[ 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. ]
[ there's always going to be a bit of that mischievousness between them, because jiaoqiu cannot stop himself from being a gremlin, even in the middle of rolling around in bed - it's the same for therion, he knows. and it'll come up again later, he's sure, but the mood has shifted to something a little more... serious. and he likes that, too. he likes therion taking it a little slower, likes the way his heart is thundering away in his ears.
and when therion pulls away to bite, jiaoqiu's breath comes out in a harsh gasp, his free hand instinctively reaching for therion's side. he closes his eyes, and tilts his head to the side to give therion as much access as he wants, welcoming. take, he wants therion to take.
and by the time he's actually left a trail, jiaoqiu is squirmy and panting, nails digging into therion's hip. pliant, too, he's absolutely letting therion do whatever he wants, and it's working him up into a frenzy, to be claimed like this. he'll have to steal therion's scarf tomorrow. if they even get out of bed, he thinks absently, and that spurs him on further. clumsily, his fingers come around to get at therion's pants, his belt, whatever he has to in order to get them off. just the one hand, anyway - his other is very firmly not letting go of therion's.
his cheeks are red, flushed, and if therion looks at him after he's left a litany of marks, he'll be able to see the low-burn hunger in jiaoqiu's expression. he's fine to go slow, wants to, but if he doesn't get more skin to skin contact right now he might die. ]
[ it is admittedly also always satisfying to watch jiaoqiu start to tune into his instincts, into that more feral side. he's the only non-human he's ever been with, so who knows if its normal, but for someone as composed as jiaoqiu is, it's nice to watch him just progressively lose it over time.
those are the signals he pays attention to - though he gives into instinct himself, rarely thinking when in bed and instead letting his (admittedly often poor) impulse control guide him, down to basal want and need. what better thing for a thief to do than to take? and so, when he finally pulls away from him, he gets a good look at his handiwork and smirks, bringing his wrist up to wipe the edge of his mouth but looking no less pleased for it. the visible line of hickies, blood drawn to the surface and bright in color, combined with the writhing, squirming body and the dark molten gold to jiaoqiu's eyes - it makes a pretty picture and as ever, a treasure worth having.
it doesn't feel all that slow to him, at least not anymore. though, coming up for air means he remembers his hand, he doesn't take it away, and instead just shifts underneath him, squirming his other hand between them to pop the button on his fly and give himself some much needed relief, to aid jiaoqiu's one handed endeavor. once that's done, he kicks them aside, hissing under his breath at the feeling of friction even through his underwear, and then lets go of jiaoqiu's hand to divest him of his shirt, instead. it is stupid to wiggle him around one handedly when he can just take it off.
though - and probably predictably, there is a very slight pause at the sight of him, once the shirt and sweater are off. the sweater hits the ground with a slightly louder clunk than it usually would, but therion's completely forgotten about it in favor of his bandages. ]
[ he makes a disgruntled noise when therion wriggles his hand free, but it's fine. it goes towards taking off the rest of jiaoqiu's clothes, so he lets it happen.
the clunk gets his ear to twitch - he'll follow up on that later, though because he is very distracted by therion without pants on.
jiaoqiu isn't in horrible shape the way he was a week ago - healing magic does pretty okay, and while he's still stiff and healing in places, for the most part the bandages are just for safety. nothing is in danger of reopening, and most of the worst injuries are just faint scars left over. aches and pains, healing bruises. it's a little ugly looking, the yellow and green mess around his ribs and shoulder peeking out from under the bandages, but he trusts that therion doesn't really care that much about the way they look.
he isn't the kind of person to show off or preen, really, so when therion looks him over, it's more that jiaoqiu is just so shamelessly horny for him that makes the difference. he's flushed in places, covered in bruises all along his neck, and he's very, very obviously hard, underwear leaving nothing to the imagination. he meets therion's gaze, absently licking his lips, mouth open in a soft pant. his hands come up to touch, stroking over therion's sides, dragging around and down his stomach, and then snapping the waistband of therion's underwear annoyingly. normally this would be his indication to take them off. except he just skips that step entirely and wriggles his hand under the fabric to take therion's cock in hand and stroke it loosely, a smug look on his face. taunting, a little.
[ yeah, listen, he's not really that much better. jiaoqiu looks better - and frankly, if he wasn't, therion would be hearing about it. his old bones. and now that he's off of his bad leg, he's the last person in the world to promote responsible behavior. he'd also just be a hypocrite, considering.
so, he spends little time looking him over, just a brief pass from where he's settled on his knees between jiaoqiu's, gaze roving down and then back up. he looks not quite enough like a mess yet, in his humble opinion, and he's about to solve that problem when jiaoqiu snaps his waistband. which he likes more than he'd let on, appreciates the little shit behavior. therion's about to have something shitty to say about it, too, and then there's a now warm hand sneaking into his underwear - though it doesn't come entirely a surprise, his breath catches and a grin curls his mouth for a second, delight at the cheek of it all, at the feeling of his fingers. despite his own swagger he's just as bad, the skin of his cock hot to the touch, and he leans back a little. as ever, he rises to the taunt, to the challenge. ]
Better commit. [ that loose hold is not nearly enough - rough for rough, like always. with that said, though, he shifts forward, into jiaoqiu's hand, bumping his thighs up with his own, brings his hand down and presses two fingers to that smug smile, against the plush pad of a kiss bitten lip, not really asking for permission to slide his fingers into his mouth. ]
[ better commit, therion says, and jiaoqiu instinctively rolls his eyes, just as bratty. but he does as he's told, so maybe he's not that much of a troublemaker, tightening his grip and squeezing as he strokes his fist up and down. it's a slow pace, meant to tease, but the pressure is exactly as he knows therion likes it.
he also doesn't need to give permission - he just opens his mouth, tongue sliding along therion's fingers. he grazes his teeth along the digits, and then settles back, heated gaze on therion. an eyebrow raise, like - if you want something, you'd better take it. the way he's already lightly sucking at them is probably an indication of where his brain is at. ]
[ ooooh. that little eyebrow raise sends a shiver of heat down the back of his spine, every implication of the look registering. jiaoqiu's mouth is hot and wet and familiar, and could likely be put to better uses - whether they were on the same page or not before, they sure as hell are now.
he presses his calloused fingertips down against his tongue, enjoying the sharp edge of jiaoqiu's teeth. combined with the sensation of his hand pumping slow, it's a heady, pleasantly building warmth, though it's not quite fast enough for his taste, and when he pulls his hand out with a wet pop noise, he examines his hand briefly and then matches that heated look for heated look, visible green eye dark jade. untangling takes a bit of effort, because the cradle of jiaoqiu's hips feels good, but he crawls up the bed and straddles jiaoqiu instead, shifting to rest his knees on either side of his ribcage, all up in his space. he doesn't rest any weight down on him anywhere where he might be injured, and with a look on his face that screams mischief, he kindly (?) reaches up over his head and grabs a pillow to stick under it.
maybe more kindly, instead of immediately reaching to take, take, take, he readjusts his position and leans back enough - putting all that flexibility to work, back arching - to cup jiaoqiu through his underwear, wet fingers and all, and rock the heel of his hand against him. ]
[ jiaoqiu's ear flicks, when therion pulls his fingers back. he licks his lips again absently as he watches therion adjust, free hand coming up to rest on therion's hip, the other resuming its slow and steady strokes.
the pillow, on the other hand, gets him to laugh, but he doesn't protest - he just huffs out an amused sound and taps at therion's hips like, okay, better get out of your underwear, then. or rather, that's his intent, only therion cups him through the fabric and grinds down and jiaoqiu sucks in a breath, thudding his head back against the pillow. his hips twitch up into therion's hand, demanding, his tail swishing impatiently under him.
with a little growl, jiaoqiu digs his heels into the mattress and pushes up off the bed, with the intent to jostle therion a little, and then snaps therion's waistband again. when he's got therion's attention, he just opens his mouth and flattens his tongue, like he's waiting for therion to put something in it. three guesses as to what. ]
[ the snap to his waistband comes again, leaving a bright, sharp spark of pain and pleasure, and he's jostled when jiaoqiu moves him - the resulting movement has his hand press down harder, pressing a stripe of friction down for him to rut up into when he gets demanding. and as he takes in the sight before him... ]
Huh. So this is what gets you to stop running your mouth...
[ therion says, a mean little hum of amusement in his voice because he is a bully - all these growls and tailswishes and the for once obedient, open mouth? of course he thinks he's funny, but it's hot, so unfortunately he'll let jiaoqiu stay there for a second while he's getting free of his underwear. graceful as he is, it doesn't take long to push them just enough out of the way. and as long as jiaoqiu doesn't bite him for the commentary - keep those teeth away from his dick please - he's not going to make him wait forever. the siren call of his mouth is good enough, and he wraps a hand around himself with a soft hiss at being touched, and with relative ease, rocks his hips forward to guide the head of his cock against his tongue.
even just the first pass of heat is good enough that he twitches, and lets out a soft swear, the shitty little smirk melting away pretty much immediately. ]
[ oooh, he's tempted. he's so tempted to bite, when therion makes commentary. therion probably sees it on his face, him considering it. but he doesn't! he doesn't want to have to stop in the middle of this to bandage therion's dick, so he's nice this time.
he shifts, with a low hum, and therion moves forward. the weight of him on his tongue makes jiaoqiu sigh, satisfied, and the twitch does something to him, makes his pulse leap and a wave of heat wash over him. his ears flatten back and he closes his eyes, hands worming under therion to grip at his ass and thigh and pull him forward, immediately encouraging him to rock.
he doesn't exactly have no gag reflex, but it takes a lot to actually get him to choke, which therion likely knows by now. rough is fine here too, he can take it. and he's eager with this, sinking all the way down to the base of therion's cock and then swirling his tongue as he comes up. he bobs his head, not bothering to ease therion into it - he's, for lack of a better word, hungry right off the bat, letting therion hit the back of his throat and swallowing around him, slick and hot.
a little growl rumbles deep in his chest. he is determined to get therion to make noise. ]
[ oh, okay. this is not the first or the fifth or the tenth time jiaoqiu's gone down on him - it's a frequent favorite for them both, but for some reason, he's not quite expecting him to take him down to the hilt that quick. ]
Fuck--[ it's not a noise, but a swear, sharp and harsh, because the combination of his hands digging into his thighs and the easy slide into his mouth, down his throat is enough to get therion to react, at least - he throws his head back, breaking into a flash of a grin, and moves his hand away to thread it into jiaoqiu's hair. his right stays down, though, and when he gets his wits around him enough, he wriggles his hand between the fabric of his underwear and his bare skin, wraps his hand around his cock like a reward, bare skin to bare skin. that's about all the attention he can spare to that at the moment, though, because the way jiaoqiu bobs his head is sinful and way too good not to follow, and give him what he wants.
his hips immediately judder forward, and he rocks back into his hands, and then forward - back, forward, chasing the wet, perfect heat of his mouth. therion's fingers fist in his hair when his tongue strokes over a vein that's sensitive, and right away, he starts to pick up the pace. not enough to get him to choke, not right away, but rapidly picking up speed, breath shortening as his hand's rocked against jiaoqiu's dick with every movement. ]
[ it's not a noise, but it's sound, and jiaoqiu is satisfied with it, ears fluttering as therion tangles his fingers into jiaoqiu's hair. it's a particular point of pride for him to make therion fall apart, just like therion likes to strip away jiaoqiu's composure, bit by bit. there's something warm and a little feral inside him that likes seeing his partner absolutely strung out on pleasure.
but they're not close to that just yet. his mouth is full, but that doesn't stop the moan from sneaking out when therion gets his fingers around bare skin. he's less interested in getting off than he is in goading therion into properly fucking his mouth, but he's not going to say no to the friction, pushing up absently into the grind with pleased little sounds, letting the vibrations help him.
at first, he meets therion at each rock, sucking lightly, eyes open to slits as he watches therion's body roll into the movement. this is something he really enjoys doing - he likes the feel, likes the sensation of his tongue dragging around the head. he likes testing how far he can push himself, and more than anything he likes the after, likes when therion pulls out and he's hoarse with it. foxian lizard brain.
and eventually, as therion's pace starts to pick up speed, jiaoqiu stops bobbing his head and just lets therion use his mouth however he wants. his fingers claw into therion's thigh, urging him to keep moving, growling soft and encouraging every time therion's fist in his hair tugs. the pain of it jitters up his spine like electricity, and with the grip therion's got around his cock, he can feel how good this feels for him; he's leaking, making therion's grip wetter with each pass. ]
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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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and when therion pulls away to bite, jiaoqiu's breath comes out in a harsh gasp, his free hand instinctively reaching for therion's side. he closes his eyes, and tilts his head to the side to give therion as much access as he wants, welcoming. take, he wants therion to take.
and by the time he's actually left a trail, jiaoqiu is squirmy and panting, nails digging into therion's hip. pliant, too, he's absolutely letting therion do whatever he wants, and it's working him up into a frenzy, to be claimed like this. he'll have to steal therion's scarf tomorrow. if they even get out of bed, he thinks absently, and that spurs him on further. clumsily, his fingers come around to get at therion's pants, his belt, whatever he has to in order to get them off. just the one hand, anyway - his other is very firmly not letting go of therion's.
his cheeks are red, flushed, and if therion looks at him after he's left a litany of marks, he'll be able to see the low-burn hunger in jiaoqiu's expression. he's fine to go slow, wants to, but if he doesn't get more skin to skin contact right now he might die. ]
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those are the signals he pays attention to - though he gives into instinct himself, rarely thinking when in bed and instead letting his (admittedly often poor) impulse control guide him, down to basal want and need. what better thing for a thief to do than to take? and so, when he finally pulls away from him, he gets a good look at his handiwork and smirks, bringing his wrist up to wipe the edge of his mouth but looking no less pleased for it. the visible line of hickies, blood drawn to the surface and bright in color, combined with the writhing, squirming body and the dark molten gold to jiaoqiu's eyes - it makes a pretty picture and as ever, a treasure worth having.
it doesn't feel all that slow to him, at least not anymore. though, coming up for air means he remembers his hand, he doesn't take it away, and instead just shifts underneath him, squirming his other hand between them to pop the button on his fly and give himself some much needed relief, to aid jiaoqiu's one handed endeavor. once that's done, he kicks them aside, hissing under his breath at the feeling of friction even through his underwear, and then lets go of jiaoqiu's hand to divest him of his shirt, instead. it is stupid to wiggle him around one handedly when he can just take it off.
though - and probably predictably, there is a very slight pause at the sight of him, once the shirt and sweater are off. the sweater hits the ground with a slightly louder clunk than it usually would, but therion's completely forgotten about it in favor of his bandages. ]
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the clunk gets his ear to twitch - he'll follow up on that later, though because he is very distracted by therion without pants on.
jiaoqiu isn't in horrible shape the way he was a week ago - healing magic does pretty okay, and while he's still stiff and healing in places, for the most part the bandages are just for safety. nothing is in danger of reopening, and most of the worst injuries are just faint scars left over. aches and pains, healing bruises. it's a little ugly looking, the yellow and green mess around his ribs and shoulder peeking out from under the bandages, but he trusts that therion doesn't really care that much about the way they look.
he isn't the kind of person to show off or preen, really, so when therion looks him over, it's more that jiaoqiu is just so shamelessly horny for him that makes the difference. he's flushed in places, covered in bruises all along his neck, and he's very, very obviously hard, underwear leaving nothing to the imagination. he meets therion's gaze, absently licking his lips, mouth open in a soft pant. his hands come up to touch, stroking over therion's sides, dragging around and down his stomach, and then snapping the waistband of therion's underwear annoyingly. normally this would be his indication to take them off. except he just skips that step entirely and wriggles his hand under the fabric to take therion's cock in hand and stroke it loosely, a smug look on his face. taunting, a little.
he's fine, don't worry about breaking him. ]
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so, he spends little time looking him over, just a brief pass from where he's settled on his knees between jiaoqiu's, gaze roving down and then back up. he looks not quite enough like a mess yet, in his humble opinion, and he's about to solve that problem when jiaoqiu snaps his waistband. which he likes more than he'd let on, appreciates the little shit behavior. therion's about to have something shitty to say about it, too, and then there's a now warm hand sneaking into his underwear - though it doesn't come entirely a surprise, his breath catches and a grin curls his mouth for a second, delight at the cheek of it all, at the feeling of his fingers. despite his own swagger he's just as bad, the skin of his cock hot to the touch, and he leans back a little. as ever, he rises to the taunt, to the challenge. ]
Better commit. [ that loose hold is not nearly enough - rough for rough, like always. with that said, though, he shifts forward, into jiaoqiu's hand, bumping his thighs up with his own, brings his hand down and presses two fingers to that smug smile, against the plush pad of a kiss bitten lip, not really asking for permission to slide his fingers into his mouth. ]
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he also doesn't need to give permission - he just opens his mouth, tongue sliding along therion's fingers. he grazes his teeth along the digits, and then settles back, heated gaze on therion. an eyebrow raise, like - if you want something, you'd better take it. the way he's already lightly sucking at them is probably an indication of where his brain is at. ]
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he presses his calloused fingertips down against his tongue, enjoying the sharp edge of jiaoqiu's teeth. combined with the sensation of his hand pumping slow, it's a heady, pleasantly building warmth, though it's not quite fast enough for his taste, and when he pulls his hand out with a wet pop noise, he examines his hand briefly and then matches that heated look for heated look, visible green eye dark jade. untangling takes a bit of effort, because the cradle of jiaoqiu's hips feels good, but he crawls up the bed and straddles jiaoqiu instead, shifting to rest his knees on either side of his ribcage, all up in his space. he doesn't rest any weight down on him anywhere where he might be injured, and with a look on his face that screams mischief, he kindly (?) reaches up over his head and grabs a pillow to stick under it.
maybe more kindly, instead of immediately reaching to take, take, take, he readjusts his position and leans back enough - putting all that flexibility to work, back arching - to cup jiaoqiu through his underwear, wet fingers and all, and rock the heel of his hand against him. ]
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the pillow, on the other hand, gets him to laugh, but he doesn't protest - he just huffs out an amused sound and taps at therion's hips like, okay, better get out of your underwear, then. or rather, that's his intent, only therion cups him through the fabric and grinds down and jiaoqiu sucks in a breath, thudding his head back against the pillow. his hips twitch up into therion's hand, demanding, his tail swishing impatiently under him.
with a little growl, jiaoqiu digs his heels into the mattress and pushes up off the bed, with the intent to jostle therion a little, and then snaps therion's waistband again. when he's got therion's attention, he just opens his mouth and flattens his tongue, like he's waiting for therion to put something in it. three guesses as to what. ]
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Huh. So this is what gets you to stop running your mouth...
[ therion says, a mean little hum of amusement in his voice because he is a bully - all these growls and tailswishes and the for once obedient, open mouth? of course he thinks he's funny, but it's hot, so unfortunately he'll let jiaoqiu stay there for a second while he's getting free of his underwear. graceful as he is, it doesn't take long to push them just enough out of the way. and as long as jiaoqiu doesn't bite him for the commentary - keep those teeth away from his dick please - he's not going to make him wait forever. the siren call of his mouth is good enough, and he wraps a hand around himself with a soft hiss at being touched, and with relative ease, rocks his hips forward to guide the head of his cock against his tongue.
even just the first pass of heat is good enough that he twitches, and lets out a soft swear, the shitty little smirk melting away pretty much immediately. ]
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he shifts, with a low hum, and therion moves forward. the weight of him on his tongue makes jiaoqiu sigh, satisfied, and the twitch does something to him, makes his pulse leap and a wave of heat wash over him. his ears flatten back and he closes his eyes, hands worming under therion to grip at his ass and thigh and pull him forward, immediately encouraging him to rock.
he doesn't exactly have no gag reflex, but it takes a lot to actually get him to choke, which therion likely knows by now. rough is fine here too, he can take it. and he's eager with this, sinking all the way down to the base of therion's cock and then swirling his tongue as he comes up. he bobs his head, not bothering to ease therion into it - he's, for lack of a better word, hungry right off the bat, letting therion hit the back of his throat and swallowing around him, slick and hot.
a little growl rumbles deep in his chest. he is determined to get therion to make noise. ]
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Fuck--[ it's not a noise, but a swear, sharp and harsh, because the combination of his hands digging into his thighs and the easy slide into his mouth, down his throat is enough to get therion to react, at least - he throws his head back, breaking into a flash of a grin, and moves his hand away to thread it into jiaoqiu's hair. his right stays down, though, and when he gets his wits around him enough, he wriggles his hand between the fabric of his underwear and his bare skin, wraps his hand around his cock like a reward, bare skin to bare skin. that's about all the attention he can spare to that at the moment, though, because the way jiaoqiu bobs his head is sinful and way too good not to follow, and give him what he wants.
his hips immediately judder forward, and he rocks back into his hands, and then forward - back, forward, chasing the wet, perfect heat of his mouth. therion's fingers fist in his hair when his tongue strokes over a vein that's sensitive, and right away, he starts to pick up the pace. not enough to get him to choke, not right away, but rapidly picking up speed, breath shortening as his hand's rocked against jiaoqiu's dick with every movement. ]
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but they're not close to that just yet. his mouth is full, but that doesn't stop the moan from sneaking out when therion gets his fingers around bare skin. he's less interested in getting off than he is in goading therion into properly fucking his mouth, but he's not going to say no to the friction, pushing up absently into the grind with pleased little sounds, letting the vibrations help him.
at first, he meets therion at each rock, sucking lightly, eyes open to slits as he watches therion's body roll into the movement. this is something he really enjoys doing - he likes the feel, likes the sensation of his tongue dragging around the head. he likes testing how far he can push himself, and more than anything he likes the after, likes when therion pulls out and he's hoarse with it. foxian lizard brain.
and eventually, as therion's pace starts to pick up speed, jiaoqiu stops bobbing his head and just lets therion use his mouth however he wants. his fingers claw into therion's thigh, urging him to keep moving, growling soft and encouraging every time therion's fist in his hair tugs. the pain of it jitters up his spine like electricity, and with the grip therion's got around his cock, he can feel how good this feels for him; he's leaking, making therion's grip wetter with each pass. ]
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