[ 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?
[ another little shivery sigh escapes him at the yank - and in retaliation, he bites therion's neck, enough to to possibly break skin. his fangs are decently sharp, but it's not meant to be anything other than a prick of pain.
a beat, and then he pulls back, amused. ]
... Sneaky. [ he hums, dragging his hands over therion's torso. he just likes touching, likes feeling therion out. and as he's making himself about as obnoxious as possible, refusing to make it easy for therion to do so: ]
[ the bite - skin break and all - leaves a sharp flicker of sensation, the edge of pain followed quickly by a nerve-tingling spike of heat. like jiaoqiu, therion likes the edge of rough, and though there's a little blood that breaks the surface, the feeling of it sliding down his neck is hypersensitive, another sensation to add to the rest.
sneaky, yes. ] That's my middle name.
[ smug as ever, he drops the belt off to the side, and if jiaoqiu's going to make it difficult for him - well, he can try. he can work around his wandering hands, though now that they're warm they're a little more distracting. pressing into jiaoqiu's hands, therion leans back and away from him, freeing his hands up properly, almost like a tease, drawing him backwards toward the actual bed as he arches up to start undoing his belt, and pushes up into jiaoqiu feeling him up. maybe he'll drag his sweatshirt off while he's at it? ]
[ like a freak, jiaoqiu runs his tongue along the broken skin. cleans up his mess, at least a little, though he lets the blood run down therion's skin after the first pass.
he goes wherever therion pushes him, making little growly sounds every time therion pulls away. the longer therion takes, the more jiaoqiu just wants to do it himself. which is why after a moment, he just shoves that sweatshirt up and over therion's head so he can see what he's touching. when it's off, jiaoqiu pauses, ever the doctor, to make sure that therion's bandages are clean and that nothing looks inflamed or infected, that nothing seems to be hurting him too badly. it'd almost be a clinical examination if he wasn't trying to push his own pants off and away at the same time.
as long as this ends with them tangled up on the bed he does not care how they get there. ]
[ the sweatshirt over his head very briefly takes him off his game because it also shoves his stupid scarf in his face so he's like, eating fabric and he does have to stop long enough to free himself from it. both scarf and hoodie are abandoned off to the side of the bed, giving him an even worse case of bedhead than usual, but it's better to be out of the way than stopping him from actually moving.
it takes him a second to realize that jiaoqiu is trying to examine him and strip at the same time, which is kind of funny? and so typical. his bandages are still wound fine, and there's no blood or anything spotting through them. honestly, he's only even still wearing them because jiaoqiu'll get fussy about it - the magic the doctor applied was pretty strong, and with his pain tolerance, the raked claw marks down his chest and stomach are pretty much forgotten, left to leave scars like every other injury he's ever had. the one on his arm - the deep bite, that jiaoqiu kept him from getting his entire arm bitten off with - is still wrapped up too, and that one's a little worse. but, beyond that, he's in pretty good shape.
spread out underneath him for the moment, a not unfamiliar position, therion shifts his hips, rolling them up and arching into jiaoqiu, which is probably making this harder for him. so, helpfully, he does bring his leg up, nearly bending himself in half so he can get his heel dug into the back of jiaoqiu's waistband and pushing his pants down, because he is soooo helpful. it also keeps him from reflecting on the state of either of them for longer than a few minutes, and focusing on the hurry to get them both out of their clothes, instead. ]
[ he laughs a little because he's mean when therion gets a bunch of fabric in his face. it's payback for pulling his tail, clearly. off they go to the side, dumped on the floor. there's a very brief thought where he thinks maybe he should keep his own shirt on if only just to not ruin the mood, but. he's healing. it's fine, and he did clear himself for this. in fact, he wants this more than anything, right now.
the check of therion's bandages goes over well. he doesn't finish entirely because therion rocks up against him and the friction makes jiaoqiu groan, already uncomfortable in his slacks. the flexibility of therion pushing his pants down with his foot makes something electric shock all the thoughts out of his brain. he kicks his pants kind of frantically off the bed and then makes a little ow sound because. ow, his leg. he might actually have to roll them back so he's on his back, but for now he can stand it.
but once it's all out of the way, he has to take a second, looking down at therion and his stupid bedhead, the trust inherent in letting jiaoqiu sit on top of him and - they're in a room that therion considers safe, they're in a place where they would have never been together if the stars hadn't aligned. his aching, creaky heart feels like it'll burst for a second as he looks down at the man underneath him.
he wants out of the rest of their clothes off, he does. but he leans down and takes therion's mouth in a kiss, something easy for just a moment, chaste, and then turning languid. coaxing his mouth open, kissing him deep, needy. like he could get across that feeling in the way he drags his fingers up therion's arm to his hand and laces their fingers, pinning one of his hands to the mattress and just. holding it, as he kisses him like lava, slow and exploratory and heated. ]
[ that never gets old. short circuiting jiaoqiu is one of his favorite hobbies - he also probably should not be moving as much as he is but, eh, some things never change - and he gets a very brief second to be smug, but it doesn't last with the 'ow'. ]
Dumbass. [ is, unfortunately, the first thing out of his mouth as jiaoqiu is staring at him. but it's not an insult so much as it is a brief flicker of worry - don't be stupid, don't hurt yourself worse because you're flailing around. as always, that's how therion works, his emotions and affection and concern hidden behind the stone wall of his snark and attitude. he's frowning, now, brows furrowed, but when jiaoqiu kisses him, the frown scatters off into nothing.
for now, he's unaware of his train of thought, but the soft, melty kisses are easy to read. there's emotion and care pressed into the slower pace, and it's that same, oozing feeling he had in the market with the scarf coming around his neck, the same way he felt when they were laying together in that stupid little bed at lingsha's, how it felt to have his tiny, vulnerable heart cradled as opposed to thrown to splat into the nearest wall, about the feeling of falling but knowing there was someone there to catch you, this time. he inhales, soft and sharp all at once, licking into his mouth and meeting his pace. he feels jiaoqiu's hand come up his arm, he feels him take his hand, and that's going to make him burst, too, the heat death of the universe somewhere behind his ribcage.
his fingers flex. one hand pinned in place, but safely so - and then they curl against his, slowly, almost unsure, and then steadying as he holds his hand and squeezes. the other comes up, finds jiaoqiu's hair and pushes it out of his face, half holding his cheek and jaw, half threading into pink strands like silk to keep it out of the way, and just to touch. ]
[ no, that's fair, he is a dumbass. he also should take it easy, but he does not.
something tense in him eases up and relaxes, when therion doesn't panic at the handhold. in the split second before he did it, he'd worried it'd scare him, that being pinned like that would make him uncomfortable. but the trust there is enough - therion lets it happen and jiaoqiu rewards him for it, catches him, holds him warm and close, doesn't hurt. he clings to therion's hand, and therion clings back, and the way he gets more and more certain makes jiaoqiu's blood run hot. he's a little dizzy with it, which is silly, considering it's such a small sign of affection.
it's just handholding, but it means something. they don't let go. and therion cups his face in his free hand and kisses him back, and jiaoqiu sighs soft and shuddery into his mouth, voice hitching on it. he's still in his shirt and underwear and therion's only half-undressed, too, but he forgets about it for a moment. his heart's thudding so hard in his ears that he can barely stand it.
everything goes into this kiss, his whole body rolling down into it. he's still straddled, thighs boxing in therion's hips against his own, and like he's following instinct, he just languidly grinds, rubbing them together, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. rocking gently, like a boat on the lake, a movement he barely even registers. he's hard and needy but he does not want to let go of therion's hand, doesn't want to stop kissing him, doesn't want this to be the only time he can do this. ]
[ it's just handholding, but for someone like therion, it's practically a shout into a quiet room. affection doesn't come naturally to him because he's had it more or less beaten out of him by life. it is jiaoqiu and only jiaoqiu who has ever really breached that, who has managed to coax out even just this single gesture. who has managed to get therion to stay the night by his own choice, not once, but twice. even before that, to curl up and cuddle for a little while after they slept together. these are things therion would not have ever done, before. things that maybe he wanted, once upon a time, when he was an idiot teenager, and things he had to be taught once again that were okay.
slowly, slowly, he's learned that this hand doesn't need to be bitten. that it extends outwards to him, and he can take it back, bit by bit. his curled hand stays tight in his, and everything that was moving at their usual, quick pace seems to slow down, but it's not - it's not bad. it's overwhelming, overtaking, as he kisses him back. savors the food, and doesn't inhale it.
he meets the rock of jiaoqiu's hips as background noise. it's starting to build a little warmth, swirling low in his gut as he fills out with each slow press, the blood rush feeling more like something syrupy and slow, something easy. it carries on like this, unhurried, until he can't stand it anymore - and then, the kiss breaks, and mutters, ] Moving.
[ normally, he'd just flip him over. but with jiaoqiu's injury and the slower pace, he warns him, first, and brings his other hand back around him to brace his lower back, then rolls them both over to get jiaoqiu on his back, still kind of loosely holding his hand. it gives him a second to look at jiaoqiu, really look at him, and flustering, he starts to pull his hand back - hesitates. balks. like he wants to keep holding on, but he's not sure if he can, or should, or. sometimes, you have to meet him there. ]
[ it's the same both ways. jiaoqiu hasn't ever thought that he wasn't worthy or allowed to do things like these - it was more that he just never thought about it. he never thought about anything. it was never a matter of having it beat out of him but more that he just forgot he was a person, that he could function enough to need something like this. but either way, it's the same road back. slow, steady reminders that they're allowed to want this, that both of them do, they just have to be bold enough to reach.
he kisses him in slow, sticky bursts, barely breaks away to breathe. when he does, it's just long enough to take in a little bit of air before delving back in, not even pulling his lips away from therion's. unhurried, just lazily making out until the lava starts to bubble over. a simmer, a pot on a low boil, building up to something intense but not scalding. it's a little new. good new, like so many things today.
jiaoqiu appreciates the warning, letting out a hum to acknowledge it. he goes willingly with therion, rolling them over, and once he's on his back he sighs with a little bit of relief. his pink hair fans over the mattress, ears droopy in that way that means he's utterly relaxed, and...
and when therion flusters, like he's going to pull away, jiaoqiu holds on a little more tightly, clinging. he looks up at therion, lips kiss-bruised and red, a little shiny, gold eyes open and full of heat, and he does not let go. he just slides their clasped hands back down to the mattress, letting therion pin his, now.
they'll have to let go here and there, he's sure, but he's making it clear that he wants to be palm to palm, fingers interlaced. he can meet him. ]
[ that confirmation is what he needs. therion's first instinct is to run from the open-hearted and vulnerable, to skitter as far away as possible from a single piece of contact that could be perceived as being attached to his emotions. everything has been under the cover of darkness, from sneaking in at night to hide groceries to slipping a jade pendant in his pocket, to pretending the gift he picked out months ago was just a one off. lying, to cover up the truth. putting up those walls, because that's the only place where it's ever been safe to care.
but. this is out in the open, and it's the tighter hold that keeps him there, like a reminder. he looks down at jiaoqiu, eye to eye - no fake smiles, no walls, and feels somewhere between invigorated and terrified, somewhere between a thief and a lover, holding onto jiaoqiu's hand. he exhales out as the back of jiaoqiu's hand hits the mattress, and his fingers flex, and then he shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but it's lacking anything remotely heated, as he bends back down to kiss him again. the more mischievous urge that got them here in the first place today has melted away, from tugs to brushstrokes, and for a moment, even he's willing to take things slow.
it takes him a while to pull back. he's kissed red too, flushed under tan skin, breathing a little harder, and he feels that same urge - in that primal sense of i have there's the sense of i could lose, too. therion pulls away and turns his head to the side, and bites, finding a spot unbandaged and leaving a mark behind, evidence of his theft, evidence of taking something and having it, and not wanting anyone else to steal it away. he busies himself with that for now, still holding onto his hand, pushing his hair out of the way and leaving a trail of those reddish, purplish bruises, over fading yellows and blues and browns from before.
tomorrow he'll find this mortifying, mostly because primrose will not let him live it down, but right now, he's really not thinking about it. ]
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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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a beat, and then he pulls back, amused. ]
... Sneaky. [ he hums, dragging his hands over therion's torso. he just likes touching, likes feeling therion out. and as he's making himself about as obnoxious as possible, refusing to make it easy for therion to do so: ]
Now do yours.
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sneaky, yes. ] That's my middle name.
[ smug as ever, he drops the belt off to the side, and if jiaoqiu's going to make it difficult for him - well, he can try. he can work around his wandering hands, though now that they're warm they're a little more distracting. pressing into jiaoqiu's hands, therion leans back and away from him, freeing his hands up properly, almost like a tease, drawing him backwards toward the actual bed as he arches up to start undoing his belt, and pushes up into jiaoqiu feeling him up. maybe he'll drag his sweatshirt off while he's at it? ]
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he goes wherever therion pushes him, making little growly sounds every time therion pulls away. the longer therion takes, the more jiaoqiu just wants to do it himself. which is why after a moment, he just shoves that sweatshirt up and over therion's head so he can see what he's touching. when it's off, jiaoqiu pauses, ever the doctor, to make sure that therion's bandages are clean and that nothing looks inflamed or infected, that nothing seems to be hurting him too badly. it'd almost be a clinical examination if he wasn't trying to push his own pants off and away at the same time.
as long as this ends with them tangled up on the bed he does not care how they get there. ]
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[ the sweatshirt over his head very briefly takes him off his game because it also shoves his stupid scarf in his face so he's like, eating fabric and he does have to stop long enough to free himself from it. both scarf and hoodie are abandoned off to the side of the bed, giving him an even worse case of bedhead than usual, but it's better to be out of the way than stopping him from actually moving.
it takes him a second to realize that jiaoqiu is trying to examine him and strip at the same time, which is kind of funny? and so typical. his bandages are still wound fine, and there's no blood or anything spotting through them. honestly, he's only even still wearing them because jiaoqiu'll get fussy about it - the magic the doctor applied was pretty strong, and with his pain tolerance, the raked claw marks down his chest and stomach are pretty much forgotten, left to leave scars like every other injury he's ever had. the one on his arm - the deep bite, that jiaoqiu kept him from getting his entire arm bitten off with - is still wrapped up too, and that one's a little worse. but, beyond that, he's in pretty good shape.
spread out underneath him for the moment, a not unfamiliar position, therion shifts his hips, rolling them up and arching into jiaoqiu, which is probably making this harder for him. so, helpfully, he does bring his leg up, nearly bending himself in half so he can get his heel dug into the back of jiaoqiu's waistband and pushing his pants down, because he is soooo helpful. it also keeps him from reflecting on the state of either of them for longer than a few minutes, and focusing on the hurry to get them both out of their clothes, instead. ]
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the check of therion's bandages goes over well. he doesn't finish entirely because therion rocks up against him and the friction makes jiaoqiu groan, already uncomfortable in his slacks. the flexibility of therion pushing his pants down with his foot makes something electric shock all the thoughts out of his brain. he kicks his pants kind of frantically off the bed and then makes a little ow sound because. ow, his leg. he might actually have to roll them back so he's on his back, but for now he can stand it.
but once it's all out of the way, he has to take a second, looking down at therion and his stupid bedhead, the trust inherent in letting jiaoqiu sit on top of him and - they're in a room that therion considers safe, they're in a place where they would have never been together if the stars hadn't aligned. his aching, creaky heart feels like it'll burst for a second as he looks down at the man underneath him.
he wants out of the rest of their clothes off, he does. but he leans down and takes therion's mouth in a kiss, something easy for just a moment, chaste, and then turning languid. coaxing his mouth open, kissing him deep, needy. like he could get across that feeling in the way he drags his fingers up therion's arm to his hand and laces their fingers, pinning one of his hands to the mattress and just. holding it, as he kisses him like lava, slow and exploratory and heated. ]
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Dumbass. [ is, unfortunately, the first thing out of his mouth as jiaoqiu is staring at him. but it's not an insult so much as it is a brief flicker of worry - don't be stupid, don't hurt yourself worse because you're flailing around. as always, that's how therion works, his emotions and affection and concern hidden behind the stone wall of his snark and attitude. he's frowning, now, brows furrowed, but when jiaoqiu kisses him, the frown scatters off into nothing.
for now, he's unaware of his train of thought, but the soft, melty kisses are easy to read. there's emotion and care pressed into the slower pace, and it's that same, oozing feeling he had in the market with the scarf coming around his neck, the same way he felt when they were laying together in that stupid little bed at lingsha's, how it felt to have his tiny, vulnerable heart cradled as opposed to thrown to splat into the nearest wall, about the feeling of falling but knowing there was someone there to catch you, this time. he inhales, soft and sharp all at once, licking into his mouth and meeting his pace. he feels jiaoqiu's hand come up his arm, he feels him take his hand, and that's going to make him burst, too, the heat death of the universe somewhere behind his ribcage.
his fingers flex. one hand pinned in place, but safely so - and then they curl against his, slowly, almost unsure, and then steadying as he holds his hand and squeezes. the other comes up, finds jiaoqiu's hair and pushes it out of his face, half holding his cheek and jaw, half threading into pink strands like silk to keep it out of the way, and just to touch. ]
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something tense in him eases up and relaxes, when therion doesn't panic at the handhold. in the split second before he did it, he'd worried it'd scare him, that being pinned like that would make him uncomfortable. but the trust there is enough - therion lets it happen and jiaoqiu rewards him for it, catches him, holds him warm and close, doesn't hurt. he clings to therion's hand, and therion clings back, and the way he gets more and more certain makes jiaoqiu's blood run hot. he's a little dizzy with it, which is silly, considering it's such a small sign of affection.
it's just handholding, but it means something. they don't let go. and therion cups his face in his free hand and kisses him back, and jiaoqiu sighs soft and shuddery into his mouth, voice hitching on it. he's still in his shirt and underwear and therion's only half-undressed, too, but he forgets about it for a moment. his heart's thudding so hard in his ears that he can barely stand it.
everything goes into this kiss, his whole body rolling down into it. he's still straddled, thighs boxing in therion's hips against his own, and like he's following instinct, he just languidly grinds, rubbing them together, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. rocking gently, like a boat on the lake, a movement he barely even registers. he's hard and needy but he does not want to let go of therion's hand, doesn't want to stop kissing him, doesn't want this to be the only time he can do this. ]
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slowly, slowly, he's learned that this hand doesn't need to be bitten. that it extends outwards to him, and he can take it back, bit by bit. his curled hand stays tight in his, and everything that was moving at their usual, quick pace seems to slow down, but it's not - it's not bad. it's overwhelming, overtaking, as he kisses him back. savors the food, and doesn't inhale it.
he meets the rock of jiaoqiu's hips as background noise. it's starting to build a little warmth, swirling low in his gut as he fills out with each slow press, the blood rush feeling more like something syrupy and slow, something easy. it carries on like this, unhurried, until he can't stand it anymore - and then, the kiss breaks, and mutters, ] Moving.
[ normally, he'd just flip him over. but with jiaoqiu's injury and the slower pace, he warns him, first, and brings his other hand back around him to brace his lower back, then rolls them both over to get jiaoqiu on his back, still kind of loosely holding his hand. it gives him a second to look at jiaoqiu, really look at him, and flustering, he starts to pull his hand back - hesitates. balks. like he wants to keep holding on, but he's not sure if he can, or should, or. sometimes, you have to meet him there. ]
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he kisses him in slow, sticky bursts, barely breaks away to breathe. when he does, it's just long enough to take in a little bit of air before delving back in, not even pulling his lips away from therion's. unhurried, just lazily making out until the lava starts to bubble over. a simmer, a pot on a low boil, building up to something intense but not scalding. it's a little new. good new, like so many things today.
jiaoqiu appreciates the warning, letting out a hum to acknowledge it. he goes willingly with therion, rolling them over, and once he's on his back he sighs with a little bit of relief. his pink hair fans over the mattress, ears droopy in that way that means he's utterly relaxed, and...
and when therion flusters, like he's going to pull away, jiaoqiu holds on a little more tightly, clinging. he looks up at therion, lips kiss-bruised and red, a little shiny, gold eyes open and full of heat, and he does not let go. he just slides their clasped hands back down to the mattress, letting therion pin his, now.
they'll have to let go here and there, he's sure, but he's making it clear that he wants to be palm to palm, fingers interlaced. he can meet him. ]
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but. this is out in the open, and it's the tighter hold that keeps him there, like a reminder. he looks down at jiaoqiu, eye to eye - no fake smiles, no walls, and feels somewhere between invigorated and terrified, somewhere between a thief and a lover, holding onto jiaoqiu's hand. he exhales out as the back of jiaoqiu's hand hits the mattress, and his fingers flex, and then he shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but it's lacking anything remotely heated, as he bends back down to kiss him again. the more mischievous urge that got them here in the first place today has melted away, from tugs to brushstrokes, and for a moment, even he's willing to take things slow.
it takes him a while to pull back. he's kissed red too, flushed under tan skin, breathing a little harder, and he feels that same urge - in that primal sense of i have there's the sense of i could lose, too. therion pulls away and turns his head to the side, and bites, finding a spot unbandaged and leaving a mark behind, evidence of his theft, evidence of taking something and having it, and not wanting anyone else to steal it away. he busies himself with that for now, still holding onto his hand, pushing his hair out of the way and leaving a trail of those reddish, purplish bruises, over fading yellows and blues and browns from before.
tomorrow he'll find this mortifying, mostly because primrose will not let him live it down, but right now, he's really not thinking about it. ]
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