[ 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. ]
[ all of that huffiness, jiaoqiu has found, is so performative. he's just puffing to save himself the embarrassment, and now that jiaoqiu has really realized that, he's patient. he lets therion come to him, slow and steady. and both of them get rewarded, with the way that therion slides gracefully up his body, nudging his leg up. easily, jiaoqiu wraps his good leg loosely around therion's waist, his heel lightly resting on therion's lower back. embarrassingly, therion will feel and probably hear jiaoqiu's tail wagging gently on the bed, showing how happy he is to get therion in this position, even if his face doesn't betray much.
therion settles, and we're going to just assume in the time that therion spent getting oil, jiaoqiu kicked his underwear off. it means that they're skin to skin, and he hums at the barely-there friction, at the warmth of them pressed together. and when therion drags his fingers up his wrist, his pulse, he'll feel jiaoqiu's heart leap, kickstarting into something faster. it feels electric, feels like dragging static up his skin, and it's such a simple motion, but it means a lot. he lets their hands just stay like that for a moment, palm barely pressed to palm. lets therion get used to it, like stepping into a warm bath. and then jiaoqiu laces their fingers again, loosely. holds on, as therion blusters at him.
he laughs a bit at the sappy comment, but it's okay. he's distracted immediately, leaning up into the kiss with an obscene little sigh, arching again. therion's shorter than him, but he can be such a large presence when he wants to be, and jiaoqiu likes being covered by him. his heel digs lightly into therion's back, pressing him forward, encouraging, as he meets therion's lips. it's not frantic, but it is insistent - slow, deep, slick kisses, open mouthed and gasping. his fur's standing up on end.
and as he kisses him, the hand not holding therion's comes up to rest against the side of therion's face. his thumb brushes very lightly, very carefully, over the bottom of the scar that goes through his ruined eye. across his cheek, too, but just - gentle, like he's proving something. like therion can only ever except him to touch in a way that won't really hurt him, and that jiaoqiu knows it's the same in return.
he's acting like he's unaffected, like all this emotion is just old hat, but therion can probably feel how hard jiaoqiu's heart is beating. adrenaline rush, thrilling but terrifying. ]
close. the act of sleeping with someone requires a certain level of closeness and intimacy, but this is a little different. it's not something that therion ever used to pay attention to - in fact, it was something he used to violently ignore, just a basic symptom of what it meant to fuck, a side effect that he never wanted anything to do with. here, it's brought into soft focus, less from the leg draped around his waist and moreso the skin to skin touch, moreso the way he laces their fingers.
it's a loose hold, and it suits him just right, but it's especially the hand on his face that's a lot. therion's breath catches in the kiss, the noise tiny but no less obvious in such closeness, the precursor to a flinch that never comes. he'll never, ever get used to this, never get used to the sudden deluge of emotion that wells up when his armor is so gently set aside, when the second most vulnerable piece of his person is exposed and held with subtle tenderness. even just the faint brush of his thumb feels like looking too close to the sun, but it passes, gliding across the gnarled scar tissue and back to his face.
the breath he was holding just for a second releases - and therion takes that encouragement for what it is, to bury his reaction and kissing him back slow, to lick into his mouth and melt into it slowly. there's touchpoints of heat between them, bare skin to skin, the way when he rolls his hips, his cock rubs against the slickness of jiaoqiu's, dragging friction hot between them, but even that feels sticky, slow. there's a lot to be done, but for once, there isn't a rush.
his hand curls in jiaoqiu's. pressing, pressing down a little to pin, but to hold on tighter, too. the good news is that all of those emotions mean that he can't make fun of him when his tail starts to wag, because he's too overwhelmed to even consider the option. ]
[ the noise makes his whole body feel wobbly, like if he were standing he'd just fall over. it's such a good noise - it's small, but it's there, and it isn't followed up by him jerking away or flinching. just something he trusts jiaoqiu with. he shivers in turn, not making a noise but definitely responding, reacting.
it feels good, to just be like this. to have this slow, languid press together. he's no less needy, but it feels a little less like he's going to explode if therion doesn't touch him properly. it's slower. that rock of a boat on the sea, and he would never say it like this because it sounds stupid even to his ears, but - it's a little more like lovemaking than fucking, and if that doesn't make his anxiety about trapping therion with him go wild he doesn't know what would.
but he can't find it in him to freak out about it. not when therion grinds his hips down and their cocks drag together, not when his hips judder up a little and the head of his length rubs hot against therion's stomach. he can barely focus on anything outside of therion, his tongue in his mouth and his body pinning him down, his fingers interlaced, breaths mingling together. there's no rush. he just enjoys how he feels.
the hand that was on therion's face drags down, nails tracing over therion's chest and then up and around his shoulder, to his back. he doesn't dig in, he doesn't claw, but he drags his nails down therion's shoulder blades, a precursor. he imagines he's going to be clawing eventually, he can't help himself. for now, though, it's just a light sensation, down and then back up, and further as he tangles his fingers into therion's hair, like he can really drown himself in therion if he holds.
he keeps therion's hand, lets him pin it, and lets out a shaky noise, a moan swallowed up. ]
[ the nails in his shoulder and chest feel nice - they're sort of background noise, only noticeable because he knows that it's happening. much like jiaoqiu, he tends to like a sharp edge to these things, and his pain tolerance is high enough that it barely registers except in its familiarity. he's used to leaving their romps together covered in bite marks, claw marks, and it brings back the sense memory of claws raked in lines down his back, and he presses up into it, encouraging it, feeling it out. it's especially good because it has been a while, with the whirlwind event of the past week and half or so. not since the hotel.
the hand in his hair is appreciated - there's another nip to his lower lip, tongue curling against jiaoqiu's, hand curled tight in his, pinned to the bed. it feels good just to mindlessly grind into the sensation of jiaoqiu's body on his, to let the heat melt sticky through his veins and work them both up again. the pause drew him back some, but the simmering feeling of arousal's back, now, and when he finally pulls back from the kiss itself to catch his breath, it's not very far.
there's a click as the cap of the oil comes off - one handed. therion wets his fingers, keeping the other one laced to his, and wriggles a hand between them, passing briefly, featherlight and wet around the flare of the head of his cock, and then back down further, pressing to his entrance with relative dexterity and ease. the angle's a little more difficult than usual, especially one handed, and he takes the brief second to catch his breath, his gaze going more focused, eyes dark, as he slides in one finger, swirling around and then adding the second. even when it's slower, he's not about to deny jiaoqiu what usually really gets him going. ]
[ it's not quite tentative, but it does really feel like coming back - like re-familiarizing themselves with each other. it feels like it's been years since the hotel, emotionally. it's nice that it's like riding a bike. or, you know, riding a foxian, but same thing.
he's glad when therion finally pulls away. he's starting to itch with how much he wants to keep going, and therion's on the same page, as usual. and the angle is a little rough, but jiaoqiu shifts to try and make it easier, hiking his hips up a bit to give therion better access. the click of the oil cap makes his ears flick, a trained response, almost.
two fingers immediately is a stretch, but he likes that. he likes the burn of it, the ache, and his jaw throbs a little in time with the press of therion's fingers inside him, a reminder. the focused look on therion's face and press forward gets jiaoqiu's head to thud back against the pillow briefly, with a little gasp. he swallows hard, eyelids fluttering, and then eases up, meeting therion's gaze. there's a haze of pleasure settling over his features - he lets out a shivery sigh, and uses his bit of leverage to push up into therion's hand.
it's different, this time. he doesn't look away, he keeps eye contact, mouth open in a soft, noisy pant. his fingers in therion's hair tangle, pulling a little, gathering and regathering up the strands like he can't sit still. he's making an absolute mess of his stomach, the muscles in his abdomen straining a little with how much effort it takes to not try and grind up against therion's stomach, to not get his own hand around his cock. there's something about watching therion's face that's making him feel like he's on fire. ]
[ the eye contact is intense. that hazy, already fucked out look, the dark molten gold, is magnetizing, like a treasure begging to be snatched - it's the same desire sensor that powers his near pathological urge to steal, to take.
he does so, two fingers deep and watching. he really does look good like this, all flushed, pink from head toe, hair a mess, covered in bites and mess and his. what's yours is mine, he so often thinks upon a successful steal, though when it comes to people mine is a new prerogative, it comes with that same high. that same need. jiaoqiu is his, in the way that nothing else in the world really is, in the way that he will not let him be stolen away. now that he's decided to hold on, he's not letting go.
therion's head tilts into the tug. he likes that, turning into the hands so his fingers slide further up into the mess of his white hair, encouraging that grab and at the same time arching away, a little, to force that lack of contact. (to make it a little easier.) he could probably get jiaoqiu off and then get him to go again, but it does take time to work him back up, and he's not sure if he'd be able to handle getting to something so intimate, so tender, again without wanting to skitter away. living in the moment serves him well here, so he's going to tease jiaoqiu a little, and keep the only touches to his busy fingers.
which - thankfully - he's good with those. he spreads his index and middle finger wide, pushes against the tightness of his walls, slides his wrist back and thrusts in, picking up speed and then slowing down. attentive, but edging. enough so that therions mouth pulls up where he's looking at him into a grin, cocky and confident in his skills as he damn well should be. ]
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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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therion settles, and we're going to just assume in the time that therion spent getting oil, jiaoqiu kicked his underwear off. it means that they're skin to skin, and he hums at the barely-there friction, at the warmth of them pressed together. and when therion drags his fingers up his wrist, his pulse, he'll feel jiaoqiu's heart leap, kickstarting into something faster. it feels electric, feels like dragging static up his skin, and it's such a simple motion, but it means a lot. he lets their hands just stay like that for a moment, palm barely pressed to palm. lets therion get used to it, like stepping into a warm bath. and then jiaoqiu laces their fingers again, loosely. holds on, as therion blusters at him.
he laughs a bit at the sappy comment, but it's okay. he's distracted immediately, leaning up into the kiss with an obscene little sigh, arching again. therion's shorter than him, but he can be such a large presence when he wants to be, and jiaoqiu likes being covered by him. his heel digs lightly into therion's back, pressing him forward, encouraging, as he meets therion's lips. it's not frantic, but it is insistent - slow, deep, slick kisses, open mouthed and gasping. his fur's standing up on end.
and as he kisses him, the hand not holding therion's comes up to rest against the side of therion's face. his thumb brushes very lightly, very carefully, over the bottom of the scar that goes through his ruined eye. across his cheek, too, but just - gentle, like he's proving something. like therion can only ever except him to touch in a way that won't really hurt him, and that jiaoqiu knows it's the same in return.
he's acting like he's unaffected, like all this emotion is just old hat, but therion can probably feel how hard jiaoqiu's heart is beating. adrenaline rush, thrilling but terrifying. ]
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close. the act of sleeping with someone requires a certain level of closeness and intimacy, but this is a little different. it's not something that therion ever used to pay attention to - in fact, it was something he used to violently ignore, just a basic symptom of what it meant to fuck, a side effect that he never wanted anything to do with. here, it's brought into soft focus, less from the leg draped around his waist and moreso the skin to skin touch, moreso the way he laces their fingers.
it's a loose hold, and it suits him just right, but it's especially the hand on his face that's a lot. therion's breath catches in the kiss, the noise tiny but no less obvious in such closeness, the precursor to a flinch that never comes. he'll never, ever get used to this, never get used to the sudden deluge of emotion that wells up when his armor is so gently set aside, when the second most vulnerable piece of his person is exposed and held with subtle tenderness. even just the faint brush of his thumb feels like looking too close to the sun, but it passes, gliding across the gnarled scar tissue and back to his face.
the breath he was holding just for a second releases - and therion takes that encouragement for what it is, to bury his reaction and kissing him back slow, to lick into his mouth and melt into it slowly. there's touchpoints of heat between them, bare skin to skin, the way when he rolls his hips, his cock rubs against the slickness of jiaoqiu's, dragging friction hot between them, but even that feels sticky, slow. there's a lot to be done, but for once, there isn't a rush.
his hand curls in jiaoqiu's. pressing, pressing down a little to pin, but to hold on tighter, too. the good news is that all of those emotions mean that he can't make fun of him when his tail starts to wag, because he's too overwhelmed to even consider the option. ]
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it feels good, to just be like this. to have this slow, languid press together. he's no less needy, but it feels a little less like he's going to explode if therion doesn't touch him properly. it's slower. that rock of a boat on the sea, and he would never say it like this because it sounds stupid even to his ears, but - it's a little more like lovemaking than fucking, and if that doesn't make his anxiety about trapping therion with him go wild he doesn't know what would.
but he can't find it in him to freak out about it. not when therion grinds his hips down and their cocks drag together, not when his hips judder up a little and the head of his length rubs hot against therion's stomach. he can barely focus on anything outside of therion, his tongue in his mouth and his body pinning him down, his fingers interlaced, breaths mingling together. there's no rush. he just enjoys how he feels.
the hand that was on therion's face drags down, nails tracing over therion's chest and then up and around his shoulder, to his back. he doesn't dig in, he doesn't claw, but he drags his nails down therion's shoulder blades, a precursor. he imagines he's going to be clawing eventually, he can't help himself. for now, though, it's just a light sensation, down and then back up, and further as he tangles his fingers into therion's hair, like he can really drown himself in therion if he holds.
he keeps therion's hand, lets him pin it, and lets out a shaky noise, a moan swallowed up. ]
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the hand in his hair is appreciated - there's another nip to his lower lip, tongue curling against jiaoqiu's, hand curled tight in his, pinned to the bed. it feels good just to mindlessly grind into the sensation of jiaoqiu's body on his, to let the heat melt sticky through his veins and work them both up again. the pause drew him back some, but the simmering feeling of arousal's back, now, and when he finally pulls back from the kiss itself to catch his breath, it's not very far.
there's a click as the cap of the oil comes off - one handed. therion wets his fingers, keeping the other one laced to his, and wriggles a hand between them, passing briefly, featherlight and wet around the flare of the head of his cock, and then back down further, pressing to his entrance with relative dexterity and ease. the angle's a little more difficult than usual, especially one handed, and he takes the brief second to catch his breath, his gaze going more focused, eyes dark, as he slides in one finger, swirling around and then adding the second. even when it's slower, he's not about to deny jiaoqiu what usually really gets him going. ]
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he's glad when therion finally pulls away. he's starting to itch with how much he wants to keep going, and therion's on the same page, as usual. and the angle is a little rough, but jiaoqiu shifts to try and make it easier, hiking his hips up a bit to give therion better access. the click of the oil cap makes his ears flick, a trained response, almost.
two fingers immediately is a stretch, but he likes that. he likes the burn of it, the ache, and his jaw throbs a little in time with the press of therion's fingers inside him, a reminder. the focused look on therion's face and press forward gets jiaoqiu's head to thud back against the pillow briefly, with a little gasp. he swallows hard, eyelids fluttering, and then eases up, meeting therion's gaze. there's a haze of pleasure settling over his features - he lets out a shivery sigh, and uses his bit of leverage to push up into therion's hand.
it's different, this time. he doesn't look away, he keeps eye contact, mouth open in a soft, noisy pant. his fingers in therion's hair tangle, pulling a little, gathering and regathering up the strands like he can't sit still. he's making an absolute mess of his stomach, the muscles in his abdomen straining a little with how much effort it takes to not try and grind up against therion's stomach, to not get his own hand around his cock. there's something about watching therion's face that's making him feel like he's on fire. ]
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he does so, two fingers deep and watching. he really does look good like this, all flushed, pink from head toe, hair a mess, covered in bites and mess and his. what's yours is mine, he so often thinks upon a successful steal, though when it comes to people mine is a new prerogative, it comes with that same high. that same need. jiaoqiu is his, in the way that nothing else in the world really is, in the way that he will not let him be stolen away. now that he's decided to hold on, he's not letting go.
therion's head tilts into the tug. he likes that, turning into the hands so his fingers slide further up into the mess of his white hair, encouraging that grab and at the same time arching away, a little, to force that lack of contact. (to make it a little easier.) he could probably get jiaoqiu off and then get him to go again, but it does take time to work him back up, and he's not sure if he'd be able to handle getting to something so intimate, so tender, again without wanting to skitter away. living in the moment serves him well here, so he's going to tease jiaoqiu a little, and keep the only touches to his busy fingers.
which - thankfully - he's good with those. he spreads his index and middle finger wide, pushes against the tightness of his walls, slides his wrist back and thrusts in, picking up speed and then slowing down. attentive, but edging. enough so that therions mouth pulls up where he's looking at him into a grin, cocky and confident in his skills as he damn well should be. ]
Don't look away.
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