[ 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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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. ]