking violently. he's not going to protest if therion wants to swallow, or if therion wants something else, but he figures he'll be polite. ]
[ oh, the snarly noises are pretty attractive, actually. it appeals to the danger section of his brain, of knowing you're intimately close to someone with claws and teeth, and that's how he likes it, too. it's been a while since he's done this, and it feels good to have those neurons firing again, the simple hedonistic pleasure that comes from instinct - it's better than he thought this was going to be.
as he's yanked halfway off, he lets out a harsh exhale, mouth curling up in a smirk even around his length, taking the bare half second to catch his breath, bright green eye now pitched dark, mouth red and shiny around his skin. even if swallowing wasn't more or less a requirement once upon a time (you didn't want to be made fun of for not being able to handle a taste, and you wanted to impress someone), therion's no coward. he flexes his fingers and digs the crescents of his stubby nails in, enough to leave behind marks, and pushes against the hand in his hair to slide back down and take him fully in his mouth in lieu of an answer. or rather - that should be answer enough, shouldn't it?
that, and the way his nails dig in hard, and slide down his thighs, an extra rake of sensation to ideally push this little fox over the edge. no need for politeness, here. ]
[ it's answer enough, and it's clear direction, which jiaoqiu likes. they're on the same page, and it means jiaoqiu doesn't have to hold back.
so he doesn't. he just watches as therion drops back down and takes him down to the base, and his hips jerk out of instinct. and then further - he shifts, keeping therion down for just a moment more, taking in the way his mouth feels, warm and wet. taking in the way his mouth is red and slightly abused, the way his expression has darkened, and for a moment he wants to push therion's hair back entirely to look at him, to see his whole face. he doesn't, he has just enough awareness to know that'd ruin the moment, but he thinks about it.
it's a little embarrassing how quick he is to go off. it's been a long time, and therion knows how to drag every single sensation out of him, nails and a little teeth, marks left behind - that heat gathers and grows, has him gasping quiet curses to the ceiling. there's not much else that's keeping him back, and when therion's tongue dips around the head, when therion's throat works just in the right way, jiaoqiu groans and judders his hips up, gripping so tightly at therion's hair he might accidentally pull some of it out. his climax hits him hard, spilling over into therion's mouth, his head thudding back against the chair, thighs trembling around therion's ears. ]
anyway. he's expecting it, so it's no surprise. therion bobs his head, pulls him in and swallows hard around his length, and when he pulls off, wraps his hand around him to cover whatever he's not currently reaching with his mouth, his clever tongue. the way he jerks his hips shoves him deep down his throat when he comes, but the taste is no bother and there's no surprise, either. he does grab onto him harder, leaving behind tiny indents of bruises, and when his hair is yanked, his eyes shut, brow knitting together, lashes fluttering. the mix of sensations is good, and though he makes no noises, when he finally pulls away, he does so slow, flushed across the cheeks and the nose, breathing hard. his throat hurts a little, but it's good, radiating downwards.
he pulls his hand back as he sits back on his heels - straining a little against the front of his jeans, but it's fine - and licks his lips. one last little show-stealer, before he wipes off his mouth with the back of his wrist and looks impossibly smug as he sits back on his heels.
that ought to do it. debt repaid. ]
Hm. [ his voice's more gravely than it was before - side effect. ] Pretty quick. [ rude ] But not bad.
[ he's floating a little, basking in the feeling. it's been a while.
panting harshly, jiaoqiu stares at the ceiling - until therion leans back on his heels and licks his lips, and listen, jiaoqiu can't help himself, it's a hell of a sight. his dick gives one last little feeble twitch. if he was stubborn enough, he thinks he could go another round just on that basis. the gravely, used voice does not help.
however, the commentary gets him to look vaguely annoyed, and without thinking he reaches and flicks therion on the nose. rude!! it's enough to pull him a bit out of the post-orgasm haze, though his flushed face does not get any less red. ]
... It's been years, you brat. [ he says, still a little breathless. and then: ] It... it was good. And you are full of it. Not bad, he says, visibly aroused. I can see you.
no it's fine. he looks, somehow, even more smug when he notes that he twitches, which is about when he gets flicked on the nose. that gets the look to fade to something more annoyed, and for a moment, therion regards jiaoqiu like a particularly feisty cat, brow furrowed. jiaoqiu is right - his visible eye is dark, and the redness of his cheeks isn't just from exertion. it looks like he's studying him, thinking. technically, he could go. he did what he said he was going to.
but... despite the breathless nature, jiaoqiu's clearly got some fight in him, and it seems like he's going to stick to what he said earlier. besides - the sharp edge of it, pointing out his own condition in exchange - fires him up a little. therion likes that. he doesn't say you don't have to, because that's stupid.
so he rises, movements lithe and easy despite the healing injury, and steps where he'd just been kneeling before, between jiaoqiu's knees. his other hand comes to rest on the arm of the chair, leaning just slightly on it, just slightly over him, every bit the predator animal. he's still in his jeans, belt buckle clipped, and still standing, but if jiaoqiu wants to touch him - well, he makes a gesture and says, dryly: ] Be my guest.
[ jiaoqiu watches him, still slid down a bit against the chair. he's slouched, so when therion comes close, his belt buckle is at eye level. and he doesn't hesitate much at all - he's tired, but he refuses to let this just be selfish. it's not in his nature.
so, with rough hands, jiaoqiu undoes therion's belt, and then yanks therion closer, encouraging him to kneel on the chair between jiaoqiu's legs. he doesn't bother getting therion's pants down all the way, just enough that he can pull therion out from his underwear, and grip him firmly on one hand. it's a bit of an awkward angle, but jiaoqiu doesn't seem to care. he just stays where he is, letting therion brace himself however he wants, and - well. he doesn't quite take therion in his mouth, not all the way.
what he does is make it so that therion kneels on the chair, the length of him exactly at the right height for jiaoqiu to get his tongue on him. with one hand, he strokes at a firm, steady page - the other rests on therion's hip. and in contrast to that sort of rough hand around therion, he sucks lightly, delicately at just the head of therion's length, curling his tongue around it, gently bobbing.
he doesn't go any further down with his mouth, but his ears do ease back as he glances up at therion, gold eyes slits. ]
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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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jiaoqiu remembers the last few times he'd done this - adrenaline soaked, wild, dragging someone down to base instincts. the majority had been something tinged with a bit of desperation, of something like i love you, like always. the last one though. the last one he puts out of his mind, because he wants to enjoy himself here.
which he does, when therion leans forward to get his mouth on him. he sucks in another sharp breath, skin stinging slightly from the snap of the band. that's good. he wants more of that, so he scratches his claws against therion's scalp as a reward. the vibration from just the one word, the barely there barrier between skin - he twitches, and like a brat, rubs himself up against therion's mouth to get a little more of the damp, heady feeling.
when he's ordered to lift, he does without questioning. plants his feet on the ground and raises his hips to allow therion to take off his underwear. his eyes are slits, watching therion with a heated look. he can be obedient - for now he's not doing anything other than what therion tells him to, but that could change. ]
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he can't say he's surprised by that, either - he shuts his bad eye briefly under his bangs at the taste of cotton in his mouth, but doesn't necessarily stop it since his hands are occupied. instead, his gaze flits up briefly, head subtly ducking into the clawed hands in his hair in a sign of recognition, and then tugs the fabric down and out of his way. though, 'out of his way' does not mean all the way down - his pants and underwear can rest at his thighs, working like a restraint. he doesn't need to be naked, and the more thrill the better. all he does is adjust his positioning, duck underneath so it's out of his way, and curl his small hand around the base of jiaoqiu's dick as it comes free. his hands are warm and deeply calloused, roughly textured, and he stars there for now, lolling his head to put his cheek on his thigh as he lazily pumps his hand, grip firm, just to build friction and get him going. he'd like to see that expression crack again. ]
Never been with a Foxian before. [ so conversational, casual - the dryness to his voice remains even here. ] Anything I should be aware of?
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his head tilts back against the chair, and he bites his bottom lip. there's really no reason to hold himself back, he thinks. but he does, he keeps his hips mostly still if only to not dislodge therion, watching him. if therion wasn't resting against his thigh he'd be rocking up into those steady pumps, taking what he wants. his fingers curl, and grip at therion's hair now, tugging it.
his ear flicks. and then, a little breathless but just as dry: ]
You'll want to watch out for the pheromones.
[ don't make stupid jokes in the middle of this ]
Just kidding. My tail is sensitive. And I bite. Watch yourself.
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he eyes wherever his tail is for a second, filing that little piece away, and turns his head into the tug, nose brushing against the thin skin of his now bared thigh. ]
Not that different. [ humans and foxians, that is. therion's voice a low rumble again, he rubs the pad of his thumb against his head - then bites the inside of jiaoqiu's bare thigh. it is not gentle, and it's followed a second later by the wet heat of his tongue, as he busies himself sucking a hickey into the spot, then another, and then another - hand still moving the entire time. he's close, close enough that he could easily turn and take him in his mouth, but he doesn't yet, for now making a mess in an intention of making a mess of the foxian doctor himself. ]
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and he only just barely catches the sound that escapes when therion bites him the first time - it's almost a yelp, but he swallows it down into something much more restrained. the combination of teeth against the sensitive skin of his thigh and the rough, steady stroke has his breath coming harsher, has him squirming in the chair like he can get a better angle. his feet press against the floor and he lifts his hips, impatient already.
the hickeys are driving him crazy - the fingers in therion's hair tighten their grip, and after he watches him turn to start another bite instead of putting his mouth on him, jiaoqiu yanks. his ears are pressed down against his skull, and he's panting, but he won't ask, not with words. just with the way he keeps arching, with the way he's twitching in therion's hand, wet enough to make the movement just a little easier. ]
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however, that doesn't quite stop because he readjusts - the hand pulling his hair is so familiar that his eyes flutter as his head's yanked back. head tilted, bangs still covering his eyes, he can't help the sharp sickle of an adrenaline laced smile, and the gesture sends heat straight down his spine. right. therion lets out a hah of an almost laugh, and readjusts. his shoulder bumps under jiaoqiu's thigh, enough to briefly push him upwards before he squeezes the base of his dick with his hand and licks straight up the entire length.
thankfully, maybe, he can't tell him to ask for it verbally. it's too similar to someone else, too similar to his own experiences, and he wouldn't put someone through the things he went through, not like this, especially when he barely knows him. so instead of running his mouth or saying anything particularly sassy, this time, he tucks a lock of his own hair behind his ear with his free hand, and then dips down to take his head in his mouth. ]
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there's something about the difference in temperature that gets him. heat is always what he's seeking. he likes his food spicy, his apartment sweltering, and he likes this. he likes the way therion's tongue drags up the length of him, the cool air blowing against heated skin. it makes him shiver, and when therion actually sucks the head of him in his mouth, it's just enough to get jiaoqiu to groan, the fingers of the hand not in therion's hair digging into the chair, claws pricking at the fabric.
he won't push therion down - for as much as he'd like to, it's too forceful for him. he likes rough, but he doesn't like to use unless he's told he can. but those fingers in therion's hair flex, and he pushes just a little of the strands out of his face so he can see better. the hair over therion's bad eye he leaves alone, but the rest of it? he wants to see therion's mouth.
a pause, and his legs shift. he tugs therion a little closer, spreads his legs a little further, making room. his breath comes out shaky. and very carefully, he brings his free hand from the chair to therion's jaw, tracing it, admiring the sight.
therion can probably see the muscles in jiaoqiu's stomach flexing, tensing, like he's trying to keep himself from rocking up further into therion's mouth. ]
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as long as his hands never come near the waterfall of his bangs over his eye, jiaoqiu is left to do whatever he wants. the hand at his jaw is a new one, but he doesn't mind it, either - he knows he at least makes a decent sight doing this, and he subtly presses a little into the touch. from that position, jiaoqiu can feel his jaw work, can feel the easy way he slides his tongue around the crown and over the slit, the slightly hollowing of his cheek when he sucks downward and bobs his head. he's learned how to do this pretty well, over the years, adapted to the taste and the feeling of heat and heft in his mouth.
though...
his lashes flutter, and he glances up again as he's tugged slightly closer, and sees those muscles tense. there's a noise - a hum, maybe a huff of something like a laugh, and from where his hand is settled still at his hip, he pulls it back and slaps the side of his thigh, then grabs on to give his hips a pull, forward as he flattens his tongue and takes him deeper into his mouth with the motion, then bobs his head again. c'mon. truthfully? in giving head, he's used to being used. ]
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he watches therion with his gold eyes, half open, barely focused, arousal evident in the way his lips part slightly, panting. his ear flicks restlessly as he watches, and he only looks away when therion slaps at him - only enough to breathe out a pleased sound, hips jumping, eyes fluttering closed briefly. that's pretty clear direction, jiaoqiu thinks.
so he lets himself get a little rougher. he adjusts how he's sitting, and moves his hand from therion's jaw to grip at his hair again. tight, like he could yank it if he wanted to, testing how rough therion wants. and then therion flattens his tongue, and jiaoqiu pushes him down, keeps him there briefly, and the sight and feel of it makes him groan, a gritty, gasping sound that he catches the last half of by covering his mouth. he's careful not to hurt him, but if therion chokes a little here and there, if it's messy, it clearly has an effect on him. he's hard and leaking and arching up into each pass, his hair a mess, falling into his face.
still, he holds back his noise, cut-off moans, sticky sharp breaths, as he guides therion at exactly the pace he likes. ]
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that's a lot more like it. the majority of therion's experience comes from a certain person, and that certain person was never, ever gentle. it was always like this - blistering and messy, tucked away in dark alleys, makeshift safehouses, bar bathrooms they shouldn't have been allowed into. there's a sense of adrenaline to the constriction of the airway, and that's something he's always enjoyed. adrenaline is what he lives for, and as he's pushed down, jiaoqiu gets his first actual, visual reaction from therion - he does choke a little, and his grey-white lashes flutter, red blooming across his tanned cheeks. no noise beyond that, no grunts or sighs, though he presses just slightly into the tight grip in his hair, too. clearly a fan of that!
again and again - each time, he takes him completely in his mouth, and he shifts his hands up to grab onto his hips, digging his small fingertips into the soft give of his ass, and grips, hard, enough to leave finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. it's a messy, wet affair, but therion's eyes open again, and he fixes his gaze with one of his own if he looks down, dark green eyes, nose brushing his stomach and staring straight at him, a glitter of that same confident, cocky swagger, even in a position like this.
he's a nice sight, anyway. blowjob aside, he's watching this very, very composed doctor fall apart, bit by bit, and there's something deeply intriguing about the way he's responding to all the little tricks that therion of all people knows. there's something wrong with you, he'd said. maybe he was right. ]
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which probably explains why he's so into this. therion digs his nails in, swallows him down, and jiaoqiu arches again, breath escaping him in a rush. the noises are escaping more frequently now, cut-off and a little snarly because he can't help himself.
he breathes out something that sounds like a curse, vicious, half caught in his teeth, and therion's nose brushes his stomach, their gazes meet, and something hot and insistent makes itself known - the cockiness is something else. there's an instinct in him to knock it off therion's face, to get a reaction the way the way therion is trying to do to him, and it means he keeps therion pushed down with the hand in his hair. his free hand digs into the chair, poking holes into the fabric.
the sight of therion looking up at him like he does is enough to push him that much closer. he growls, and then yanks therion's hair, half pulling him off. ]
Close. [ he warns, ear flicking violently. he's not going to protest if therion wants to swallow, or if therion wants something else, but he figures he'll be polite. ]
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as he's yanked halfway off, he lets out a harsh exhale, mouth curling up in a smirk even around his length, taking the bare half second to catch his breath, bright green eye now pitched dark, mouth red and shiny around his skin. even if swallowing wasn't more or less a requirement once upon a time (you didn't want to be made fun of for not being able to handle a taste, and you wanted to impress someone), therion's no coward. he flexes his fingers and digs the crescents of his stubby nails in, enough to leave behind marks, and pushes against the hand in his hair to slide back down and take him fully in his mouth in lieu of an answer. or rather - that should be answer enough, shouldn't it?
that, and the way his nails dig in hard, and slide down his thighs, an extra rake of sensation to ideally push this little fox over the edge. no need for politeness, here. ]
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so he doesn't. he just watches as therion drops back down and takes him down to the base, and his hips jerk out of instinct. and then further - he shifts, keeping therion down for just a moment more, taking in the way his mouth feels, warm and wet. taking in the way his mouth is red and slightly abused, the way his expression has darkened, and for a moment he wants to push therion's hair back entirely to look at him, to see his whole face. he doesn't, he has just enough awareness to know that'd ruin the moment, but he thinks about it.
it's a little embarrassing how quick he is to go off. it's been a long time, and therion knows how to drag every single sensation out of him, nails and a little teeth, marks left behind - that heat gathers and grows, has him gasping quiet curses to the ceiling. there's not much else that's keeping him back, and when therion's tongue dips around the head, when therion's throat works just in the right way, jiaoqiu groans and judders his hips up, gripping so tightly at therion's hair he might accidentally pull some of it out. his climax hits him hard, spilling over into therion's mouth, his head thudding back against the chair, thighs trembling around therion's ears. ]
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anyway. he's expecting it, so it's no surprise. therion bobs his head, pulls him in and swallows hard around his length, and when he pulls off, wraps his hand around him to cover whatever he's not currently reaching with his mouth, his clever tongue. the way he jerks his hips shoves him deep down his throat when he comes, but the taste is no bother and there's no surprise, either. he does grab onto him harder, leaving behind tiny indents of bruises, and when his hair is yanked, his eyes shut, brow knitting together, lashes fluttering. the mix of sensations is good, and though he makes no noises, when he finally pulls away, he does so slow, flushed across the cheeks and the nose, breathing hard. his throat hurts a little, but it's good, radiating downwards.
he pulls his hand back as he sits back on his heels - straining a little against the front of his jeans, but it's fine - and licks his lips. one last little show-stealer, before he wipes off his mouth with the back of his wrist and looks impossibly smug as he sits back on his heels.
that ought to do it. debt repaid. ]
Hm. [ his voice's more gravely than it was before - side effect. ] Pretty quick. [ rude ] But not bad.
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panting harshly, jiaoqiu stares at the ceiling - until therion leans back on his heels and licks his lips, and listen, jiaoqiu can't help himself, it's a hell of a sight. his dick gives one last little feeble twitch. if he was stubborn enough, he thinks he could go another round just on that basis. the gravely, used voice does not help.
however, the commentary gets him to look vaguely annoyed, and without thinking he reaches and flicks therion on the nose. rude!! it's enough to pull him a bit out of the post-orgasm haze, though his flushed face does not get any less red. ]
... It's been years, you brat. [ he says, still a little breathless. and then: ] It... it was good. And you are full of it. Not bad, he says, visibly aroused. I can see you.
[ grumble. a beat. ]
Come here. Let me touch you.
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no it's fine. he looks, somehow, even more smug when he notes that he twitches, which is about when he gets flicked on the nose. that gets the look to fade to something more annoyed, and for a moment, therion regards jiaoqiu like a particularly feisty cat, brow furrowed. jiaoqiu is right - his visible eye is dark, and the redness of his cheeks isn't just from exertion. it looks like he's studying him, thinking. technically, he could go. he did what he said he was going to.
but... despite the breathless nature, jiaoqiu's clearly got some fight in him, and it seems like he's going to stick to what he said earlier. besides - the sharp edge of it, pointing out his own condition in exchange - fires him up a little. therion likes that. he doesn't say you don't have to, because that's stupid.
so he rises, movements lithe and easy despite the healing injury, and steps where he'd just been kneeling before, between jiaoqiu's knees. his other hand comes to rest on the arm of the chair, leaning just slightly on it, just slightly over him, every bit the predator animal. he's still in his jeans, belt buckle clipped, and still standing, but if jiaoqiu wants to touch him - well, he makes a gesture and says, dryly: ] Be my guest.
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so, with rough hands, jiaoqiu undoes therion's belt, and then yanks therion closer, encouraging him to kneel on the chair between jiaoqiu's legs. he doesn't bother getting therion's pants down all the way, just enough that he can pull therion out from his underwear, and grip him firmly on one hand. it's a bit of an awkward angle, but jiaoqiu doesn't seem to care. he just stays where he is, letting therion brace himself however he wants, and - well. he doesn't quite take therion in his mouth, not all the way.
what he does is make it so that therion kneels on the chair, the length of him exactly at the right height for jiaoqiu to get his tongue on him. with one hand, he strokes at a firm, steady page - the other rests on therion's hip. and in contrast to that sort of rough hand around therion, he sucks lightly, delicately at just the head of therion's length, curling his tongue around it, gently bobbing.
he doesn't go any further down with his mouth, but his ears do ease back as he glances up at therion, gold eyes slits. ]
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