[ there we go, jiaoqiu thinks, satisfied, as therion bears down on him.
with a sigh, he matches what therion gives him. it's not quite desperation, and it is wanting, in a sense, but more than anything it's coaxing. inviting. maybe a little needy, but that's the one he won't be admitting to himself. his fingers curl and dig into therion's hips, and he presses his tongue into therion's mouth and kisses him deep, a little clumsy and unpracticed, but solid. and then - he slows them down. just a bit. he bites at therion's bottom lip, and hums low, arching.
it's no less passionate or intense, it's just a more languid pace. a little reassurance. he's here. he's not going anywhere, therion doesn't have to take it and run, he doesn't have to get the most out of something that won't last. jiaoqiu will kiss him for as long as he wants to, and he can keep coming back for more.
one hand drags up therion's side and settles in his hair, stroking it back. gentle, gentle. but not reluctant, not anything but all-in, dragging therion close and holding him there. ]
[ a caretaker and someone who needs to be cared for, or at least, someone who has forgotten what care is like. coaxing a thief is a bad idea, inviting a thief even worse - he will always take, and take, and take. this is no exception, and thus the pace starts out immediately deep, his mouth opening against jiaoqiu's, pulling a flush to his cheeks and a sigh from jiaoqiu's mouth, chasing reactions, chasing pleasure. when jiaoqiu slows him down, though, therion exhales harshly, this time, and after a beat, he follows where he's leading.
slower. more. each brush of his tongue in his mouth a savored sensation as opposed to an inhaled meal. he makes no noise or anything like it, but his fingers curl and clutch at the bedsheets near jiaoqiu's head, twine in the longer locks of his hair and tug, but it's not as hard as usual, more like touching just to touch. he lets him mess with his hair if he wants to, feeling the flutter of anticipation and nerves and everything else when it gets near his fringe, but he's already seen it, it's - safe. it's safety.
he shifts where he's settled - hips upwards and then rolling down, slower to match the gesture of their mouths together, lingering a second longer in his life, between the cradle of his legs. maybe they don't even have to sleep together. maybe they will. maybe not. it doesn't even matter. and that's wild, too. nothing transactional about it, even if he'll cling onto that feeling a little longer to make an attempt at pretending there's distance where there's absolutely none.
there's danger in safety and complacency, and he knows that better than anyone, but he wants safety like any person would. ]
[ nothing transactional, just - care. closeness, intimacy, the things that can ground both of them. there's something intoxicating about the idea. they've slept together so many times, but nothing keys him up like the idea of it meaning something. scary, but wildly arousing, which is kind of funny to him, distantly.
maybe they'll make it something more, and maybe he won't. maybe he'll roll therion over on his back and settle in his lap, make sure his shoulder doesn't get strained. when therion rocks against him as is, he lets out a heated sigh into therion's mouth, the hand still on his hip gliding up to rest on the small of his back, like he's encouraging it. still clothed, jiaoqiu can't feel the warmth of therion's skin against his own, but he's already thinking about it absently, about how good it might feel to be pressed together face to face for once. his fingers dip under the waistband of therion's pants, just sneaking touches, dragging his fingers absently over where a tail would be, if therion had one. a little like he's thinking about it.
there's no hiding his interest, but the thing is - again, realizing it like therion - they don't have to. it doesn't have to be a whole production, it doesn't have to be anything but this. it's safe. it's easy, to know that if they got tired they could just stop. jiaoqiu is content to kiss therion like this, to even get off this way, to rock his hips up slow and lazy and grinding, wind them both up and wind them down. he kind of likes the thought of that, even if it'd be a mess.
and after a moment, even though he's reluctant to break the kiss, he murmurs: ]
More?
[ because he'd be okay to stop, too. he likes to ask. he likes therion to know that he has the choice, that either way jiaoqiu's bed is still open to him. ]
[ the less that he thinks about this, the easier it is. in fact, the longer he melds into the kisses, the more his anxieties and paranoia start to melt away. that's part of the reason of chasing the pleasure in the first place, but this time, it's less about the thrill and more about the comfort. a warmth that curls like smoke instead of a burning flame.
from this angle, he can really feel all of jiaoqiu in a way they don't usually get up to. the closest might be draping over his back when things get really intense, but even then, it doesn't really compare. this feels a thousand times more intimate than that. keenly aware as always, it feels like his senses are heightened even further - the way his fingertips dip against his skin leaves heat behind, the half anticipation of a claw. he's considering doing the same, and starts to push his weight to his injured arm so he can free up his left, about to push up jiaoqiu's shirt and get it out of the way.
he catches jiaoqiu's lip between his teeth when he breaks the kiss, so the word's caught between their mouths. it's enough that his eye flutters open and he pulls back a little, pausing hip to hip, one sneaky, clever hand already halfway up jiaoqiu's shirt without disturbing a thing, without even touching him yet. ]
Mn. [ an agreeing noise. he always wants more, that's sort of how this goes. there's a beat of silence - he regards jiaoqiu from under his fringe, eyes just a little dark. ] Any ideas?
[ drawled low and a little rumbly against his mouth this time - he flattens his hand across jiaoqiu's stomach, a touch of skin to skin out of nowhere, and skates it up his chest. sure, he can take some suggestions. the whole thing feels a little raw, still, and if he runs his palm over his chest and tweaks while jiaoqiu is running his mouth (as if therion was not the one who asked him to run his mouth), well, it helps him have a little control over the situation. ]
[ a little protesty sound, when he feels therion shift his weight to his injured arm. no!!
but he's quickly diverted, thankfully. the warmth of therion's hand sliding up under his shirt gets him to sigh, and almost growl, the way he does when he's really starting to get into it. a rumble of a noise, the animalistic part of him crawling up. his ear flicks, and he meets that heady gaze with a look that's just on the edge of belligerent. just a little. it's something therion has probably learned over time - in the thick of it, jiaoqiu is bossy. until it gets knocked out of him, anyway. ]
Let me out of my clothes. Like this.
[ he says, as he grinds his hips up against therion's, as he arches up into therion's grabby hands. granted, like, if therion feels like going through the effort of fingering him to get him ready, jiaoqiu will not say no, he just knows that it's a lot of work. as long as he gets to be skin to skin, face to face, he does not care how it pans out. he repays that tweak with another little bite to therion's bottom lip, gold eyes warm, pupils large. a beat. ]
On your back. I will not have you opening your wounds.
[ huffy, a touch imperious, like he's not half hard and squirming under therion. ]
[ that earns him a not so gentle pinch to the nipple but he probably deserves it ]
God, you're bossy.
[ he sounds more amused than anything else after he says it, and takes the second to take in the look on his face. he likes it when jiaoqiu gets belligerent, mostly because therion is no better, and that belligerence is what got him here in the first place. so stubborn to heal him that therion really couldn't say no, and now, here they are, months and months later.
removing his hand, he pushes himself up on his injured arm easily and leans back a little, though it's just enough to rest his arms on jiaoqiu's legs and regard him, like he's on a fine perch. therion has an easy sort of swagger around him when he's not dealing with the concept of human gentleness, and its on full display here. he knows he's at least decently good looking, he knows that jiaoqiu is into him, and this is easy to lean into. from this view, his mouth is kissed red, cheeks lightly flushed, white hair even more of a mess than usual. ]
On my back, huh. [ sarcastically, almost a fake pout: ] Don't tell me you're not going to say please?
[ really just evidence of him being shitty even if this is admittedly full of feelings. even if he is kind of into it, and even if he's also half hard in his too tight jeans and still pressed close together with jiaoqiu, enough that twitching his hips gets a little burn of friction between them. ]
[ therion absolutely gets a heated once-over from jiaoqiu. it's the mussed hair and the kissed-red lips, he just... very much likes that. it's a good look on him, kissed a little stupid.
underneath him, jiaoqiu's tail wriggles, swishing against the bedspread in a vaguely disgruntled way. not seriously, but in that cat with its stomach exposed, waiting to bite sort of way. he's unfortunately very attracted to the swagger, watching therion be a brat. ]
Would a please even do anything? [ he asks, with a huff. a beat. and then he does not give therion time to answer. instead, he uses his legs to sweep therion over onto his back - carefully, avoiding throwing him down on his bad shoulder. and then he rolls over to sit in therion's lap, which is probably funny considering he's much taller. he looks very pleased with himself, easing back to make sure his ass is pressed right up against therion's groin. congratulations. ]
As I said. [ jiaoqiu hums, curling his fingers under his shirt and pulling it up, off, throwing it to the side. ] I will not have you undo my hard work.
it serves therion right because hubris might as well be his last name - while he's being a little shit, he gets his legs swept out from underneath him. his facial expression is almost comically startled when they get rolled over, and truly if he were the one who was a furry, he'd be puffed up at every angle like a startled cat.
the expression fades after a second, replaced with a flat, unamused look, even if he is clearly just posturing and not actually upset about this at all. jiaoqiu does have a nice ass. he has looked at it plenty of times. he is not complaining about the way he fits in his lap even a little, and he bumps his hips up when he's taking off his shirt to continue to be a brat and jostle him, and in the meantime grind a little against him while he's at it. ]
Done worse with less. [ he mutters, but again, it's just perfunctory. he looks up at jiaoqiu - not unusual, and he settles back a little in the pillows to actually look him over and take in the sight. he really is pretty. not that that's the kind of thing therion thinks about often, but it's hard to miss. ]
jiaoqiu laughs a little when he catches the puffy cat reaction, ear flicking. he's so, so pleased with himself, it's obnoxious. when therion bumps him a bit, he startles - but the second he's got his shirt off and on the floor, he rests his hands on therion's chest, bracing himself up. ]
Wrong answer. [ he informs him, wrinkling his nose. a beat, as he meets that grind lazily, his tail whapping back and forth and hitting the inside of therion's legs. his head tilts back a bit, eyes closing briefly as he takes in the sensation, and then, with a sigh: ]
Mm... I should have taken your pants off before sitting.
[ because now he doesn't want to get off therion... ]
[ help. the tail swishing is kind of a funny sensation even through his jeans, and he watches jiaoqiu for a moment when he closes his eyes, observing the curves and angles of his body, and then, he makes an "ohhh" noise, drawn out. rude. ]
Best laid plans of foxes and men, huh?
[ lol lmao. however, that joke aside. ] Hold still.
[ and then fairly unceremoniously, he adjusts his weight on his better arm and then almost effortlessly arches his back and hips up and off the bed, foxian included, steps on the edge of his jeans with one foot, and with some frankly impressive flexibility and maneuvering, wiggles free of them without dislodging jiaoqiu much at all.
[ oh, okay, well, therion probably doesn't mean for this to be hot, but the amount of flexibility therion shows off means that unfortunately, when jiaoqiu settles back against his hips, he's hard as a fuckin' rock. good lord.
a beat, and jiaoqiu huffs: ] You are the worst show-off I've met in my long years.
[ like, obviously he's not annoyed at all considering he's wildly attracted to what just happened, but he has to play it up or his dignity!! he cannot get his own pants off as easily, but he tries, shuffling a bit so that he can kick his own off, and it's not nearly as graceful and kind of stupid.
but he manages still to stay mostly pressed up against therion, and once they're just both down to their underwear, jiaoqiu sighs and leans down over him, bracing himself up with one hand on the bed. the other hand drags up therion's chest, and then rests on the side of his face so that he can pull him into another kiss. it's mostly to shut him up, because he knows therion is going to make fun of him for not being very lithe, but it's also a little because he's greedy.
so he kisses him. and as he does, he grinds down against therion, and the thin fabrics being the only thing that separates the two of them from being skin to skin makes him let out a shivery sound into therion's mouth. maybe he's not very graceful, but jiaoqiu is liquid enough to curl over therion, hips to hips, stomach to stomach. he likes that much more than he thought, being able to feel the little twitches and jumps, feeling therion breathe, hearing it get just a touch more uneven. ]
[ lol! lmao! lol! of course he is smug and amused about this. he did not really consider it to be attractive until afterwards, because being flexible and dextrous is just a necessity in his daily life? but jiaoqiu's reaction strokes his ego, so he's smirking as he settles back again. and that certainly doesn't fade watching jiaoqiu awkwardly try and get his clothes off, either. he has approximately ten different comments he could make and every single one plays on his face, so jiaoqiu makes the very wise decision to kiss him before he can start saying any of them.
it gets a muffled chuckle out of therion, pressed to his mouth. while not a necessarily completely unusual sound, it is in an unusual circumstance, and it adds a little to the kiss itself. his mouth is still tingling, like capsaicin from the chili laced meals he eats as he carves his space out in jiaoqiu's life, and it feels good to kiss someone, to slide his tongue back into his mouth and eat.
never one to be passive, his hands come to rest on jiaoqiu's hips, smoothing around the curves. it's out of nowhere - sneaky hands, sneaky fingers - but they dig in just a little, following the motion of jiaoqiu's grind like a guide. despite his (as usual) shitty little attitude, jiaoqiu's not the only one feeling it, and the way their bodies grind together is enough that he's fully hard too, rolling up to meet him and chase the friction. there's something clumsy about all of it, something genuine - the surprise of how good it is to be this close, to be caged in and not hate it, to feel wrapped up but not trapped, does get his breath to stutter, get him to plant his feet down into the covers and roll up with a little more force. ]
[ that is something jiaoqiu notes, as he kisses therion - just a hint of that spice leftover from the dumplings, from food that therion brought him and jiaoqiu turned into a meal. they shared it together, like they're sharing this - sustenance prepared through teamwork, however clumsy it might be. he's always thought that life was not worth anything without spice, without heat. it's the turning point, from eating to live, to living to eat.
therion guides them together, and jiaoqiu has gotten better at not immediately coming in his pants like a teenager, with how frequently they roll around together, but. still, even with practice, it's hard to ignore how much he likes this, and the friction has him panting slightly into therion's mouth. he rolls his hips down, revels in the feeling of therion just as hard under him, rubbing against the crease of his thigh and then up further, against his stomach in an unstructured, needy sort of way. there's that part of him that thinks he'd like therion's fingers inside him, but this, just rocking together, his kisses getting messier the more worked up he gets - he likes this. and he definitely is a fan of keeping therion's mouth busy, if only to stop him from smirking like a gremlin.
he'd started slow, to show therion that they have all the time in the world, but it's not hard to get jiaoqiu to pick up the pace. therion plants his feet down, and jiaoqiu shudders, losing his place in the kiss for a moment. therion can probably hear the little hitches to his breath, soft almost-but-not-quite moans that he's trying to muffle - which is going to be a losing battle in a second, because jiaoqiu brings his free hand down from therion's face to wedge between the two of them.
he shoves at their underwear fussily, trying to get the fabric off just enough to get them fully skin to skin, growling under his breath without really meaning to. ]
[ he really could make another shitty comment about it - at least you're out of your pants this time, but he doesn't, because his mouth is immediately otherwise occupied. again! for the better. all therion does is smirk a little into the kiss, because that gets the message across, and let himself delve back into the actual sensations at hand.
which, they are good. it's a little more like their normal, the sudden onset of the rush for desire. the faster that jiaoqiu moves, the faster that therion arches up to meet him, letting the wilder pace run like electricity through his veins - his hands flex, half absently stroking after his hips, then grabbing the base of his tail and tugging at it, then skittering free and snaking under his waistband as he starts to fuss. therion has small hands, knobby fingers, but he spreads them wide and pushes the fabric down around the curve of his ass and down his thighs, likely hobbling but at the moment, not too bothered to worry about it. not when jiaoqiu's making all those nice little noises, and definitely not when his hand comes down between them.
sheer instinct has him buck his hips upwards and into the palm of jiaoqiu's hand - seeking that pressure and letting out a harsh, shaky breath into his mouth when he finds what he's looking for. he arches, bucking up underneath him to try and help him, letting jiaoqiu be the one to get the thin fabric of his underwear out of the way, and kicks them off to the side to be rediscovered later. thin muscle and warm skin, he squeezes his thighs around jiaoqiu and drags him back down again, rutting into him like a messy teenager as opposed to grown ass adult.
he could break apart from the kiss - if you could still call it that - could ask him what he wants, but frankly, the vibration of him growling into his mouth hits all the right thrill-seeker synapses, and he bites his lower lip and kisses him again. like a dying man in the desert, once you've been given something you need, it's hard to pull away. ]
[ he is never going to live the Incident down and for his entire rest of his life he's just going to have to bite therion about it
but - he gets a little lost in it. when therion pulls at the base of his tail, he actually growls, a gritty and deep rumbling sound that, by now, therion can intuit is very close to a moan. he's trying to be gentle, or at least, more gentle than normal, but his instincts are fighting him. all he wants is to stake a claim, which is dangerous. but therion has stayed two nights in a row, and he came back, and jiaoqiu wants to dig his claws in, wants to take a little for himself, and it's been so long since he's wanted that he chases that sensation like a starving man. he can never get enough of this, feeding an empty void with pain and pleasure mixed all together into one.
off the fabric goes, and then it's just them, skin to skin. jiaoqiu grinds them together in short, shaky motions, a little frustrated at not quite being able to get a consistent angle. it's therion arching his hips into it that drives him crazy, and without really thinking he drags his hand down therion's stomach and lower still, and takes both of them in hand, his fingers just long enough to be able to clumsily wrap around their lengths and start to stroke. that's not quite enough either, he thinks, but the heat of them pressed together in his palm and therion's teeth against his bottom lip are making his whole body tighten up, making his head spin. he's not even sure what he wants, other than to just be close, to feast - though his arousal-addled mind does contemplate what it might be like to be inside therion, if he'd even allow it.
the kiss is sort of more just absently, messily licking into therion's mouth in an attempt to stay connected at this point, his concentration shot. ]
[ oh, that feels good when jiaoqiu wraps his hands around them both. therion hisses out a - ] Fuck, [ in the scant space between them, the closest to noises he ever really gets. the dry friction of his hand wrapped around the both of them, combined with the way it feels to grind skin to skin is a lot. therion's hips jerk, out of rhythm, and he pulls back from kissing him to breathe, harsh and heavy, reaching up to thread his fingers through the fur of his tail at the base and tug it again, pulling up, then arching off of the bed to follow so they're not separated for even a second. his eyes are closed at the moment - behind them, he can picture the same sight he's seen before, pulling his tail up and watching his back arch, littered with bitemarks and scratches and a pretty enough treasure all on his own.
but, they're on the same wavelength - it's not quite enough. whether it's different or not, it's still just as easy to fall to what's fulfilling, what never gets boring. to what initially kept him coming back. at its core, the bare bones of it all remain the same. panting against his mouth, therion's other hand curls and he strokes his quick fingers between his cheeks on the rockback from a thrust, touching just for the sake of touching, taking, something. they need - things, to get that far, and he's not really feeling very patient. ]
Jiaoqiu. [ the name's like a growl, not a warning or a moan but a wordless sort of ask. a tell me what you want, maybe, or i'll take. his hips snap up against his, cock twitching with the motion against the tightness of his grip and the warmth of his palm. ]
[ any sort of sane thoughts go right out the window when therion pulls his tail like that. a yowl-y little snarl escapes, his grip tightening, and instinctively he bites - nips at therion's lip as he pulls away to breathe. he wants more of that pretty desperately, actually. his tail flicks, jittery, as therion arches up into him, and like a reward, jiaoqiu tightens his grip just a bit, twisting his wrist at the end of his stroke and thumbing under the head of therion's cock.
he refuses to pay extra attention to his own, because just listening to therion curse against his ear is going to set him off. because therion has his fingers in places that jiaoqiu wants them probing further, and he just - groans, in response to his name. he hears the ask. he has to pull his thoughts together for this. ]
There's oil. In the drawer. [ he suggests, his pace faltering. he's not feeling patient either, but he can be enough if it means therion pulls his tail again. ]
You can take. [ he murmurs, against therion's mouth. a reminder, like the one he gave earlier - he can have whatever he wants, and jiaoqiu will give it to him. ]
[ oh god that feels good, but the phrasing startles him out of the wave of pleasure he was riding, out of the harsh, mindless grind of their hips together. he can take, huh. the permission gets him to laugh - a short, breathless noise. he's never had permission before. never needed it. and he doesn't really now, either, but the reminder from before sticks somewhere in his ribs and stays there. to take something because it is given is just as new of a concept, too. ]
Usually do. [ haha get it. it's because he usually tops. anyway he cannot resist the urge to make a shitty snarky comment and so he pulls back, there's a glitter of amused delight in his visible eye, something lively and bright. therion keeps the hand in his tail for now - benefit of being ambidextrous, really, and pulls it again as he reaches blindly for the bedside table, finding the drawer and tugging it open, feeling around until his fingers curl around a familiar bottle, then shoving it shut with the heel of his hand. it's louder than usual, less worried about being an unobtrusive presence in someone's life.
it comes with a thrill of excitement and anticipation, of many similar (if wildly) different nights, bent over his back or barely making it to the actual bed surface. therion leans back against the pillows. he's flushed cheeked and kissed bruised, his already wild hair a total mess, scattered enough that his scar's visible. he doesn't even realize it: how nice it is not to care. with his prize properly retrieved and jiaoqiu's hand still wrapped around him, he pops the top off the bottle with his teeth, and then and only then frees his hand from his tail, finally, taking the very brief second to catch his breath as he coats his fingers.
whether they even fuck or not, it doesn't really matter - awkward angle or not, he's confident enough he could probably get jiaoqiu off with just his fingers. wouldn't be the first time. ]
[ jiaoqiu huffs, amused, when therion snarks back at him. his goal, every time that they pin each other to whatever surface, is to make it so that therion is too blissed out to give sarcastic commentary. he's only succeeded once or twice, but it's a fun goal to work at. it's something he wants more than anything right now - not because he hates the snark, because he doesn't, he thinks it's funny. but a genuine therion is a relaxed therion, or as much as he can ever get, and jiaoqiu likes that, in his soft, squishy center. ]
Look forward to when I take you instead. [ he murmurs, a touch playful. maybe a little serious.
but for now, there's another little rumble when therion absently pulls his tail - he shifts, as therion reaches for the drawer, getting into a better position. he scoots up, settles higher so that therion doesn't have to stretch to reach. curls against therion's uninjured side, and throws his leg over therion's thigh, half straddling it, tail lifting out of the way. and most importantly, he keeps his fingers wrapped around therion's cock, stroking gently, slower. touching himself falls by the wayside for now, because he knows how good therion is with his hands. he might not need to be touched.
it's still a little awkward, but it's better. and this way, jiaoqiu can still kiss him if he wants, can tuck his head against therion's shoulder and ear if he gets overwhelmed. ]
[ the only response to that is a little snort and a hum, one that's indulgent - an "okay, sure, we'll see" of a noise. he'd flippantly said something about jiaoqiu doing so the very first time they fooled around together, but in reality, that's something therion hasn't done in a very long time, and it's...
... well. he doesn't really have the time to think about it. somewhere, instinctually, maybe he knows the answer - that if it's jiaoqiu, he might be willing. and isn't that kind of terrifying? too close to the precipice, when therion plasters himself to walls to stay away from cliffs. so he doesn't focus on it, right now, because he can't, not with jiaoqiu's hand still around his length, friction smoothed from where the more desperate frotting got him leaking, before, not when he's got jiaoqiu draping over him and practically presenting for his hands. so. he lets him fit how he likes, and drops his arms to rest over his hips, almost an embrace in his reach to get his hands in the right place. his left comes to curl through his tail, pulling fluff and winding it around his dextrous fingers, then clutching on tighter to pull his hips up a little further. the right, just as clever, just as quick, skates two wet fingertips around his entrance and slides one in to the knuckle, moving at a similar pace to jiaoqiu's hand currently on him. he's tight - it's been a little while - but who better to find a way in?
it's a syrupy warm kind of sensation, something warm and slow as opposed to quick and dirty, and he exhales out easily, tilting his head back to take in the sights, for now. ]
[ he hears that we'll see, and his ear flicks in therion's face in return. but he has bigger things to concentrate on, at the moment.
a punched-out little ah escapes him as therion eases up against his entrance - he's not quite relaxed, and therion pressing his finger inside him is just a touch uncomfortable. that does not bother him in the least, however. the discomfort adds something to it, and after a moment, he exhales shakily and rolls his shoulders. loosens up, and presses his nose against therion's jaw, breathing him in. carefully, he arches back - presses into the fingers, not bothering to go slow. he likes the stretch, the ache of it. it goes so nicely with how bites and scratches feel, how often he's bleeding a little in some way after they fuck.
his focus is a little fuzzy, considering, but he can feel how wet therion is between his fingers, and he wants more. so, as therion finds a rhythm, jiaoqiu picks up his strokes again, taking the base of therion's length and gently squeezing as he glides his hand up to the tip. his palm is warm and firm as he works up and down, almost teasing, encouraging therion to rock his hips up into it. it's less frantic, which he's finding he likes just as much. he can see therion's face, he can see how therion doesn't really care about hiding his eye anymore, how his hair is a mess and how flushed he is. intoxicating. sweet.
and when therion tilts his head back to look, he'll see jiaoqiu watching him, pupils blown wide and mouth open in a soft pant. absently, he grinds his hips against therion's thigh, but not with any specific intent other than it feels good to do, instinct. ]
[ he knows a lot of things about jiaoqiu's preferences by now. he knows how he likes things hard and rough, the same way therion does. knows he likes being tossed around, bitten, scratched, left marked up, and that he often returns the favor. some early mornings, he skitters out of jiaoqiu's apartment with claw marks throbbing under his hoodie down his back, and it makes him feel alive.
similarly, he knows he prefers to be fucked open at the same capacity - he doesn't bother holding back. (only, he does, a little. enough that he knows it won't be too much. despite having every instinct to bite like the little wolf he is, when he felt the toxin before, his fear made him want to leave not because he was afraid of being the prey, but he was afraid of being the predator.) when jiaoqiu breathes out, he adds a second with no warning, stretching the limits as he flicks his wrist, pulling out and delving back in. he is so tight around his fingers, so wet and warm, and it brings back unbidden memories of sinking into him dozens of times over, of how that exact pressure feels around cock, let alone his fingertips. the sense memory gets his hips to judder.
which, that feels good, too. jiaoqiu's grip is just right, and it sends jitters of pleasure down his thighs, as he rocks into his hand. they make eye contact, and the sight of jiaoqiu's golden eyes and dark pupils gets a twist of heat in his gut, and there's just the hint of a smirk on his face, too, knowing he's being watched. he shifts his position, spreading one leg out a little wider, while the leg underneath jiaoqiu comes up, likely bumping him a little upwards as he presses the muscle of his thigh up against him and grinds in time with his, more purposeful, rewarding that instinct with something good to chase. ]
[ with how many times they've done this, jiaoqiu knows therion knows his body intimately. he knows that therion will hurt him exactly the way he likes to be hurt, but never enough to break him. there's always care hidden in it, there's always something stopping him from being like the ones before him. not once has jiaoqiu ever felt unsafe around him, and while there's a horrible, what is wrong with you kind of thrill to his life being in danger while completely vulnerable, this -- this is better. there's security, in this. in not being lost.
he likes being used, but not thrown to the side. he likes therion not bothering to ask if he's ready for more, and when that second finger presses inside him he groans, almost whines a little. the hand not wrapped around therion is trapped, pinned under him where he's braced up against therion, but he's aching to scratch, just to show therion how good he feels. instead, when therion hikes his hip, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into therion's shoulder to stop himself from letting out the tiny helpless noises he wants to make.
the noises get muffled, but his breathing shakes, unsteady as those fingers rock in and out of him. his tail keeps flicking every so often, and he's unable to stop it, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness - said tail quivers every time that therion presses deep, as jiaoqiu tightens around him. his own cock leaks against therion's thigh, making a mess as he squirms. it's hard to decide which direction to press - into the grind, or back up into his fingers. doesn't stop him from spreading his legs, either way.
it's at this point that his hand on therion falters a bit, distracted by running his tongue over the fang marks he left behind. they're in the same headspace - just like therion thinks about sinking into him, jiaoqiu thinks about the weight of therion pressed to the hilt, thinks about being pushed face first into the bed and taken, and it draws a shivery moan from him. ]
[ it's kind of a funny contrast, because when jiaoqiu bites him, it's a mirror to where he was bitten hours ago by something else entirely. an angry, snarling borisin thug that managed to snap his jaws just right, so that therion had to dislocate his shoulder to get free. it's what brought him here in the first place, and now, its mirror is a bitemark he wears more often. one given in the midst of a moment of what is really trust, in the midst of passion that's starting to shape itself towards so much more than a quick fuck or two on a quiet evening. it doesn't hurt. and he doesn't pull away, either.
in fact, he hisses out a breath, a telltale sign he's pleased with it, and turns his head to the side to press the temple of his own to the top of jiaoqiu's, both so he can see him a little better and almost like affirmation. he likes the tongue laving back over it. he likes that jiaoqiu's moaning in his ear instead of into the pillows - even though that's nice in its own right sometimes, too - and he likes the way he can feel every single reaction of his body. he's finding for once he's not minding being trapped.
when his legs spread further, it makes the angle a little easier on therion, too. he pulls his tail again - approving, fisting his fingers in the pink strands, feeling it twitch and quiver in his palm - and twists his wrist. it's, in a distantly funny way, not unlike picking a lock? being able to work unseen. at a better angle, he pulls his tail again, and crooks his fingers, curling them inside of him as he thrusts deep, just to see if he can coax him into reacting further.
the falter of his hand doesn't bother him any, either. instead, he just keeps canting his hips up into it, slow and easy, keeps grinding his thigh against jiaoqiu's bare skin, feeling the wetness and the heat of his cock and grinding up into it, easing the slide. encouraging jiaoqiu to use him as he likes, the feeling very much mutual. they could fuck, they could not, but he's very interested in seeing about getting him off with just his fingers. ]
[ it's probably not hard to see that it's very possible to make him come just on his fingers.
the angle changes, and it means that therion's fingers press just the right way to brush against something inside jiaoqiu - he stiffens immediately with a cut-off gasp. almost hastily, he lets go of therion's cock to grab at his hip instead, digging his claws in there so that he doesn't accidentally break skin in a very sensitive place. the combination of the fist yanking at his tail and the curl of therion's fingers against that spot make him see stars - a burst of heat roils up low in his abdomen and makes him shake with it. makes him arch his back, makes his tail lash a little where it's being held in therion's clenched fingers. every time therion's fingers brush the base of his tail, he shudders like he'll fall apart.
it's such a far cry from months ago, when he didn't even like when therion touched his ears. trust goes both ways.
and jiaoqiu is not much of a talker during sex, honestly; he doesn't even really like making noise (not that it stops him). but now, rocking roughly back against the fingers inside him, he growls something that sounds like there, again. bossy.
the telltale signs are clear - he's a touch more animalistic, his breaths coming out as rough, gritty growls muffled against skin, his ears pinned back and twitching. he's a little lost in the pleasure of it, rutting against him, making a slick, sticky mess of therion's stomach and thigh with short, urgent jerks. rocking roughly back against his fingers, dragging his mouth up to suck hickeys possessively against therion's jaw and neck.
he's forgotten that he was jerking therion off, but he has other plans for that, he just - can't get enough of this. it's so much better this way, even. not quite face to face, but chest to chest, where he can hear therion's heartbeat and gasp needy noises against his ear. ]
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with a sigh, he matches what therion gives him. it's not quite desperation, and it is wanting, in a sense, but more than anything it's coaxing. inviting. maybe a little needy, but that's the one he won't be admitting to himself. his fingers curl and dig into therion's hips, and he presses his tongue into therion's mouth and kisses him deep, a little clumsy and unpracticed, but solid. and then - he slows them down. just a bit. he bites at therion's bottom lip, and hums low, arching.
it's no less passionate or intense, it's just a more languid pace. a little reassurance. he's here. he's not going anywhere, therion doesn't have to take it and run, he doesn't have to get the most out of something that won't last. jiaoqiu will kiss him for as long as he wants to, and he can keep coming back for more.
one hand drags up therion's side and settles in his hair, stroking it back. gentle, gentle. but not reluctant, not anything but all-in, dragging therion close and holding him there. ]
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slower. more. each brush of his tongue in his mouth a savored sensation as opposed to an inhaled meal. he makes no noise or anything like it, but his fingers curl and clutch at the bedsheets near jiaoqiu's head, twine in the longer locks of his hair and tug, but it's not as hard as usual, more like touching just to touch. he lets him mess with his hair if he wants to, feeling the flutter of anticipation and nerves and everything else when it gets near his fringe, but he's already seen it, it's - safe. it's safety.
he shifts where he's settled - hips upwards and then rolling down, slower to match the gesture of their mouths together, lingering a second longer in his life, between the cradle of his legs. maybe they don't even have to sleep together. maybe they will. maybe not. it doesn't even matter. and that's wild, too. nothing transactional about it, even if he'll cling onto that feeling a little longer to make an attempt at pretending there's distance where there's absolutely none.
there's danger in safety and complacency, and he knows that better than anyone, but he wants safety like any person would. ]
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maybe they'll make it something more, and maybe he won't. maybe he'll roll therion over on his back and settle in his lap, make sure his shoulder doesn't get strained. when therion rocks against him as is, he lets out a heated sigh into therion's mouth, the hand still on his hip gliding up to rest on the small of his back, like he's encouraging it. still clothed, jiaoqiu can't feel the warmth of therion's skin against his own, but he's already thinking about it absently, about how good it might feel to be pressed together face to face for once. his fingers dip under the waistband of therion's pants, just sneaking touches, dragging his fingers absently over where a tail would be, if therion had one. a little like he's thinking about it.
there's no hiding his interest, but the thing is - again, realizing it like therion - they don't have to. it doesn't have to be a whole production, it doesn't have to be anything but this. it's safe. it's easy, to know that if they got tired they could just stop. jiaoqiu is content to kiss therion like this, to even get off this way, to rock his hips up slow and lazy and grinding, wind them both up and wind them down. he kind of likes the thought of that, even if it'd be a mess.
and after a moment, even though he's reluctant to break the kiss, he murmurs: ]
More?
[ because he'd be okay to stop, too. he likes to ask. he likes therion to know that he has the choice, that either way jiaoqiu's bed is still open to him. ]
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from this angle, he can really feel all of jiaoqiu in a way they don't usually get up to. the closest might be draping over his back when things get really intense, but even then, it doesn't really compare. this feels a thousand times more intimate than that. keenly aware as always, it feels like his senses are heightened even further - the way his fingertips dip against his skin leaves heat behind, the half anticipation of a claw. he's considering doing the same, and starts to push his weight to his injured arm so he can free up his left, about to push up jiaoqiu's shirt and get it out of the way.
he catches jiaoqiu's lip between his teeth when he breaks the kiss, so the word's caught between their mouths. it's enough that his eye flutters open and he pulls back a little, pausing hip to hip, one sneaky, clever hand already halfway up jiaoqiu's shirt without disturbing a thing, without even touching him yet. ]
Mn. [ an agreeing noise. he always wants more, that's sort of how this goes. there's a beat of silence - he regards jiaoqiu from under his fringe, eyes just a little dark. ] Any ideas?
[ drawled low and a little rumbly against his mouth this time - he flattens his hand across jiaoqiu's stomach, a touch of skin to skin out of nowhere, and skates it up his chest. sure, he can take some suggestions. the whole thing feels a little raw, still, and if he runs his palm over his chest and tweaks while jiaoqiu is running his mouth (as if therion was not the one who asked him to run his mouth), well, it helps him have a little control over the situation. ]
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but he's quickly diverted, thankfully. the warmth of therion's hand sliding up under his shirt gets him to sigh, and almost growl, the way he does when he's really starting to get into it. a rumble of a noise, the animalistic part of him crawling up. his ear flicks, and he meets that heady gaze with a look that's just on the edge of belligerent. just a little. it's something therion has probably learned over time - in the thick of it, jiaoqiu is bossy. until it gets knocked out of him, anyway. ]
Let me out of my clothes. Like this.
[ he says, as he grinds his hips up against therion's, as he arches up into therion's grabby hands. granted, like, if therion feels like going through the effort of fingering him to get him ready, jiaoqiu will not say no, he just knows that it's a lot of work. as long as he gets to be skin to skin, face to face, he does not care how it pans out. he repays that tweak with another little bite to therion's bottom lip, gold eyes warm, pupils large. a beat. ]
On your back. I will not have you opening your wounds.
[ huffy, a touch imperious, like he's not half hard and squirming under therion. ]
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God, you're bossy.
[ he sounds more amused than anything else after he says it, and takes the second to take in the look on his face. he likes it when jiaoqiu gets belligerent, mostly because therion is no better, and that belligerence is what got him here in the first place. so stubborn to heal him that therion really couldn't say no, and now, here they are, months and months later.
removing his hand, he pushes himself up on his injured arm easily and leans back a little, though it's just enough to rest his arms on jiaoqiu's legs and regard him, like he's on a fine perch. therion has an easy sort of swagger around him when he's not dealing with the concept of human gentleness, and its on full display here. he knows he's at least decently good looking, he knows that jiaoqiu is into him, and this is easy to lean into. from this view, his mouth is kissed red, cheeks lightly flushed, white hair even more of a mess than usual. ]
On my back, huh. [ sarcastically, almost a fake pout: ] Don't tell me you're not going to say please?
[ really just evidence of him being shitty even if this is admittedly full of feelings. even if he is kind of into it, and even if he's also half hard in his too tight jeans and still pressed close together with jiaoqiu, enough that twitching his hips gets a little burn of friction between them. ]
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underneath him, jiaoqiu's tail wriggles, swishing against the bedspread in a vaguely disgruntled way. not seriously, but in that cat with its stomach exposed, waiting to bite sort of way. he's unfortunately very attracted to the swagger, watching therion be a brat. ]
Would a please even do anything? [ he asks, with a huff. a beat. and then he does not give therion time to answer. instead, he uses his legs to sweep therion over onto his back - carefully, avoiding throwing him down on his bad shoulder. and then he rolls over to sit in therion's lap, which is probably funny considering he's much taller. he looks very pleased with himself, easing back to make sure his ass is pressed right up against therion's groin. congratulations. ]
As I said. [ jiaoqiu hums, curling his fingers under his shirt and pulling it up, off, throwing it to the side. ] I will not have you undo my hard work.
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it serves therion right because hubris might as well be his last name - while he's being a little shit, he gets his legs swept out from underneath him. his facial expression is almost comically startled when they get rolled over, and truly if he were the one who was a furry, he'd be puffed up at every angle like a startled cat.
the expression fades after a second, replaced with a flat, unamused look, even if he is clearly just posturing and not actually upset about this at all. jiaoqiu does have a nice ass. he has looked at it plenty of times. he is not complaining about the way he fits in his lap even a little, and he bumps his hips up when he's taking off his shirt to continue to be a brat and jostle him, and in the meantime grind a little against him while he's at it. ]
Done worse with less. [ he mutters, but again, it's just perfunctory. he looks up at jiaoqiu - not unusual, and he settles back a little in the pillows to actually look him over and take in the sight. he really is pretty. not that that's the kind of thing therion thinks about often, but it's hard to miss. ]
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jiaoqiu laughs a little when he catches the puffy cat reaction, ear flicking. he's so, so pleased with himself, it's obnoxious. when therion bumps him a bit, he startles - but the second he's got his shirt off and on the floor, he rests his hands on therion's chest, bracing himself up. ]
Wrong answer. [ he informs him, wrinkling his nose. a beat, as he meets that grind lazily, his tail whapping back and forth and hitting the inside of therion's legs. his head tilts back a bit, eyes closing briefly as he takes in the sensation, and then, with a sigh: ]
Mm... I should have taken your pants off before sitting.
[ because now he doesn't want to get off therion... ]
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Best laid plans of foxes and men, huh?
[ lol lmao. however, that joke aside. ] Hold still.
[ and then fairly unceremoniously, he adjusts his weight on his better arm and then almost effortlessly arches his back and hips up and off the bed, foxian included, steps on the edge of his jeans with one foot, and with some frankly impressive flexibility and maneuvering, wiggles free of them without dislodging jiaoqiu much at all.
thief skills!! ]
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a beat, and jiaoqiu huffs: ] You are the worst show-off I've met in my long years.
[ like, obviously he's not annoyed at all considering he's wildly attracted to what just happened, but he has to play it up or his dignity!! he cannot get his own pants off as easily, but he tries, shuffling a bit so that he can kick his own off, and it's not nearly as graceful and kind of stupid.
but he manages still to stay mostly pressed up against therion, and once they're just both down to their underwear, jiaoqiu sighs and leans down over him, bracing himself up with one hand on the bed. the other hand drags up therion's chest, and then rests on the side of his face so that he can pull him into another kiss. it's mostly to shut him up, because he knows therion is going to make fun of him for not being very lithe, but it's also a little because he's greedy.
so he kisses him. and as he does, he grinds down against therion, and the thin fabrics being the only thing that separates the two of them from being skin to skin makes him let out a shivery sound into therion's mouth. maybe he's not very graceful, but jiaoqiu is liquid enough to curl over therion, hips to hips, stomach to stomach. he likes that much more than he thought, being able to feel the little twitches and jumps, feeling therion breathe, hearing it get just a touch more uneven. ]
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[ lol! lmao! lol! of course he is smug and amused about this. he did not really consider it to be attractive until afterwards, because being flexible and dextrous is just a necessity in his daily life? but jiaoqiu's reaction strokes his ego, so he's smirking as he settles back again. and that certainly doesn't fade watching jiaoqiu awkwardly try and get his clothes off, either. he has approximately ten different comments he could make and every single one plays on his face, so jiaoqiu makes the very wise decision to kiss him before he can start saying any of them.
it gets a muffled chuckle out of therion, pressed to his mouth. while not a necessarily completely unusual sound, it is in an unusual circumstance, and it adds a little to the kiss itself. his mouth is still tingling, like capsaicin from the chili laced meals he eats as he carves his space out in jiaoqiu's life, and it feels good to kiss someone, to slide his tongue back into his mouth and eat.
never one to be passive, his hands come to rest on jiaoqiu's hips, smoothing around the curves. it's out of nowhere - sneaky hands, sneaky fingers - but they dig in just a little, following the motion of jiaoqiu's grind like a guide. despite his (as usual) shitty little attitude, jiaoqiu's not the only one feeling it, and the way their bodies grind together is enough that he's fully hard too, rolling up to meet him and chase the friction. there's something clumsy about all of it, something genuine - the surprise of how good it is to be this close, to be caged in and not hate it, to feel wrapped up but not trapped, does get his breath to stutter, get him to plant his feet down into the covers and roll up with a little more force. ]
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therion guides them together, and jiaoqiu has gotten better at not immediately coming in his pants like a teenager, with how frequently they roll around together, but. still, even with practice, it's hard to ignore how much he likes this, and the friction has him panting slightly into therion's mouth. he rolls his hips down, revels in the feeling of therion just as hard under him, rubbing against the crease of his thigh and then up further, against his stomach in an unstructured, needy sort of way. there's that part of him that thinks he'd like therion's fingers inside him, but this, just rocking together, his kisses getting messier the more worked up he gets - he likes this. and he definitely is a fan of keeping therion's mouth busy, if only to stop him from smirking like a gremlin.
he'd started slow, to show therion that they have all the time in the world, but it's not hard to get jiaoqiu to pick up the pace. therion plants his feet down, and jiaoqiu shudders, losing his place in the kiss for a moment. therion can probably hear the little hitches to his breath, soft almost-but-not-quite moans that he's trying to muffle - which is going to be a losing battle in a second, because jiaoqiu brings his free hand down from therion's face to wedge between the two of them.
he shoves at their underwear fussily, trying to get the fabric off just enough to get them fully skin to skin, growling under his breath without really meaning to. ]
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which, they are good. it's a little more like their normal, the sudden onset of the rush for desire. the faster that jiaoqiu moves, the faster that therion arches up to meet him, letting the wilder pace run like electricity through his veins - his hands flex, half absently stroking after his hips, then grabbing the base of his tail and tugging at it, then skittering free and snaking under his waistband as he starts to fuss. therion has small hands, knobby fingers, but he spreads them wide and pushes the fabric down around the curve of his ass and down his thighs, likely hobbling but at the moment, not too bothered to worry about it. not when jiaoqiu's making all those nice little noises, and definitely not when his hand comes down between them.
sheer instinct has him buck his hips upwards and into the palm of jiaoqiu's hand - seeking that pressure and letting out a harsh, shaky breath into his mouth when he finds what he's looking for. he arches, bucking up underneath him to try and help him, letting jiaoqiu be the one to get the thin fabric of his underwear out of the way, and kicks them off to the side to be rediscovered later. thin muscle and warm skin, he squeezes his thighs around jiaoqiu and drags him back down again, rutting into him like a messy teenager as opposed to grown ass adult.
he could break apart from the kiss - if you could still call it that - could ask him what he wants, but frankly, the vibration of him growling into his mouth hits all the right thrill-seeker synapses, and he bites his lower lip and kisses him again. like a dying man in the desert, once you've been given something you need, it's hard to pull away. ]
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but - he gets a little lost in it. when therion pulls at the base of his tail, he actually growls, a gritty and deep rumbling sound that, by now, therion can intuit is very close to a moan. he's trying to be gentle, or at least, more gentle than normal, but his instincts are fighting him. all he wants is to stake a claim, which is dangerous. but therion has stayed two nights in a row, and he came back, and jiaoqiu wants to dig his claws in, wants to take a little for himself, and it's been so long since he's wanted that he chases that sensation like a starving man. he can never get enough of this, feeding an empty void with pain and pleasure mixed all together into one.
off the fabric goes, and then it's just them, skin to skin. jiaoqiu grinds them together in short, shaky motions, a little frustrated at not quite being able to get a consistent angle. it's therion arching his hips into it that drives him crazy, and without really thinking he drags his hand down therion's stomach and lower still, and takes both of them in hand, his fingers just long enough to be able to clumsily wrap around their lengths and start to stroke. that's not quite enough either, he thinks, but the heat of them pressed together in his palm and therion's teeth against his bottom lip are making his whole body tighten up, making his head spin. he's not even sure what he wants, other than to just be close, to feast - though his arousal-addled mind does contemplate what it might be like to be inside therion, if he'd even allow it.
the kiss is sort of more just absently, messily licking into therion's mouth in an attempt to stay connected at this point, his concentration shot. ]
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but, they're on the same wavelength - it's not quite enough. whether it's different or not, it's still just as easy to fall to what's fulfilling, what never gets boring. to what initially kept him coming back. at its core, the bare bones of it all remain the same. panting against his mouth, therion's other hand curls and he strokes his quick fingers between his cheeks on the rockback from a thrust, touching just for the sake of touching, taking, something. they need - things, to get that far, and he's not really feeling very patient. ]
Jiaoqiu. [ the name's like a growl, not a warning or a moan but a wordless sort of ask. a tell me what you want, maybe, or i'll take. his hips snap up against his, cock twitching with the motion against the tightness of his grip and the warmth of his palm. ]
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he refuses to pay extra attention to his own, because just listening to therion curse against his ear is going to set him off. because therion has his fingers in places that jiaoqiu wants them probing further, and he just - groans, in response to his name. he hears the ask. he has to pull his thoughts together for this. ]
There's oil. In the drawer. [ he suggests, his pace faltering. he's not feeling patient either, but he can be enough if it means therion pulls his tail again. ]
You can take. [ he murmurs, against therion's mouth. a reminder, like the one he gave earlier - he can have whatever he wants, and jiaoqiu will give it to him. ]
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Usually do. [ haha get it. it's because he usually tops. anyway he cannot resist the urge to make a shitty snarky comment and so he pulls back, there's a glitter of amused delight in his visible eye, something lively and bright. therion keeps the hand in his tail for now - benefit of being ambidextrous, really, and pulls it again as he reaches blindly for the bedside table, finding the drawer and tugging it open, feeling around until his fingers curl around a familiar bottle, then shoving it shut with the heel of his hand. it's louder than usual, less worried about being an unobtrusive presence in someone's life.
it comes with a thrill of excitement and anticipation, of many similar (if wildly) different nights, bent over his back or barely making it to the actual bed surface. therion leans back against the pillows. he's flushed cheeked and kissed bruised, his already wild hair a total mess, scattered enough that his scar's visible. he doesn't even realize it: how nice it is not to care. with his prize properly retrieved and jiaoqiu's hand still wrapped around him, he pops the top off the bottle with his teeth, and then and only then frees his hand from his tail, finally, taking the very brief second to catch his breath as he coats his fingers.
whether they even fuck or not, it doesn't really matter - awkward angle or not, he's confident enough he could probably get jiaoqiu off with just his fingers. wouldn't be the first time. ]
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Look forward to when I take you instead. [ he murmurs, a touch playful. maybe a little serious.
but for now, there's another little rumble when therion absently pulls his tail - he shifts, as therion reaches for the drawer, getting into a better position. he scoots up, settles higher so that therion doesn't have to stretch to reach. curls against therion's uninjured side, and throws his leg over therion's thigh, half straddling it, tail lifting out of the way. and most importantly, he keeps his fingers wrapped around therion's cock, stroking gently, slower. touching himself falls by the wayside for now, because he knows how good therion is with his hands. he might not need to be touched.
it's still a little awkward, but it's better. and this way, jiaoqiu can still kiss him if he wants, can tuck his head against therion's shoulder and ear if he gets overwhelmed. ]
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... well. he doesn't really have the time to think about it. somewhere, instinctually, maybe he knows the answer - that if it's jiaoqiu, he might be willing. and isn't that kind of terrifying? too close to the precipice, when therion plasters himself to walls to stay away from cliffs. so he doesn't focus on it, right now, because he can't, not with jiaoqiu's hand still around his length, friction smoothed from where the more desperate frotting got him leaking, before, not when he's got jiaoqiu draping over him and practically presenting for his hands. so. he lets him fit how he likes, and drops his arms to rest over his hips, almost an embrace in his reach to get his hands in the right place. his left comes to curl through his tail, pulling fluff and winding it around his dextrous fingers, then clutching on tighter to pull his hips up a little further. the right, just as clever, just as quick, skates two wet fingertips around his entrance and slides one in to the knuckle, moving at a similar pace to jiaoqiu's hand currently on him. he's tight - it's been a little while - but who better to find a way in?
it's a syrupy warm kind of sensation, something warm and slow as opposed to quick and dirty, and he exhales out easily, tilting his head back to take in the sights, for now. ]
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a punched-out little ah escapes him as therion eases up against his entrance - he's not quite relaxed, and therion pressing his finger inside him is just a touch uncomfortable. that does not bother him in the least, however. the discomfort adds something to it, and after a moment, he exhales shakily and rolls his shoulders. loosens up, and presses his nose against therion's jaw, breathing him in. carefully, he arches back - presses into the fingers, not bothering to go slow. he likes the stretch, the ache of it. it goes so nicely with how bites and scratches feel, how often he's bleeding a little in some way after they fuck.
his focus is a little fuzzy, considering, but he can feel how wet therion is between his fingers, and he wants more. so, as therion finds a rhythm, jiaoqiu picks up his strokes again, taking the base of therion's length and gently squeezing as he glides his hand up to the tip. his palm is warm and firm as he works up and down, almost teasing, encouraging therion to rock his hips up into it. it's less frantic, which he's finding he likes just as much. he can see therion's face, he can see how therion doesn't really care about hiding his eye anymore, how his hair is a mess and how flushed he is. intoxicating. sweet.
and when therion tilts his head back to look, he'll see jiaoqiu watching him, pupils blown wide and mouth open in a soft pant. absently, he grinds his hips against therion's thigh, but not with any specific intent other than it feels good to do, instinct. ]
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similarly, he knows he prefers to be fucked open at the same capacity - he doesn't bother holding back. (only, he does, a little. enough that he knows it won't be too much. despite having every instinct to bite like the little wolf he is, when he felt the toxin before, his fear made him want to leave not because he was afraid of being the prey, but he was afraid of being the predator.) when jiaoqiu breathes out, he adds a second with no warning, stretching the limits as he flicks his wrist, pulling out and delving back in. he is so tight around his fingers, so wet and warm, and it brings back unbidden memories of sinking into him dozens of times over, of how that exact pressure feels around cock, let alone his fingertips. the sense memory gets his hips to judder.
which, that feels good, too. jiaoqiu's grip is just right, and it sends jitters of pleasure down his thighs, as he rocks into his hand. they make eye contact, and the sight of jiaoqiu's golden eyes and dark pupils gets a twist of heat in his gut, and there's just the hint of a smirk on his face, too, knowing he's being watched. he shifts his position, spreading one leg out a little wider, while the leg underneath jiaoqiu comes up, likely bumping him a little upwards as he presses the muscle of his thigh up against him and grinds in time with his, more purposeful, rewarding that instinct with something good to chase. ]
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he likes being used, but not thrown to the side. he likes therion not bothering to ask if he's ready for more, and when that second finger presses inside him he groans, almost whines a little. the hand not wrapped around therion is trapped, pinned under him where he's braced up against therion, but he's aching to scratch, just to show therion how good he feels. instead, when therion hikes his hip, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into therion's shoulder to stop himself from letting out the tiny helpless noises he wants to make.
the noises get muffled, but his breathing shakes, unsteady as those fingers rock in and out of him. his tail keeps flicking every so often, and he's unable to stop it, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness - said tail quivers every time that therion presses deep, as jiaoqiu tightens around him. his own cock leaks against therion's thigh, making a mess as he squirms. it's hard to decide which direction to press - into the grind, or back up into his fingers. doesn't stop him from spreading his legs, either way.
it's at this point that his hand on therion falters a bit, distracted by running his tongue over the fang marks he left behind. they're in the same headspace - just like therion thinks about sinking into him, jiaoqiu thinks about the weight of therion pressed to the hilt, thinks about being pushed face first into the bed and taken, and it draws a shivery moan from him. ]
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in fact, he hisses out a breath, a telltale sign he's pleased with it, and turns his head to the side to press the temple of his own to the top of jiaoqiu's, both so he can see him a little better and almost like affirmation. he likes the tongue laving back over it. he likes that jiaoqiu's moaning in his ear instead of into the pillows - even though that's nice in its own right sometimes, too - and he likes the way he can feel every single reaction of his body. he's finding for once he's not minding being trapped.
when his legs spread further, it makes the angle a little easier on therion, too. he pulls his tail again - approving, fisting his fingers in the pink strands, feeling it twitch and quiver in his palm - and twists his wrist. it's, in a distantly funny way, not unlike picking a lock? being able to work unseen. at a better angle, he pulls his tail again, and crooks his fingers, curling them inside of him as he thrusts deep, just to see if he can coax him into reacting further.
the falter of his hand doesn't bother him any, either. instead, he just keeps canting his hips up into it, slow and easy, keeps grinding his thigh against jiaoqiu's bare skin, feeling the wetness and the heat of his cock and grinding up into it, easing the slide. encouraging jiaoqiu to use him as he likes, the feeling very much mutual. they could fuck, they could not, but he's very interested in seeing about getting him off with just his fingers. ]
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the angle changes, and it means that therion's fingers press just the right way to brush against something inside jiaoqiu - he stiffens immediately with a cut-off gasp. almost hastily, he lets go of therion's cock to grab at his hip instead, digging his claws in there so that he doesn't accidentally break skin in a very sensitive place. the combination of the fist yanking at his tail and the curl of therion's fingers against that spot make him see stars - a burst of heat roils up low in his abdomen and makes him shake with it. makes him arch his back, makes his tail lash a little where it's being held in therion's clenched fingers. every time therion's fingers brush the base of his tail, he shudders like he'll fall apart.
it's such a far cry from months ago, when he didn't even like when therion touched his ears. trust goes both ways.
and jiaoqiu is not much of a talker during sex, honestly; he doesn't even really like making noise (not that it stops him). but now, rocking roughly back against the fingers inside him, he growls something that sounds like there, again. bossy.
the telltale signs are clear - he's a touch more animalistic, his breaths coming out as rough, gritty growls muffled against skin, his ears pinned back and twitching. he's a little lost in the pleasure of it, rutting against him, making a slick, sticky mess of therion's stomach and thigh with short, urgent jerks. rocking roughly back against his fingers, dragging his mouth up to suck hickeys possessively against therion's jaw and neck.
he's forgotten that he was jerking therion off, but he has other plans for that, he just - can't get enough of this. it's so much better this way, even. not quite face to face, but chest to chest, where he can hear therion's heartbeat and gasp needy noises against his ear. ]
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