[ 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. ]
[ if there's anything that jiaoqiu is unintentionally good at, it's looking debauched. pleasure is so hard to come by for him (though it's gotten easier, these days, with some help) and so when he actually feels it, when it really hits him, he reacts like he hasn't been touched in a long time.
he trembles under therion's fingers, breath harsh. his leg slides down from where he was resting it against therion's back and presses into the mattress instead so that he can push therion deeper inside him.
and he's obedient, a trend he's really only following today. he's obedient, staring at therion like he's told, biting his bottom lip absently with his fangs, trying to stop the noise from escaping. it doesn't work very well. each time therion slows down he lets out a keening sound, arching his back. the edging is something else. payback, even, for getting therion right up to the end earlier only to yank him away from it. at least it's not hard to stretch him - he's pliant, taking therion's fingers easily, his thighs shaking every time there's a particularly good angle, every time therion scissors his fingers just enough. he's all therion's, his to have stolen.
the cockiness is not helping. unfortunately he's wildly into that, cock twitching against his stomach. his eyes are clouded over with want, and he's starting to writhe a little. his hand yanks at therion's hair one more time before coming down to wrap around his dick, not with any intent to actually get himself off but because he actually is going to start climbing the walls. ]
[ if he was a lesser man, he'd be way too into the power trip of getting jiaoqiu to behave and with the way he looks at him - and admittedly, it definitely strokes his ego - but thankfully, he is not. no, beyond just the reactions, what makes this hot is that there's trust built there, too, even if he would never admit it to himself. the easy give of his body as he takes his fingers deeper is an immediate reminder of what's to come, too, and therion exhales out, still with a grin on his face, though it's sliding into a dirty smirk, instead, eyes pitch dark, cheeks flushed as he leans forward just a little to get a better look at his face, his reactions. licks his lip, when jiaoqiu bites his, and lets out a breathless laugh when he tugs his hair.
that feels good, too, makes him twitch, his hips rolling into jiaoqiu's thigh. he's not all that patient, either, because he never has been, but this is a little bit of payback, and when jiaoqiu drops his hand to wrap it around himself, therion immediately frees the hand he's holding to swat it away. ] Quit it.
[ but, it's a there and back again movement, lightning quick - not only that, but therion grabs his hand right back, pins it back to the mattress, now too greedy to let go - but, in an act of mercy (?), he turns his wrist and curls his fingers inside of jiaoqiu, stroking up against a spot he knows makes jiaoqiu go nuts. there he's so nice. ]
[ he's not expecting therion to react by stopping him, which amplifies his reaction a whole lot. because there is trust there. there's the trust that therion will take care of him, that he doesn't have to find his own pleasure, and more than that, it's a reminder for jiaoqiu personally. he wants to come with therion inside him, and dancing too close to his limit is not going to help him with that goal.
he actually nearly fails that goal. it's a whiny almost-yelp that he lets out - he goes stiff for a second, clenching tightly around therion's fingers, and it takes a lot of willpower to not lose it. there's a lot of stimulation going on at once, the fingers pressing inside him just at the right spot, therion absently riding his thigh, the way he slapped jiaoqiu's hand away. the look on his face, that smirk, pupils blown, leaning over jiaoqiu to take him in. he doesn't come, but he's flushed all down his chest, the bites along his shoulder throbbing in time with his jackrabbit pulse.
for a second he just lays there and pants, hips twitching up in search of further pleasure, tail flicking restlessly under him. his voice is still hoarse, and he revels in it, breathing out in a low, rough voice: ]
Playing with fire.
[ he'd be more embarrassed about how hard he is just because therion's playing at possessive with him, if he wasn't horny-dumb. but he is, so instead, he holds therion's hand tightly, and his free one climbs up to the pillows, clutching at them instead. ]
[ oh the way jiaoqiu's body clenches around him is incredible in its familiarity - he is so tight, and the sense memory could make him dizzy, remembering the way his body takes him, how his mouth feels good but sliding into him is even better. he shifts his wrist to pull his hand back a little, spreading his fingers and setting them back together, feeling the friction that comes from the way his body doesn't quite want to let go.
however, he has a point to his menace behavior here, which is so unfortunate for everyone involved. by which i mean, that smirk on his face stays, maybe even gets worse, and he lowers down a little over him to talk in one of those fluffy ears, voice low, amused. ]
Don't want you to come like this. Unless you think you can go another round.
[ because he is!!! the worst!!! through spite he can do all things and sometimes all things are edging his not boyfriend as payback. rest assured he also would like to rush this and get going but he has to prove a point first. by being a menace.
and just to add to it he adds his ring finger and presses all three inside of him slow. ]
[ ouughhh he is going to bite him. in fact, therion leans over him and murmurs that and jiaoqiu lets out a fussy growling sound, leaning up to sink his teeth into therion's shoulder. it's absolutely a punishment bite, just like okay, i'll show you being a brat.
of course, then therion slides three fingers inside him and he sees stars, letting out a low, breathy moan, head tipping back against the pillows. his free hand comes down to hold onto therion's hair again, dragging roughly up from the nape of his neck and gripping tightly, the kind of tangle that he uses when therion's kneeling between his thighs, swallowing him down. just a touch desperate, needing something to hold. he likes having therion closer, at least. rude or not.
his hips judder into the three digits inside him - it hurts a little, crawling up his spine, but that's not a problem. if he isn't sore after everything, neither of them did things right. still, it does take some adjusting, and he lets out another growl, squeezing the hand he's got clasped in his own. deep breath, his chest heaving - which doesn't help either, because he gets the scent of therion firmly in his nose and it drives him insane. his foxian instincts are starting to get the better of him. if therion doesn't stop him he's just going to mouth at therion's shoulder and neck, sucking marks, something to keep his mouth busy so he doesn't moan like a brothel girl in therion's ear. ]
[ HELP the bite is absolutely what he deserves - it is sharp teeth and he makes a startled noise, and that devolves into a laugh. it's sort of helpless snickering, his shoulders shaking even if he's got teeth buried in them, but it's a very genuine thing. silly, in the face of jiaoqiu who might kill him with that foxian lizard brain of his, if therion keeps bullying him, but he's not actually in any danger.
that desperate, tight tangle makes him exhale out, and he chuckles again afterwards, but maybe he'll stop bullying him now that he's had his fun. he doesn't push too long with three fingers - he's a small guy, so it's not like he needs a ton of work, but the feeling of his mouth on his neck is very distracting, and he pumps his fingers, in and out, stretching him relatively easily and turning his face into jiaoqiu's hair. he feels good, and he smells good, and for once in his life, therion feels good, too. it is because he's a bully. but you know, you win some, you lose some.
besides, watching him fall apart is not doing him any favors. he's hard as hell and grinding up against his thigh gives a little relief, but it's not nearly enough, not compared to what's coming. therion's breath is coming a little faster, too, the heat in his stomach curling up in coiling there, and he coils his fingers one last time, stroking with all three of his clever, clever fingertips, and lingering, voice low and hot in his ear, still just tinted with amusement but low and husky with heat. ]
You ready? [ therion can't resist one more shitty little comment because he was ready like twenty minutes ago but that's besides the point. ]
[ his attempts at not whining in therion's ear are a failed effort. the burn of three fingers turns into an ache turns into friction, and therion keeps curling them and brushing against the spot inside him that makes fireworks burst up and down his spine. it's nothing solid, it's just little teasing strokes, because he knows jiaoqiu's body so well by this point that he knows how to drive jiaoqiu up the wall with just his hands. so, when therion asks... ]
Yes. [ jiaoqiu grumbles, impatiently, but.
therion's laugh is still echoing in his head, that genuine little thing right up against his ear, and he can't really actually be mad when that makes his heart feel full like this. he loves the sound of it. when therion laughs, it's usually something sarcastic or harsh, and sure there's a tinge of mischief to his snickering now. but he can hear the genuine amusement, the lightness in tone, and he's warm in an entirely different way, separate from sex. it feels good to do this, he wants therion inside him so badly and he knows therion's there too, but there's something about it. something a little more than just basal instinct, rutting against each other. familiarity, extensive knowledge of each other's bodies and what brings the other pleasure. intimacy, he supposes.
he musses therion's hair with his hand, and then turns his face to try and find therion's mouth, to kiss him. it's messy and uncoordinated because he's punchdrunk, but he means it.
and as he does that he brings that hand down and wraps it around therion's cock, stroking him in short, tight pulls, pressing the head of him up against his entrance in a very pointed fashion. they need a little bit more oil before therion can just fuck him, but jiaoqiu wants to work another breathless swear out of him. ]
[ the hair muss gets another laugh out of him, definitely shitty, and he's still clearly snickering even as jiaoqiu smears a kiss across his mouth, though it's now muffled - he finally gives him a reprieve, pulling his hand back and starting to fumble for wherever he tossed the bottle.
his mischief and shitty streak is cut off by jiaoqiu suddenly taking him in his hand - there's a sharp, cut off gasp as he is (deservedly) silenced by how fucking good that felt. jiaoqiu's hand is warm and he knows the right way to move his hand, to grip on with just enough pressure that he has to bite back a noise as ever, dropping his head down into jiaoqiu's shoulder and faltering in his searching, as he presses wanting against his entrance, all temptation.
still, he doesn't forget himself, entirely, and as soon as he grabs the bottle, he just pops the cap back off and turns it over on his length, likely partially also on jiaoqiu's hand, but he does not care about being messy right now, not in the hurry to actually get going. the oil's not as warm as he'd like it to be coming straight out of the bottle, and the combination of that and jiaoqiu's hand is, in fact, enough to get a hissed out - ] Fuck, [ as he thunks his forehead into jiaoqiu's shoulder, watching what he's doing and resisting the urge to twitch his hips forward and take until they're both properly ready. ]
[ if he was less ready to jump therion he might complain about the oil over his hand, but honestly, the frantic nature of therion just scrambling to get them ready makes all of jiaoqiu's rational thought go out the window. the noise jiaoqiu makes when therion curses is something low and dark, rumbling in his chest, pleased. he shifts his fingers, not minding the mess, and uses the slick to thoroughly coat therion, stroking slow from base to tip, thumbing at the head almost as an afterthought.
later, he is going to make therion clean the oil out of his tail. god.
but for now, he turns his head and noses at therion, rubbing his face against therion's jaw, ears pressed down. like he can get his own scent all over therion, claim him as his own. he's already got therion pressed against his entrance, teasing at him, almost starting to take him in as he strokes with intent, and then pulling his hips away. goblin behavior goes both ways, but really all he's doing is driving himself insane. the fact that therion's just watching him do it has him dizzy, has him squirming.
it doesn't take long before he's adjusting therion between his legs though, letting go of his cock so that he can wipe the remaining oil on his stomach carelessly. he squeezes therion's hand, and relaxes, nipping at therion's ear. ]
Ready. [ he sighs high pitched, half smeared against therion's mouth. ] Make me feel it.
[ that hand feels unreal with how good it is - the slow stroke of his hand is such a stark contrast to the hurried rush to get to this point, and he briefly closes his eyes as he's nosed at, focusing in on not just immediately giving into that pleasure, on just sliding into him at first. his lashes flutter and he exhales out, harsh, a huff of a laugh. watching jiaoqiu make a mess of himself shows exactly how much they're both wanting to get to the good part, exactly how far that lizard brain gets someone going.
his other hand is still very loosely held in jiaoqiu's - fingers curled against his, curling into the covers, and it takes a little maneuvering, but he bumps jiaoqiu's thighs up with his own and takes himself in his hand, fingers flexing. make me feel it, he says, and therion smirks against his mouth, lets out a rough little 'hah' noise.
therion's generally graceful, and this avenue is no exception. once he's settled, he rolls his hips forward, the motion sinuous and smooth, from chest to hips as he pushes them both backwards to drive towards the mattress, the first thrust deep and immediate as he chases the path made by his fingers barely a few moments before. though it's been many times, this part never gets old: the way jiaoqiu's body takes his, squeezes hot and warm and tight around his cock is incredible, and he snaps his hips forward to press him down into the mattress, exhaling harshly as jiaoqiu takes him to the hilt. ]
[ his thighs get bumped up and instinctively, he spreads his legs a little further, letting his good one come back to wrap around therion. he breaks the half-kiss so that he can watch therion push inside him the first time, eyes hazed over with lust.
and they're both on the same page here - therion pushes forward all the way in one go and jiaoqiu growls. it's a feral noise, encouraging, rumbling out of him, and it shudders off into a moan as he adjusts. this is exactly what he wanted, and for a moment he keeps therion there, heel digging into therion's lower back, body tightening, squeezing around him. his head tosses back against the pillow for that moment, panting into the open air. his capacity to keep his noises quiet is gone - normally he's so much more self-conscious about it, but tonight he barely cares what comes out of his mouth.
his free hand comes up to grip at therion's back, not clawing just yet but gearing up to.
he feels a little insane, when he finally tilts his head back down to look at therion, pupils blown. doesn't tell him to move, because he can't decide if he wants that or just to have therion pressed inside him so deeply he can feel therion's hips against his ass - therion has control, and he's more than willing to just give it up to him. he's probably a bit of a sight, anyway, flushed all the way down his chest, bites all down his neck and shoulder, cock red and leaking against his stomach already, hair a mess and lips parted.
the hand still clutching therion's squeezes, fingers curled and laced together. that's important. he hasn't let go, and he doesn't intend to. ]
[ the noises jiaoqiu makes echo off of the inside of therion's brain - he's heard his sighs and whimpers, the softer moans, but this is a little different, and it's nice. it's... honest, open and honest, more genuine than anything, and though he never makes them himself, some part of him dimly will never understand why things like that were considered unattractive, uncool. on jiaoqiu, it's hot, though he keeps that to himself as he's distracted solidly by the leg around his waist and how it feels to be squeezed by his body as he slides home.
god. where jiaoqiu pants to the open air, therion curls over him, tucked into the crook of his neck as he relishes in the feeling, in being practically twined together, being held in place. every place they're touching is hot and sensitive, slick with sweat and flushed red, every brush of skin alighting nerve endings in all the right ways. by the time he's adjusted, he props himself up with his other hand to give himself some leverage and looks, really looks at jiaoqiu underneath him.
the sight of him alone gets a twitch where he's buried inside of jiaoqiu as it catches him off guard. turned on is an understatement - something in his throat clicks in the moment they're caught between, hanging in the balance. jiaoqiu's holding him in place and he's willingly staying for a moment. two. eye contact, blown pupils and a heavy breath.
ultimately, therion's not patient. he's a thief, for gods sake - and though jiaoqiu doesn't tell him to move, he rolls his hips back, slow at first, pressing against the heel at his lower back until it digs in, and then slams forward again, chasing pressure and heat with a stuttered breath as he sets a pace. slower than usual, maybe, but deeper for it, enough that he swears again, the hand on jiaoqiu's tightening, leverage and a lifeline. ]
[ the lack of patience is fine - after getting looked at like that, jiaoqiu can barely stay still. there's something about that moment of eye contact that makes his whole body burn, makes his heart feel like it's going to explode in his chest - he does not complain for a second when therion decides no more waiting.
and he doesn't swear, but the noise he lets out is a little strangled, breathless, when therion starts to move. he's immediately lost in it, too turned on to speak, and the slow, rough pace makes his head spin. makes his breath catch with each push forward, makes him hold therion a little closer. without any hesitation, he loops his arm under and over therion's shoulder, and digs his claws into his shoulder blades, threatening to claw. this is exactly what he wants right this second, this pace, something bruising and deep, something that coaxes breathy whimpers from his lips. the pressure is perfect, the slight ache, the way he knows he's going to have bruises and the way the friction makes his thoughts scatter away from him by the handful each time therion shows him that he knows exactly how to move his hips.
his thighs flex where they're pressed against warm, damp skin, and he ignores his own rule to not put too much pressure on his bad leg in order to wrap his legs around therion's waist, giving himself leverage, giving therion a better angle. anything, to make it easier for therion to twitch inside him again like he did, to find the spot he'd curled his fingers into earlier.
and after a moment, he has the rhythm down enough to meet him. the first time he rocks up to meet therion, the rush of heat that floods through him has him letting out a desperate sort of moan that he tries to turn his head and bury into the pillow. ]
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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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he trembles under therion's fingers, breath harsh. his leg slides down from where he was resting it against therion's back and presses into the mattress instead so that he can push therion deeper inside him.
and he's obedient, a trend he's really only following today. he's obedient, staring at therion like he's told, biting his bottom lip absently with his fangs, trying to stop the noise from escaping. it doesn't work very well. each time therion slows down he lets out a keening sound, arching his back. the edging is something else. payback, even, for getting therion right up to the end earlier only to yank him away from it. at least it's not hard to stretch him - he's pliant, taking therion's fingers easily, his thighs shaking every time there's a particularly good angle, every time therion scissors his fingers just enough. he's all therion's, his to have stolen.
the cockiness is not helping. unfortunately he's wildly into that, cock twitching against his stomach. his eyes are clouded over with want, and he's starting to writhe a little. his hand yanks at therion's hair one more time before coming down to wrap around his dick, not with any intent to actually get himself off but because he actually is going to start climbing the walls. ]
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that feels good, too, makes him twitch, his hips rolling into jiaoqiu's thigh. he's not all that patient, either, because he never has been, but this is a little bit of payback, and when jiaoqiu drops his hand to wrap it around himself, therion immediately frees the hand he's holding to swat it away. ] Quit it.
[ but, it's a there and back again movement, lightning quick - not only that, but therion grabs his hand right back, pins it back to the mattress, now too greedy to let go - but, in an act of mercy (?), he turns his wrist and curls his fingers inside of jiaoqiu, stroking up against a spot he knows makes jiaoqiu go nuts. there he's so nice. ]
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he actually nearly fails that goal. it's a whiny almost-yelp that he lets out - he goes stiff for a second, clenching tightly around therion's fingers, and it takes a lot of willpower to not lose it. there's a lot of stimulation going on at once, the fingers pressing inside him just at the right spot, therion absently riding his thigh, the way he slapped jiaoqiu's hand away. the look on his face, that smirk, pupils blown, leaning over jiaoqiu to take him in. he doesn't come, but he's flushed all down his chest, the bites along his shoulder throbbing in time with his jackrabbit pulse.
for a second he just lays there and pants, hips twitching up in search of further pleasure, tail flicking restlessly under him. his voice is still hoarse, and he revels in it, breathing out in a low, rough voice: ]
Playing with fire.
[ he'd be more embarrassed about how hard he is just because therion's playing at possessive with him, if he wasn't horny-dumb. but he is, so instead, he holds therion's hand tightly, and his free one climbs up to the pillows, clutching at them instead. ]
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however, he has a point to his menace behavior here, which is so unfortunate for everyone involved. by which i mean, that smirk on his face stays, maybe even gets worse, and he lowers down a little over him to talk in one of those fluffy ears, voice low, amused. ]
Don't want you to come like this. Unless you think you can go another round.
[ because he is!!! the worst!!! through spite he can do all things and sometimes all things are edging his not boyfriend as payback. rest assured he also would like to rush this and get going but he has to prove a point first. by being a menace.
and just to add to it he adds his ring finger and presses all three inside of him slow. ]
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of course, then therion slides three fingers inside him and he sees stars, letting out a low, breathy moan, head tipping back against the pillows. his free hand comes down to hold onto therion's hair again, dragging roughly up from the nape of his neck and gripping tightly, the kind of tangle that he uses when therion's kneeling between his thighs, swallowing him down. just a touch desperate, needing something to hold. he likes having therion closer, at least. rude or not.
his hips judder into the three digits inside him - it hurts a little, crawling up his spine, but that's not a problem. if he isn't sore after everything, neither of them did things right. still, it does take some adjusting, and he lets out another growl, squeezing the hand he's got clasped in his own. deep breath, his chest heaving - which doesn't help either, because he gets the scent of therion firmly in his nose and it drives him insane. his foxian instincts are starting to get the better of him. if therion doesn't stop him he's just going to mouth at therion's shoulder and neck, sucking marks, something to keep his mouth busy so he doesn't moan like a brothel girl in therion's ear. ]
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that desperate, tight tangle makes him exhale out, and he chuckles again afterwards, but maybe he'll stop bullying him now that he's had his fun. he doesn't push too long with three fingers - he's a small guy, so it's not like he needs a ton of work, but the feeling of his mouth on his neck is very distracting, and he pumps his fingers, in and out, stretching him relatively easily and turning his face into jiaoqiu's hair. he feels good, and he smells good, and for once in his life, therion feels good, too. it is because he's a bully. but you know, you win some, you lose some.
besides, watching him fall apart is not doing him any favors. he's hard as hell and grinding up against his thigh gives a little relief, but it's not nearly enough, not compared to what's coming. therion's breath is coming a little faster, too, the heat in his stomach curling up in coiling there, and he coils his fingers one last time, stroking with all three of his clever, clever fingertips, and lingering, voice low and hot in his ear, still just tinted with amusement but low and husky with heat. ]
You ready? [ therion can't resist one more shitty little comment because he was ready like twenty minutes ago but that's besides the point. ]
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Yes. [ jiaoqiu grumbles, impatiently, but.
therion's laugh is still echoing in his head, that genuine little thing right up against his ear, and he can't really actually be mad when that makes his heart feel full like this. he loves the sound of it. when therion laughs, it's usually something sarcastic or harsh, and sure there's a tinge of mischief to his snickering now. but he can hear the genuine amusement, the lightness in tone, and he's warm in an entirely different way, separate from sex. it feels good to do this, he wants therion inside him so badly and he knows therion's there too, but there's something about it. something a little more than just basal instinct, rutting against each other. familiarity, extensive knowledge of each other's bodies and what brings the other pleasure. intimacy, he supposes.
he musses therion's hair with his hand, and then turns his face to try and find therion's mouth, to kiss him. it's messy and uncoordinated because he's punchdrunk, but he means it.
and as he does that he brings that hand down and wraps it around therion's cock, stroking him in short, tight pulls, pressing the head of him up against his entrance in a very pointed fashion. they need a little bit more oil before therion can just fuck him, but jiaoqiu wants to work another breathless swear out of him. ]
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his mischief and shitty streak is cut off by jiaoqiu suddenly taking him in his hand - there's a sharp, cut off gasp as he is (deservedly) silenced by how fucking good that felt. jiaoqiu's hand is warm and he knows the right way to move his hand, to grip on with just enough pressure that he has to bite back a noise as ever, dropping his head down into jiaoqiu's shoulder and faltering in his searching, as he presses wanting against his entrance, all temptation.
still, he doesn't forget himself, entirely, and as soon as he grabs the bottle, he just pops the cap back off and turns it over on his length, likely partially also on jiaoqiu's hand, but he does not care about being messy right now, not in the hurry to actually get going. the oil's not as warm as he'd like it to be coming straight out of the bottle, and the combination of that and jiaoqiu's hand is, in fact, enough to get a hissed out - ] Fuck, [ as he thunks his forehead into jiaoqiu's shoulder, watching what he's doing and resisting the urge to twitch his hips forward and take until they're both properly ready. ]
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later, he is going to make therion clean the oil out of his tail. god.
but for now, he turns his head and noses at therion, rubbing his face against therion's jaw, ears pressed down. like he can get his own scent all over therion, claim him as his own. he's already got therion pressed against his entrance, teasing at him, almost starting to take him in as he strokes with intent, and then pulling his hips away. goblin behavior goes both ways, but really all he's doing is driving himself insane. the fact that therion's just watching him do it has him dizzy, has him squirming.
it doesn't take long before he's adjusting therion between his legs though, letting go of his cock so that he can wipe the remaining oil on his stomach carelessly. he squeezes therion's hand, and relaxes, nipping at therion's ear. ]
Ready. [ he sighs high pitched, half smeared against therion's mouth. ] Make me feel it.
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his other hand is still very loosely held in jiaoqiu's - fingers curled against his, curling into the covers, and it takes a little maneuvering, but he bumps jiaoqiu's thighs up with his own and takes himself in his hand, fingers flexing. make me feel it, he says, and therion smirks against his mouth, lets out a rough little 'hah' noise.
therion's generally graceful, and this avenue is no exception. once he's settled, he rolls his hips forward, the motion sinuous and smooth, from chest to hips as he pushes them both backwards to drive towards the mattress, the first thrust deep and immediate as he chases the path made by his fingers barely a few moments before. though it's been many times, this part never gets old: the way jiaoqiu's body takes his, squeezes hot and warm and tight around his cock is incredible, and he snaps his hips forward to press him down into the mattress, exhaling harshly as jiaoqiu takes him to the hilt. ]
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and they're both on the same page here - therion pushes forward all the way in one go and jiaoqiu growls. it's a feral noise, encouraging, rumbling out of him, and it shudders off into a moan as he adjusts. this is exactly what he wanted, and for a moment he keeps therion there, heel digging into therion's lower back, body tightening, squeezing around him. his head tosses back against the pillow for that moment, panting into the open air. his capacity to keep his noises quiet is gone - normally he's so much more self-conscious about it, but tonight he barely cares what comes out of his mouth.
his free hand comes up to grip at therion's back, not clawing just yet but gearing up to.
he feels a little insane, when he finally tilts his head back down to look at therion, pupils blown. doesn't tell him to move, because he can't decide if he wants that or just to have therion pressed inside him so deeply he can feel therion's hips against his ass - therion has control, and he's more than willing to just give it up to him. he's probably a bit of a sight, anyway, flushed all the way down his chest, bites all down his neck and shoulder, cock red and leaking against his stomach already, hair a mess and lips parted.
the hand still clutching therion's squeezes, fingers curled and laced together. that's important. he hasn't let go, and he doesn't intend to. ]
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god. where jiaoqiu pants to the open air, therion curls over him, tucked into the crook of his neck as he relishes in the feeling, in being practically twined together, being held in place. every place they're touching is hot and sensitive, slick with sweat and flushed red, every brush of skin alighting nerve endings in all the right ways. by the time he's adjusted, he props himself up with his other hand to give himself some leverage and looks, really looks at jiaoqiu underneath him.
the sight of him alone gets a twitch where he's buried inside of jiaoqiu as it catches him off guard. turned on is an understatement - something in his throat clicks in the moment they're caught between, hanging in the balance. jiaoqiu's holding him in place and he's willingly staying for a moment. two. eye contact, blown pupils and a heavy breath.
ultimately, therion's not patient. he's a thief, for gods sake - and though jiaoqiu doesn't tell him to move, he rolls his hips back, slow at first, pressing against the heel at his lower back until it digs in, and then slams forward again, chasing pressure and heat with a stuttered breath as he sets a pace. slower than usual, maybe, but deeper for it, enough that he swears again, the hand on jiaoqiu's tightening, leverage and a lifeline. ]
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and he doesn't swear, but the noise he lets out is a little strangled, breathless, when therion starts to move. he's immediately lost in it, too turned on to speak, and the slow, rough pace makes his head spin. makes his breath catch with each push forward, makes him hold therion a little closer. without any hesitation, he loops his arm under and over therion's shoulder, and digs his claws into his shoulder blades, threatening to claw. this is exactly what he wants right this second, this pace, something bruising and deep, something that coaxes breathy whimpers from his lips. the pressure is perfect, the slight ache, the way he knows he's going to have bruises and the way the friction makes his thoughts scatter away from him by the handful each time therion shows him that he knows exactly how to move his hips.
his thighs flex where they're pressed against warm, damp skin, and he ignores his own rule to not put too much pressure on his bad leg in order to wrap his legs around therion's waist, giving himself leverage, giving therion a better angle. anything, to make it easier for therion to twitch inside him again like he did, to find the spot he'd curled his fingers into earlier.
and after a moment, he has the rhythm down enough to meet him. the first time he rocks up to meet therion, the rush of heat that floods through him has him letting out a desperate sort of moan that he tries to turn his head and bury into the pillow. ]
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