[ 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. ]
[ it takes a lot to get therion to that point, but this definitely helps, particularly when feeling jiaoqiu moan around his dick like that - the vibrations practically echo through his bones, making him shudder, the trip of his hips stuttering with those pleased noises. and being able to see him, making eye contact, dark eyes to dark eyes, helps, too. he doesn't break eye contact, intoxicated with the intensity of jiaoqiu's stare, chest heaving with his breaths.
he's being coaxed to use him the way he wants to, and so, he does. the fingers in his hair tighten as his head stops bobbing, his fingers opening and then closing, clutching harder at the strands as he pulls jiaoqiu's mouth to his cock, plunging down his throat for the sake of take, take, take. it's hot and heady, the squeeze of his throat around him, the velvet softness of his mouth, and he pulls at his hair and drives his hips forward - therion's thighs judder, and his own mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut behind his bangs. it's not a particularly gentle pace, and he has to force himself not to lean over, instead dropping back a little as his hips snap forward, all on display as he slides in and out of jiaoqiu's mouth. each drive of his hips sends his hand moving, and half distractedly, he sets his thumb at the slit to feel that wetness and drag it across as he's rocked back and forth. ]
God, fuck. [ that's the closest to noise he ever really manages, but a litany of swears is a song as sweet as others in therion's case - each one is low and rumbling in his chest, as wanting as a moan, needy as a sigh. ]
[ it's not a gentle pace - jiaoqiu can feel reflexive tears at the corners of his eyes forming, and does not even care in the least. the sound of therion cursing under his breath is heavenly, and the fact that he's watching just makes it even better. it makes him want to preen, makes him want to let therion make a mess out of him.
and when therion's thumb drags across the slit of his head he lets out a noise that sounds almost like a mewl, surprised out of him - it's embarrassing, but the combination of having a fist pushing his head down far enough that his nose brushes therion's abdomen and the pressure of his fingers around him sends a wave of heat over him. it's dizzying, the smell and taste and feel of therion right up and present in his senses. he flushes red with it, but he's enjoying himself too much to really let it bother him. if therion likes to see him just a little feral, he's getting that, shakily trying to find whatever friction he can from therion just to not go insane. his scalp is protesting at him a little from being gripped so tightly, and his jaw is starting to ache, but both sensations buzz pleasantly, the pain of it crackling over his skin, making him feel bright and alive. his breath is harsh as he keeps up with therion's thrusts forward, flattening his tongue to let therion slide as far as he can go.
god, he looks beautiful, jiaoqiu thinks, swallowing roughly around him. all muscles and lithe form, trembling from the effort. his hand drags up from therion's thigh to his stomach, abdomen, dragging his nails over the skin there, stroking it with his thumb. just to touch, just to feel the way his body shifts under his palm. he's got his feet planted against the mattress and he's grinding up into the heel of therion's hand, making a mess. that hurts a little too, his bum leg making him tremble, but he's a little lost in making sure he doesn't choke.
but - if it seems like therion is getting close, jiaoqiu growls - taps at his thighs insistently, gets his other hand up to squeeze around the base of his cock to bring him down a bit. ]
[ oh, now that's a noise - it surprises therion too, and he lets out a breathless noise, almost a laugh. it sends a snarl of heat down into his stomach, makes his cock twitch in his mouth again, because it's hot and he can feel it all at once. his hands release and catch in jiaoqiu's hair when he takes him fully to the hilt, and a shudder rolls through his body, as he leans back and bites his lip until the blood rushes from it, as all the motion comes from his hips, his thighs, keeping himself taut and placed so jiaoqiu's still getting the pressure from his hand.
underneath jiaoqiu's fingers, therion's skin is hot to the touch, slick with sweat. his nails come over scars - some from the borisin that attacked him, some far older than that, and the touch draws goosebumps, draws the muscles in his abdomen to contract over the touch, to roll up into his clever fingertips. the nails, clawlike but no less safe in their danger, feel perfect, and he thrusts his hips in harder, feeling the edge of climax starting to build and build in his stomach, in his thighs, and then - and then he squeezes, and he chokes out another swear and draws back at the taps, pulling free, looking down at him with an expression that is best described as annoyed, but kind of failing it, if only because he is really just adorably disheveled and it takes away the heat of his usual glower. his other hand is still in jiaoqiu's underwear, even. ]
What? [ HE WAS THIS CLOSE!!! but he doesn't force his way or carry on - he stops when jiaoqiu tells him too, even if he bitches about it. ]
[ he - kind of laughs? it's a little squeaky, his throat sore. the disheveled annoyance is so endearing, and even though he's about to crawl out of his skin, he finds this cute.
(and on top of that - there's a little part of him that feels like he could crumble and dissolve into a thousand pieces, warmed so thoroughly by the fact that therion stops when he asks him to, no matter how good it feels. of course he does, of course, because he's a good person, it's just something that makes his heart feel like it'll burst.)
he drags his fingers up to rest on therion's hips, massaging at the skin there in an almost apology. and when he speaks, his voice is rough and gritty, hoarse. he looks very pleased about it, ear flicking. ]
Don't want you to come like this, unless you think you can go another round. [ he wants to be a little closer, he thinks. and also, he kind of likes edging therion? brat behavior. ]
[ don’t laugh at him!!! rude!!! he looks slightly more annoyed but again it fails entirely - in retaliation, because he too is a brat, he rubs the pad of his thumb over his slit, pushing a little more friction as he very briefly toys with the idea of getting jiaoqiu anyway. he doesn’t disagree, necessarily, with what he’s putting down- even if that felt good, great, even, even if he has to catch his breath from it, it’d probably be better to fuck, anyway.
(some little part of him, that desperately touch starved part, likes that, too. the part that wanted to grasp his hand and not let go.)
grumbling about being teased, therion shifts his wrist and applies a little pressure, casually jerking his fist. ]
You, or me? [ this kind of feels like rewarding him being a brat but he’s dumb and won’t realize that till later- or, well, he will and just ignore it. whatever. ]
[ oh, this is absolutely mean. listening to therion curse and use his throat without thinking has jiaoqiu so hard it hurts, and so the teasing of that thumb against his head and the way he just idly strokes is driving him insane. his hips jerk up into it involuntarily, and he twitches in therion's hand.
the horny-dumb part of his brain wants to keep doing what they were just doing, but - he wants to hold therion's hand more. so. ]
Mmmmh. [ he says first, very eloquently. a beat, and he sucks in a breath. ] Both of us, if you don't stop that.
[ it's a little jokey, tail swishing. ]
Come here, or I'll be forced to try dirty talk. I think both of us would rather not be subjected to that.
[ sooo eloquent. he strokes again - once, twice, slow and easy when he sucks in a breath like that, because he is very mean, but the comment about jiaoqiu dirty talking gets him to make a face. ]
Ugh. [ don't just say ugh
with that, though, therion pulls his hand free, not caring if he smears a mess on the inside of jiaoqiu's underwear - they'll be kicked off any second now, anyway. he's still half perched above his chest, feeling hot all over, and with a huff, he reaches over for the little nightstand. as expected, primrose in all of her hospitality has provided, and he plucks out a little bottle and considers a condom and just ignores it. meh ] Come here, how much closer do you want.
[ complaining... as usual... but he does readjust, easily shifting his weight and sliding back, slipping back between his thighs, the brief friction as he realigns into a better position enough to send his pale lashes fluttering, and sets the bottle down by his thigh, looking at jiaoqiu laid out on the bed for a long second. "come here", he says, but this is pretty nice, too. ]
[ no, ugh is the right word, it would be bad if jiaoqiu tried to be filthy on purpose,
he makes a grouchy sound at his underwear getting ruined, but he doesn't care all that much like, five seconds later. mostly because he watches therion not bother with a condom and, for a second, he thinks about it, and decides he's fine with that. more than fine with that, even.
between his thighs is a good place, and jiaoqiu shifts so that his tail isn't pinned awkwardly, watching therion arrange himself. what he wants is missionary with the lights off which is very funny considering how much they've fucked at this point, but - there's something about today. he's still keyed up from getting used, and he likes that, he thinks there's always going to be an element of scratching and biting and yanking between the two of them, but after walking through the market with therion, hand in hand, he just. wants more of that. face to face, so he can kiss him and cling to him, see his expression.
he arches slightly, with a little hum. ]
Close enough to kiss you.
[ he says, simply, ear flicking. he does also, however, spread his legs in an admittedly provocative way, so. ]
[ therion is a bad influence but everyone knew that about him already so it's fine
he looks at jiaoqiu for a second, watches him squirm around to get comfortable. this is a - well, it's not a familiar position in that it's unusual, but, it's not unfamiliar, either. settled between his legs, face to face as opposed to face down in the mattress, or up against a wall, or any of the other rough, wild one offs that turned into way more than just one offs is different, but...
well, he's not the only one thinking about earlier, though for him its just a few minutes before, for the hand wrapped loosely around his. he sighs as if put upon at the request, because it's sooooo annoying, except it's really not? and then shifts up the bed. he brings one hand down to the outside of jiaoqiu's thigh to bring his good leg up with him, coaxing it to come up as he moves forward - he's more or less expecting him to cling, and that angle feels good. and as he's slinking forward, as predatory and smooth as a jungle cat, his other hand comes up, settles at his wrist, sliding forward with the motion until his calloused palm is just barely pressed to jiaoqiu's softer one. his cheeks are a little pink, but surely that's just from how good it felt to rock against him like that, and not from anything else.
he regards him for a second from that angle, over top of him - the long side of his fringe hangs over his face, but the angle means his scar can be seen, his bum eye just barely visible through the curtain of his white hair as he tilts his head, and then shifts to press an open mouthed kiss to his lips. and then bites his lower lip afterwards, and mutters - ] Since when did you get sappy. [ - and then immediately kisses him afterwards. being a brat soothes his own anxiety about intimacy at least a tiny bit, and... despite the anxiety and contrarian nature of it all, the fact that he goes for the second kiss is a clear sign he's on board. ]
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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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he's being coaxed to use him the way he wants to, and so, he does. the fingers in his hair tighten as his head stops bobbing, his fingers opening and then closing, clutching harder at the strands as he pulls jiaoqiu's mouth to his cock, plunging down his throat for the sake of take, take, take. it's hot and heady, the squeeze of his throat around him, the velvet softness of his mouth, and he pulls at his hair and drives his hips forward - therion's thighs judder, and his own mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut behind his bangs. it's not a particularly gentle pace, and he has to force himself not to lean over, instead dropping back a little as his hips snap forward, all on display as he slides in and out of jiaoqiu's mouth. each drive of his hips sends his hand moving, and half distractedly, he sets his thumb at the slit to feel that wetness and drag it across as he's rocked back and forth. ]
God, fuck. [ that's the closest to noise he ever really manages, but a litany of swears is a song as sweet as others in therion's case - each one is low and rumbling in his chest, as wanting as a moan, needy as a sigh. ]
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and when therion's thumb drags across the slit of his head he lets out a noise that sounds almost like a mewl, surprised out of him - it's embarrassing, but the combination of having a fist pushing his head down far enough that his nose brushes therion's abdomen and the pressure of his fingers around him sends a wave of heat over him. it's dizzying, the smell and taste and feel of therion right up and present in his senses. he flushes red with it, but he's enjoying himself too much to really let it bother him. if therion likes to see him just a little feral, he's getting that, shakily trying to find whatever friction he can from therion just to not go insane. his scalp is protesting at him a little from being gripped so tightly, and his jaw is starting to ache, but both sensations buzz pleasantly, the pain of it crackling over his skin, making him feel bright and alive. his breath is harsh as he keeps up with therion's thrusts forward, flattening his tongue to let therion slide as far as he can go.
god, he looks beautiful, jiaoqiu thinks, swallowing roughly around him. all muscles and lithe form, trembling from the effort. his hand drags up from therion's thigh to his stomach, abdomen, dragging his nails over the skin there, stroking it with his thumb. just to touch, just to feel the way his body shifts under his palm. he's got his feet planted against the mattress and he's grinding up into the heel of therion's hand, making a mess. that hurts a little too, his bum leg making him tremble, but he's a little lost in making sure he doesn't choke.
but - if it seems like therion is getting close, jiaoqiu growls - taps at his thighs insistently, gets his other hand up to squeeze around the base of his cock to bring him down a bit. ]
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underneath jiaoqiu's fingers, therion's skin is hot to the touch, slick with sweat. his nails come over scars - some from the borisin that attacked him, some far older than that, and the touch draws goosebumps, draws the muscles in his abdomen to contract over the touch, to roll up into his clever fingertips. the nails, clawlike but no less safe in their danger, feel perfect, and he thrusts his hips in harder, feeling the edge of climax starting to build and build in his stomach, in his thighs, and then - and then he squeezes, and he chokes out another swear and draws back at the taps, pulling free, looking down at him with an expression that is best described as annoyed, but kind of failing it, if only because he is really just adorably disheveled and it takes away the heat of his usual glower. his other hand is still in jiaoqiu's underwear, even. ]
What? [ HE WAS THIS CLOSE!!! but he doesn't force his way or carry on - he stops when jiaoqiu tells him too, even if he bitches about it. ]
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(and on top of that - there's a little part of him that feels like he could crumble and dissolve into a thousand pieces, warmed so thoroughly by the fact that therion stops when he asks him to, no matter how good it feels. of course he does, of course, because he's a good person, it's just something that makes his heart feel like it'll burst.)
he drags his fingers up to rest on therion's hips, massaging at the skin there in an almost apology. and when he speaks, his voice is rough and gritty, hoarse. he looks very pleased about it, ear flicking. ]
Don't want you to come like this, unless you think you can go another round. [ he wants to be a little closer, he thinks. and also, he kind of likes edging therion? brat behavior. ]
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(some little part of him, that desperately touch starved part, likes that, too. the part that wanted to grasp his hand and not let go.)
grumbling about being teased, therion shifts his wrist and applies a little pressure, casually jerking his fist. ]
You, or me? [ this kind of feels like rewarding him being a brat but he’s dumb and won’t realize that till later- or, well, he will and just ignore it. whatever. ]
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the horny-dumb part of his brain wants to keep doing what they were just doing, but - he wants to hold therion's hand more. so. ]
Mmmmh. [ he says first, very eloquently. a beat, and he sucks in a breath. ] Both of us, if you don't stop that.
[ it's a little jokey, tail swishing. ]
Come here, or I'll be forced to try dirty talk. I think both of us would rather not be subjected to that.
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Ugh. [ don't just say ugh
with that, though, therion pulls his hand free, not caring if he smears a mess on the inside of jiaoqiu's underwear - they'll be kicked off any second now, anyway. he's still half perched above his chest, feeling hot all over, and with a huff, he reaches over for the little nightstand. as expected, primrose in all of her hospitality has provided, and he plucks out a little bottle and considers a condom and just ignores it. meh ] Come here, how much closer do you want.
[ complaining... as usual... but he does readjust, easily shifting his weight and sliding back, slipping back between his thighs, the brief friction as he realigns into a better position enough to send his pale lashes fluttering, and sets the bottle down by his thigh, looking at jiaoqiu laid out on the bed for a long second. "come here", he says, but this is pretty nice, too. ]
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he makes a grouchy sound at his underwear getting ruined, but he doesn't care all that much like, five seconds later. mostly because he watches therion not bother with a condom and, for a second, he thinks about it, and decides he's fine with that. more than fine with that, even.
between his thighs is a good place, and jiaoqiu shifts so that his tail isn't pinned awkwardly, watching therion arrange himself. what he wants is missionary with the lights off which is very funny considering how much they've fucked at this point, but - there's something about today. he's still keyed up from getting used, and he likes that, he thinks there's always going to be an element of scratching and biting and yanking between the two of them, but after walking through the market with therion, hand in hand, he just. wants more of that. face to face, so he can kiss him and cling to him, see his expression.
he arches slightly, with a little hum. ]
Close enough to kiss you.
[ he says, simply, ear flicking. he does also, however, spread his legs in an admittedly provocative way, so. ]
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he looks at jiaoqiu for a second, watches him squirm around to get comfortable. this is a - well, it's not a familiar position in that it's unusual, but, it's not unfamiliar, either. settled between his legs, face to face as opposed to face down in the mattress, or up against a wall, or any of the other rough, wild one offs that turned into way more than just one offs is different, but...
well, he's not the only one thinking about earlier, though for him its just a few minutes before, for the hand wrapped loosely around his. he sighs as if put upon at the request, because it's sooooo annoying, except it's really not? and then shifts up the bed. he brings one hand down to the outside of jiaoqiu's thigh to bring his good leg up with him, coaxing it to come up as he moves forward - he's more or less expecting him to cling, and that angle feels good. and as he's slinking forward, as predatory and smooth as a jungle cat, his other hand comes up, settles at his wrist, sliding forward with the motion until his calloused palm is just barely pressed to jiaoqiu's softer one. his cheeks are a little pink, but surely that's just from how good it felt to rock against him like that, and not from anything else.
he regards him for a second from that angle, over top of him - the long side of his fringe hangs over his face, but the angle means his scar can be seen, his bum eye just barely visible through the curtain of his white hair as he tilts his head, and then shifts to press an open mouthed kiss to his lips. and then bites his lower lip afterwards, and mutters - ] Since when did you get sappy. [ - and then immediately kisses him afterwards. being a brat soothes his own anxiety about intimacy at least a tiny bit, and... despite the anxiety and contrarian nature of it all, the fact that he goes for the second kiss is a clear sign he's on board. ]
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