he's not actually hurt so therion feels no remorse for feeling this way at all. he grumpily goes to put the leftovers in the fridge, looks at the little knife box, and then huffs and goes to drop onto the bed and actually settle in, taking a couple minutes to get his composure back. he's grumbly but mostly fine by the time jiaoqiu returns - messing around on his burner phone, laying on his back on the bed.
he looks over at jiaoqiu when he sits down with his brush. that tail of his is going to take up half of this bed... and still, he scoots over to make a little room. ] Primrose'll have my head if you fill this place with your hairballs.
Luckily for Miss Primrose, I don't groom myself like a cat.
[ he says swiftly, ear flicking. he sinks down onto the bed when therion makes room, pulling his tail into his lap. there's a moment where it looks like he might just start brushing it himself, and then he glances at therion, laying back with his phone.
a beat. and then he flips the hairbrush and offers the handle to therion. would you like to brush it? he doesn't have to, but... it is definitely something jiaoqiu has never offered him before. ]
[ more like lucky for him because that would be fucking weird. he makes a face, thinking about it - and then the brush is in his peripheral. therion looks at it for a second, and then sighs, as if put upon, and rolls up to sitting, gathering up his stupid fluff and dropping it in his lap and taking the brush. ]
You're about as spoiled as one. [ a housecat, that is. grumbling once again, he looks at his tail and... after a second, because he's not sure exactly where to even start, he brings the brush down and strokes it through his tail. it's not hesitant, necessarily, but it's gentler than you might expect. this is more grooming than he's ever done on his own body in his entire life actually ]
[ he says, amused, settling on the bed. actually he'll just lay down on his stomach because it's easier that way, and because he can, despite him protesting being called a cat, lounge like one while therion brushes. he stretches out, and sighs at the relief it puts on all his various aches and pains.
the first brush gets him to hum - the brush snags just a little bit, because there are tangles in his fur. he hasn't really gotten to brush it super well for a week because he's been healing. it's fine, though. he doesn't mind a little pain, obviously. he's very well behaved, settling his tail in therion's lap and resting his head on his folded arms, peering behind him over his shoulder. ]
he does not do this, of course. instead, he just pays attention to what he's doing - feeling the pull of the brush through the more tangled parts of his tail, trying not to yank but pulling a little bit to unsnarl some of those knots. it's messier than he really expected, but it makes sense.
looking at him, jiaoqiu can see therion's usual, neutral expression, but he is focused on what he's doing. finding a particularly tangly bit, he moves the brush aside and combs his fingers through it, instead, dexterously undoing the knot, and then carrying on with what he was doing. it's like... weirdly soothing to do this? it's repetitive, and there's sort of a lull to it, a rhythm. his lap is warm with his tail flopped over it, and he's tired, too - it's nice to just... unwind, like this. slowly, some of the tension in his shoulders starts to bleed out, too.
and he's realizing, sort of belatedly, that... it was a good day? today was a good day. huh. ]
[ the longer that therion does this, the sleepier jiaoqiu gets. or, rather, he just gets relaxed, his gold eyes slits as he watches. he finds that he's really enjoying therion doing this for him, actually - he likes the fingers in his fur, he likes the care and concentration that therion puts into it, and he likes that therion is slowly loosening up as well. the quiet is welcome, and it makes the room feel soft, safe, the chatter of people downstairs and in the streets just distant enough to be a low drone. like white noise. they're fed, and warm, and in a place where nobody is going to try to hurt them.
(there's a stupid part of him that says and you got to hold his hand for a while, which he dismisses on the grounds of he's not a twelve year old and doesn't need to get excited about that.)
it was a good day. huh.
jiaoqiu shifts an arm out from under his head so he can rest a hand on therion's leg. he just wants to be touching. ]
[ the grunt of acknowledgement once again from therion "wordsmith" therionson, but that's normal. it is like, weirdly soothing to continue brushing it over, the repetitive, easy strokes and the untangling of knots. he lets his thoughts drift, reflective - running the brush through the tip of his tail, it's a reminder of the scarf still curled around his neck, the little gift and the interaction that came from it. he mulls that over, too. the quiet kindnesses of others are something he rarely got to experience, and the way that jiaoqiu has delivered his - with bite and snark, sometimes, just how he likes it - made the eventual acceptance of them easier. to say his trust has been hard earned is an understatement.
eventually, as he brushes through another section, he feels that hand on his leg and lets it stay there. for once, he's not really very tense, and from that angle, jiaoqiu can see his lips twitch into an amused little smirk. almost a smile. ]
I can't say that I'm surprised. Usually gets a different reaction.
[ he laughs, his tail coming up to wave in therion's face briefly. it's the only time he'll misbehave, okay, he's gotta. it settles back down into therion's lap after. ]
I've discovered gentle can be nice when I can feel it. [ like now. he still likes it rough, he still likes to be bitten and scratched and yanked, but he thinks that it's less necessary, now. he's not numb all over. he can feel therion's fingers running through his fur, and he can taste foods that aren't the hottest peppers he can find. it's new. wonderful, but new.
he stretches a bit. ]
That doesn't mean stop being rough in the future, however.
[ just so therion knows. and then: ]
Hmmm... maybe you're doing this even better than I can. Maybe I'll put you in charge of brushing from now on.
[ the tail in his face gets a reaction, first - a "pffthtt" noise because he is EATING FUR, and he smacks it out of the way, as one might do with a particularly naughty cat. and, as jiaoqiu continues, therion tugs his tail where he's got his hand in it in response to that, because: ] Oi. Don't foist your haircare routine off on me.
[ listen he understands that you are enjoying this but also? no? even if it's enjoyable. take care of yourself!!! he has to put up a fuss about it because he's therion. he also does not stop brushing him, bearing down a little on his tail to reach a particularly messy spot on the underside. ]
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[ he startles slightly when therion pulls his tail, but it's not a bad startle. in fact, as therion bears down a bit on him he wriggles. obediently lets therion have his tail, but also, full body squirms.
he grins over his shoulder at therion. ]
Why should I when you do such a good job?
[ ignore his voice being slightly, slightly breathless. ]
[ ohhh. see in response to that grin - really, more in response to that little bit of breathlessness - a very slow smirk spreads over therion's face, and he just oozes smug. ]
Yeah? A good job at what?
[ and then snarls his hand a little tighter in the spot and really pulls. ]
You are not. [ he squirms again when therion tugs, though - and exhales a little shivery sigh. ] Keep doing that and I'm going to make you responsible.
[ with a low note of amusement in his voice - ] You could not make me responsible if you tried.
[ yeah unfortunately he is still just exuding all of his usual cocky confidence, because now he's been spurred onto mischief. that, and he's not complaining about the nails in his jeans, so he just bends down to get a closer look at his expression and releases his grip like he's going to stop, then just wriggles his hand a little lower to get a better handful at the base of it and tug. this was a fun discovery the first time, and it has yet to stop being a fun discovery? he's always liked pulling reactions out of jiaoqiu. pushing his buttons. knocking his composure right off of his foxy face. ]
[ okay, well, fair enough to that first bit, he cannot domesticate
but jiaoqiu is distracted, as therion might expect. the better grip actually gets another noise out of him, this time something a little higher pitched, which he immediately buries his face in his arm again, ears standing up straight. his grip on therion's leg tightens instinctively.
a beat. ]
No. [ muffled, grumpy. he doesn't want him to stop!! to his annoyance!! he's a little embarrassed, but only because therion is so wehehe about it. ]
[ kinda cute. the sulking and grumpy reaction... he does find this kind of endearing because he's a bully. but he likes the feeling of him gripping onto his leg so tightly like that, too, and watches his ears prick up with muted interest. maybe he could get him off just with this? food for thought. he did say he was cleared for 'other activities' and therion is not nearly nice enough to second guess that particular prescription.
another little tug - this time not quite as hard, and he absently scritches his nails against where it meets his back. scritchy. mean, probably. ]
[ it's probably not impossible - if not getting off, he'd probably be able to get close.
this time it's not as hard, and it means that all the little pleasure centers in his brain don't rattle like maracas. instead, it's more subtle, and he sighs, arching slightly up into the scritching. it's a little mean but he's into it, shifting his hips absently. ]
If you're going to do that, I'd like both of us to be without pants. [ he says, glancing over his shoulder finally. his eyes are slits, gold and warm and interested. he'll just say it. he's a bit more shameless when they're alone. ]
[ pfft. the smirk's still there, but he looks a little more amused when they lock eyes - therion's visible one is a little darker in interest, a clouded jade. it's in response to jiaoqiu's, honestly, because he can feel the heat off of that look alone. this was sort of how all of this started, or, at least what kept it from becoming a one off - a mutual banter, a mutual interest. ]
Planning on just laying there? [ teasing because he simply cannot resist doing so, ever. he gives another, harder tug this time, and then uses that same hand to push jiaoqiu's hips down into the bed and encouraging that shifting motion. don't tell him to get up and then push him down. mean. bully. ]
[ it's a good thing they figured it out, considering the first time therion had to outright tell him what they were doing before they did it.
when therion teases him, yanking and then pressing him down, a little growl escapes - a rumble of a noise, low in his chest. his leg sucks, but he ignores the twinge as he rolls over and climbs into therion's lap. he straddles him, sits firmly in said lap, and leans forward to bite therion's jaw as punishment, his hands dragging up to curl into therion's hoodie. he's more careful with his claws here, but it is a little bit of a possessive move, with the way he makes sure they're pressed together in all sorts of interesting ways. ]
Do I ever?
[ he asks, tail swishing behind him. even when he's face down in the mattress he's a squirmy thing. he's even worse when he's able to get his hands on therion. ]
[ no, no - jiaoqiu definitely does not ever just lay there. after all, he'd insisted on paying therion back when he intended just to skitter out of the window and be done with it all, and thus, a long history of fooling around began. that feels like decades ago, at this point, with all that they've been through.
he's more or less expecting it when he rolls over, and looses his fingers from where he's holding almost invisibly so he's able to get up comfortably, and the shift of a warm body suddenly on his is very much welcome. jiaoqiu's much taller than therion, but this is familiar, and he tips his chin up without any fuss, grinning a little to himself when he feels teeth at the edge of his jaw, underneath his long bang. jiaoqiu's the only person allowed into that intimate space, the only person allowed this close to him as a whole. the outside of his thighs press to the inside of jiaoqiu's, his hands curled in his sweatshirt, the feeling of his words spoken against his skin, it's all very intimate, and loosely, he hooks his arm back around his hips, curling the fluff of his tail absently around his fingers. this is better, yes. ]
[ it does feel like decades ago - but it's sort of nice. so much has changed since therion fell into his life.
he eases where he's sitting with a sigh, letting therion get his fingers back into his fur. his tail behaves, but jiaoqiu does not. he leaves marks, sucks little hickeys and lovebites against therion's neck and throat, carefully avoiding any still healing injuries. again - a bit possessive, even if he doesn't quite mean to. he's feeling it, something at the back of his mind compelling him to stake a claim, almost. he wants to be here. he wants people like primrose or the merchants on the street or whatever to see therion and know he's off limits.
it sounds a little insane that way, when he actually lets himself think about it. so he never puts it into words. he just enjoys the closeness of it, the fact that therion just lets him in - and instead, he grins a bit, rocking his hips absently against therion's. ]
Hmph. That's up to you. [ he jokes, ear flicking. ] You'd make an old fox stay on his knees?
Don't usually catch you - [ there's a brief huff of air in the midst of his sentence, as jiaoqiu starts to suck down on a sensitive spot on his throat, underneath that pretty scarf, and he tips his chin up further to let jiaoqiu in. close to the carotid, where the skin's thinner, where it could be dangerous, enough to send up a thrill but with the solid knowledge that it's not. trust, lightly built, formed more solidly over time.
he exhales out as he finishes with it, the last word lower, a rumble. ] - complaining.
[ about being on his knees, at least. it conjures up many a memory of similar, jiaoqiu bent over on the sheets, a mess of flushed skin and scattered pink hair, and that combined with the sense memory of him on his lap has him briefly lick his lips.
therion combs his fingers through his tail and winds it between his fingertips, twisting his wrist to pull when he rocks his hips, and then loosening it so he can roll forward. his other hand sneaks between them, seeking out jiaoqiu's belt - pants off seems like a very good idea, though he's doing this as sneakily as possible. ]
[ there's a little flash of heat that curls up low when therion pauses like that, when he tilts his head to let jiaoqiu press his teeth to his neck. it's kind of funny that the trust is what works him up the most. the idea that he wouldn't let anybody else do this, that he wouldn't expose his throat to just anybody. he leaves a bite against that patch of skin, and then runs his tongue over it, soothing.
he's also thinking about all of the times therion's gotten him on his knees. the amazing thing is it doesn't have to be a fantasy - if he wants, he can have therion grinding him down into the mattress, he can have therion's clever hands wrapped around the base of his tail and tangled in his hair, he can have therion bent over him, skin to skin, breath hot against the back of his neck. jiaoqiu shivers, and slides his hands down, and then under therion's clothes, hands a little cold but warming quickly where they rest against therion's stomach and chest. ]
You certainly never complain either. Well. About that, in any case.
[ pulls his metaphorical pigtails,
his imagination is active enough that he's feeling that heady, shivery thrill of want starting to build - and it means he's distracted enough that therion is going to get to be sneaky enough to remove his belt without him noticing. ]
[ therion lolls his head back a little to look at him properly from under his bangs, cheeks a little red, the visible part of his neck bruised up and bitten, though in a much happier context. he presses up into the hands coming up his shirt - the temperature difference of his cold fingers against his warm skin is nice. he's not wearing a shirt under his hoodie, as per usual, and though the bandages wrapped around his chest are still present, his abdomen is bare. still a little too scrawny, still just lean muscle, but by now a familiar body, touched by familiar hands.
and as for the comment. rude? rude but not untrue, therion complains all the fucking time, though he gives his tail a sharper tug for it. who is the brat here, actually. (the answer is both of them.) ]
Ha ha. [ therion lifts his free hand, and wiggles the belt - it clinks. hehe. ] Who's complaining now?
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he's not actually hurt so therion feels no remorse for feeling this way at all. he grumpily goes to put the leftovers in the fridge, looks at the little knife box, and then huffs and goes to drop onto the bed and actually settle in, taking a couple minutes to get his composure back. he's grumbly but mostly fine by the time jiaoqiu returns - messing around on his burner phone, laying on his back on the bed.
he looks over at jiaoqiu when he sits down with his brush. that tail of his is going to take up half of this bed... and still, he scoots over to make a little room. ] Primrose'll have my head if you fill this place with your hairballs.
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[ he says swiftly, ear flicking. he sinks down onto the bed when therion makes room, pulling his tail into his lap. there's a moment where it looks like he might just start brushing it himself, and then he glances at therion, laying back with his phone.
a beat. and then he flips the hairbrush and offers the handle to therion. would you like to brush it? he doesn't have to, but... it is definitely something jiaoqiu has never offered him before. ]
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[ more like lucky for him because that would be fucking weird. he makes a face, thinking about it - and then the brush is in his peripheral. therion looks at it for a second, and then sighs, as if put upon, and rolls up to sitting, gathering up his stupid fluff and dropping it in his lap and taking the brush. ]
You're about as spoiled as one. [ a housecat, that is. grumbling once again, he looks at his tail and... after a second, because he's not sure exactly where to even start, he brings the brush down and strokes it through his tail. it's not hesitant, necessarily, but it's gentler than you might expect. this is more grooming than he's ever done on his own body in his entire life actually ]
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[ he says, amused, settling on the bed. actually he'll just lay down on his stomach because it's easier that way, and because he can, despite him protesting being called a cat, lounge like one while therion brushes. he stretches out, and sighs at the relief it puts on all his various aches and pains.
the first brush gets him to hum - the brush snags just a little bit, because there are tangles in his fur. he hasn't really gotten to brush it super well for a week because he's been healing. it's fine, though. he doesn't mind a little pain, obviously. he's very well behaved, settling his tail in therion's lap and resting his head on his folded arms, peering behind him over his shoulder. ]
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[ he will shove you off of this bed.
he does not do this, of course. instead, he just pays attention to what he's doing - feeling the pull of the brush through the more tangled parts of his tail, trying not to yank but pulling a little bit to unsnarl some of those knots. it's messier than he really expected, but it makes sense.
looking at him, jiaoqiu can see therion's usual, neutral expression, but he is focused on what he's doing. finding a particularly tangly bit, he moves the brush aside and combs his fingers through it, instead, dexterously undoing the knot, and then carrying on with what he was doing. it's like... weirdly soothing to do this? it's repetitive, and there's sort of a lull to it, a rhythm. his lap is warm with his tail flopped over it, and he's tired, too - it's nice to just... unwind, like this. slowly, some of the tension in his shoulders starts to bleed out, too.
and he's realizing, sort of belatedly, that... it was a good day? today was a good day. huh. ]
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(there's a stupid part of him that says and you got to hold his hand for a while, which he dismisses on the grounds of he's not a twelve year old and doesn't need to get excited about that.)
it was a good day. huh.
jiaoqiu shifts an arm out from under his head so he can rest a hand on therion's leg. he just wants to be touching. ]
That feels nice.
[ he murmurs. ]
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[ the grunt of acknowledgement once again from therion "wordsmith" therionson, but that's normal. it is like, weirdly soothing to continue brushing it over, the repetitive, easy strokes and the untangling of knots. he lets his thoughts drift, reflective - running the brush through the tip of his tail, it's a reminder of the scarf still curled around his neck, the little gift and the interaction that came from it. he mulls that over, too. the quiet kindnesses of others are something he rarely got to experience, and the way that jiaoqiu has delivered his - with bite and snark, sometimes, just how he likes it - made the eventual acceptance of them easier. to say his trust has been hard earned is an understatement.
eventually, as he brushes through another section, he feels that hand on his leg and lets it stay there. for once, he's not really very tense, and from that angle, jiaoqiu can see his lips twitch into an amused little smirk. almost a smile. ]
I can't say that I'm surprised. Usually gets a different reaction.
[ mister pull my tail when we bang ]
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I've discovered gentle can be nice when I can feel it. [ like now. he still likes it rough, he still likes to be bitten and scratched and yanked, but he thinks that it's less necessary, now. he's not numb all over. he can feel therion's fingers running through his fur, and he can taste foods that aren't the hottest peppers he can find. it's new. wonderful, but new.
he stretches a bit. ]
That doesn't mean stop being rough in the future, however.
[ just so therion knows. and then: ]
Hmmm... maybe you're doing this even better than I can. Maybe I'll put you in charge of brushing from now on.
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[ listen he understands that you are enjoying this but also? no? even if it's enjoyable. take care of yourself!!! he has to put up a fuss about it because he's therion. he also does not stop brushing him, bearing down a little on his tail to reach a particularly messy spot on the underside. ]
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he grins over his shoulder at therion. ]
Why should I when you do such a good job?
[ ignore his voice being slightly, slightly breathless. ]
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Yeah? A good job at what?
[ and then snarls his hand a little tighter in the spot and really pulls. ]
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At brushing. Of course. [ he says, after a moment. ] Don't be so smug. Brat.
[ there's no heat to this whatsoever, and he also has not moved, his tail shivering in therion's hand. ]
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Oops. [ as he pulls it again, setting the brush down. ] I'm soooo sorry.
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You are not. [ he squirms again when therion tugs, though - and exhales a little shivery sigh. ] Keep doing that and I'm going to make you responsible.
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[ yeah unfortunately he is still just exuding all of his usual cocky confidence, because now he's been spurred onto mischief. that, and he's not complaining about the nails in his jeans, so he just bends down to get a closer look at his expression and releases his grip like he's going to stop, then just wriggles his hand a little lower to get a better handful at the base of it and tug. this was a fun discovery the first time, and it has yet to stop being a fun discovery? he's always liked pulling reactions out of jiaoqiu. pushing his buttons. knocking his composure right off of his foxy face. ]
Did you want me to stop? [ lol. ]
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but jiaoqiu is distracted, as therion might expect. the better grip actually gets another noise out of him, this time something a little higher pitched, which he immediately buries his face in his arm again, ears standing up straight. his grip on therion's leg tightens instinctively.
a beat. ]
No. [ muffled, grumpy. he doesn't want him to stop!! to his annoyance!! he's a little embarrassed, but only because therion is so wehehe about it. ]
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[ kinda cute. the sulking and grumpy reaction... he does find this kind of endearing because he's a bully. but he likes the feeling of him gripping onto his leg so tightly like that, too, and watches his ears prick up with muted interest. maybe he could get him off just with this? food for thought. he did say he was cleared for 'other activities' and therion is not nearly nice enough to second guess that particular prescription.
another little tug - this time not quite as hard, and he absently scritches his nails against where it meets his back. scritchy. mean, probably. ]
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this time it's not as hard, and it means that all the little pleasure centers in his brain don't rattle like maracas. instead, it's more subtle, and he sighs, arching slightly up into the scritching. it's a little mean but he's into it, shifting his hips absently. ]
If you're going to do that, I'd like both of us to be without pants. [ he says, glancing over his shoulder finally. his eyes are slits, gold and warm and interested. he'll just say it. he's a bit more shameless when they're alone. ]
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Planning on just laying there? [ teasing because he simply cannot resist doing so, ever. he gives another, harder tug this time, and then uses that same hand to push jiaoqiu's hips down into the bed and encouraging that shifting motion. don't tell him to get up and then push him down. mean. bully. ]
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when therion teases him, yanking and then pressing him down, a little growl escapes - a rumble of a noise, low in his chest. his leg sucks, but he ignores the twinge as he rolls over and climbs into therion's lap. he straddles him, sits firmly in said lap, and leans forward to bite therion's jaw as punishment, his hands dragging up to curl into therion's hoodie. he's more careful with his claws here, but it is a little bit of a possessive move, with the way he makes sure they're pressed together in all sorts of interesting ways. ]
Do I ever?
[ he asks, tail swishing behind him. even when he's face down in the mattress he's a squirmy thing. he's even worse when he's able to get his hands on therion. ]
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[ no, no - jiaoqiu definitely does not ever just lay there. after all, he'd insisted on paying therion back when he intended just to skitter out of the window and be done with it all, and thus, a long history of fooling around began. that feels like decades ago, at this point, with all that they've been through.
he's more or less expecting it when he rolls over, and looses his fingers from where he's holding almost invisibly so he's able to get up comfortably, and the shift of a warm body suddenly on his is very much welcome. jiaoqiu's much taller than therion, but this is familiar, and he tips his chin up without any fuss, grinning a little to himself when he feels teeth at the edge of his jaw, underneath his long bang. jiaoqiu's the only person allowed into that intimate space, the only person allowed this close to him as a whole. the outside of his thighs press to the inside of jiaoqiu's, his hands curled in his sweatshirt, the feeling of his words spoken against his skin, it's all very intimate, and loosely, he hooks his arm back around his hips, curling the fluff of his tail absently around his fingers. this is better, yes. ]
Don't hurt yourself. [ lol. ]
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he eases where he's sitting with a sigh, letting therion get his fingers back into his fur. his tail behaves, but jiaoqiu does not. he leaves marks, sucks little hickeys and lovebites against therion's neck and throat, carefully avoiding any still healing injuries. again - a bit possessive, even if he doesn't quite mean to. he's feeling it, something at the back of his mind compelling him to stake a claim, almost. he wants to be here. he wants people like primrose or the merchants on the street or whatever to see therion and know he's off limits.
it sounds a little insane that way, when he actually lets himself think about it. so he never puts it into words. he just enjoys the closeness of it, the fact that therion just lets him in - and instead, he grins a bit, rocking his hips absently against therion's. ]
Hmph. That's up to you. [ he jokes, ear flicking. ] You'd make an old fox stay on his knees?
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he exhales out as he finishes with it, the last word lower, a rumble. ] - complaining.
[ about being on his knees, at least. it conjures up many a memory of similar, jiaoqiu bent over on the sheets, a mess of flushed skin and scattered pink hair, and that combined with the sense memory of him on his lap has him briefly lick his lips.
therion combs his fingers through his tail and winds it between his fingertips, twisting his wrist to pull when he rocks his hips, and then loosening it so he can roll forward. his other hand sneaks between them, seeking out jiaoqiu's belt - pants off seems like a very good idea, though he's doing this as sneakily as possible. ]
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he's also thinking about all of the times therion's gotten him on his knees. the amazing thing is it doesn't have to be a fantasy - if he wants, he can have therion grinding him down into the mattress, he can have therion's clever hands wrapped around the base of his tail and tangled in his hair, he can have therion bent over him, skin to skin, breath hot against the back of his neck. jiaoqiu shivers, and slides his hands down, and then under therion's clothes, hands a little cold but warming quickly where they rest against therion's stomach and chest. ]
You certainly never complain either. Well. About that, in any case.
[ pulls his metaphorical pigtails,
his imagination is active enough that he's feeling that heady, shivery thrill of want starting to build - and it means he's distracted enough that therion is going to get to be sneaky enough to remove his belt without him noticing. ]
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and as for the comment. rude? rude but not untrue, therion complains all the fucking time, though he gives his tail a sharper tug for it. who is the brat here, actually. (the answer is both of them.) ]
Ha ha. [ therion lifts his free hand, and wiggles the belt - it clinks. hehe. ] Who's complaining now?
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