[ 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. ]
[ oh. well, he was not expecting that, actually. the first part is fine - he responds well to being pulled around, and can follow instructions (when he feels like it) - he brings a knee up into the chair, leaning into jiaoqiu's space and taking up what little there is on the chair. it puts them fairly close together, the outside of therion's thighs pressing to the inside of jiaoqiu's, but he balances with zero trouble.
his mouth wrapping around his head, however, comes as a bit more of a surprise. he lets out a short, sharp 'hah' noise, an exhaled laugh - he lets his head loll back for a second, and his thoughts scatter, wildly. has he ever had someone go down on him? probably not. even just a little bit is a warm, wet and welcome sensation, and he drops his hands down to thread them into jiaoqiu's hair, half stroking over his ears as they come back if only to curl his fingers tight into the pink strands, to hold him there, letting the sensation of his tongue send sparks down his synapses.
the amount of pressure is just right from his hand, too, and his skin is hot to the touch - and maybe just a little surprisingly, therion also holds back from pushing his hips forward further into the heat of his mouth, instead keeping himself steady and taut so jiaoqiu's delicate movements aren't too disrupted. for now, at least. ] 's it.
[ normally, jiaoqiu doesn't like people touching his ears. normally, he'd bat at therion or bite him, but - he allows it this time, even if they flick and jitter at the sensation. it's brief, anyway, and he's fine with therion gripping at his hair. it's been a very long time since he's done this, but it isn't hard to figure it out again. he's got one of his own, he knows what feels good.
he closes his eyes, and hums, soft, hand working at that same pace. he's surprised, a bit, that therion doesn't immediately try to rock his hips forward, but it earns him points. jiaoqiu is not nearly as confident in his ability to not gag, so he stays shallow with his mouth, but - his tongue is talented in a lot of ways. he knows how to keep his teeth away - though he's tempted to find somewhere to bite in general. and he lets those vibrations happen, running his tongue along the slit and along the underside of the head, digging the fingers of his free hand into therion's hips. no drawing blood, but bruises? definitely.
slowly, he picks up his pace, tilting his head into the grip therion's got on his hair. he can pull. if he's going to, it better be hard. ]
[ it felt kind of strange to grab at his ears anyway - he's never been with any kind of foxian or any other kind of semi-furred person before, so it's easier to latch onto the familiarity. (for now, at least.) instead, his hands slip into the plaits of the braids at the side of his head, clever and dextrous fingers threading in to hold a good grip.
which he one he's going to need, apparently. it's a little overwhelming at first, how good it feels. logically, he knows why this used to be a favorite for darius, too, but experiencing it is different. the tonguing over his head gets him to shudder, a full body reaction as he curls over jiaoqiu a little more fully, breaths coming harsher as the combination of the dry friction of his hand and the heat of his mouth sends heat down his spine.
his hands curl tighter in his hair when jiaoqiu tilts up into it, and as he starts to pick up the pace, he finds an angle he liked before and pulls, tilting his head to the side with a little bit of force. his hips move shallowly into it when he does, and he grinds against the pressure from his mouth and exhales, harshly; though therion is silent, his body reactions are easy to read. ]
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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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his mouth wrapping around his head, however, comes as a bit more of a surprise. he lets out a short, sharp 'hah' noise, an exhaled laugh - he lets his head loll back for a second, and his thoughts scatter, wildly. has he ever had someone go down on him? probably not. even just a little bit is a warm, wet and welcome sensation, and he drops his hands down to thread them into jiaoqiu's hair, half stroking over his ears as they come back if only to curl his fingers tight into the pink strands, to hold him there, letting the sensation of his tongue send sparks down his synapses.
the amount of pressure is just right from his hand, too, and his skin is hot to the touch - and maybe just a little surprisingly, therion also holds back from pushing his hips forward further into the heat of his mouth, instead keeping himself steady and taut so jiaoqiu's delicate movements aren't too disrupted. for now, at least. ] 's it.
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he closes his eyes, and hums, soft, hand working at that same pace. he's surprised, a bit, that therion doesn't immediately try to rock his hips forward, but it earns him points. jiaoqiu is not nearly as confident in his ability to not gag, so he stays shallow with his mouth, but - his tongue is talented in a lot of ways. he knows how to keep his teeth away - though he's tempted to find somewhere to bite in general. and he lets those vibrations happen, running his tongue along the slit and along the underside of the head, digging the fingers of his free hand into therion's hips. no drawing blood, but bruises? definitely.
slowly, he picks up his pace, tilting his head into the grip therion's got on his hair. he can pull. if he's going to, it better be hard. ]
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which he one he's going to need, apparently. it's a little overwhelming at first, how good it feels. logically, he knows why this used to be a favorite for darius, too, but experiencing it is different. the tonguing over his head gets him to shudder, a full body reaction as he curls over jiaoqiu a little more fully, breaths coming harsher as the combination of the dry friction of his hand and the heat of his mouth sends heat down his spine.
his hands curl tighter in his hair when jiaoqiu tilts up into it, and as he starts to pick up the pace, he finds an angle he liked before and pulls, tilting his head to the side with a little bit of force. his hips move shallowly into it when he does, and he grinds against the pressure from his mouth and exhales, harshly; though therion is silent, his body reactions are easy to read. ]