[ 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. ]
[ okay, he should probably be paying attention to the way jiaoqiu moves, considering he knows that he's injured, but alas, he is not. all that pops into his head when jiaoqiu's leg comes up to wrap both around his waist like a vice is that that feels good, that the new angle lets him get a little deeper, makes that slide of friction harsher, buries him down to the hilt. both of his eyes screw shut, mouth involuntarily opening on a gasp. he snakes his hand free between them and rests it on jiaoqiu's hip, fingertips digging in familiarly, so he feels the motion when jiaoqiu rolls back up to meet him.
that's perfect. his back arches into where his claws are buried in his skin, feeling the sharp scratch just on the surface level and letting it send ripples of pleasure down his spine, another set of sensation to add to each deep thrust. he snaps his hips forward when jiaoqiu rocks, meets him halfway and breathes out, harsh, dropping lower over him. he's close enough that he could kiss him, but moving too much, reacting too much to do so, but therion tucks his face against the side of jiaoqiu's, nearly going for the kiss anyway and settling for his mouth pressing to his jaw when he turns his head. he can feel the vibration when jiaoqiu moans, and that's good, too - he lets that, the smell of them both tangled into this moment, sweat and sex, the sound of their skin harshly meeting skin fill up his senses.
when it feels like jiaoqiu's steadied, therion meets him - picks up the pace. just as deep, but a little faster, bringing him along instead of expecting him to follow. an act of together, an act of intimacy, instead of a rush to get to the finish line, instead of dragging each other along.
(and its nice, really. his hand hasn't left his.) ]
[ he wants to kiss him, is the thing. he wants to be kissing him, wants to get his tongue in his mouth and let him swallow up all his moans, but he thinks he might drown if he did. he's already a little overwhelmed. so he forgoes that, but when therion rests his head against jiaoqiu's, his hand slides up from his back to rest against the nape of therion's neck, keeping him there. it's a fragile thing, hand a touch shaky, more gentle than the movement of their hips. he doesn't have to focus to kiss him the way he wants, but his heart squeezes at the intimacy of therion's lips on his jaw.
and it's different, this time, he keeps realizing. it's not a brutal, frantic affair. not that he dislikes those - incredibly the opposite. every time he manages to goad therion into driving into him face first into the mattress, yanking his tail, pulling his hair, it's divine. but this is so, so good, too. this feels like care. this feels like affection, like an expression of what they mean to each other.
therion's so close to him, almost chest to chest. his stomach brushes against jiaoqiu's, the heat of him radiating over jiaoqiu's skin. if he pushes up at the right angle his cock rubs against his abdomen, caught between them, and that makes him keen a little, but he's not as interested in that. he thinks that if they keep at this pace, he could come untouched. he could come from therion gasping against his ear, from the scent of both of them mingled together, from the way therion's whole body rolls against his, muscles lean and lithe, dexterous. his hand on jiaoqiu's hip is hot and steadying all at once, and jiaoqiu takes special care to really roll his hips up into each movement so therion can feel him full-bodied. already, he feels so full - the angle therion's got him at is so dangerously close to driving him up the wall, but he's not shifting to help get there. he likes this, likes the steady drag of therion's cock inside him, and the lava burn build up of arousal, rather than the flash flood.
just a little faster. he follows easily, and he whines a bit, needy, nosing at therion. tries to press their foreheads together, because he wants therion to hear his sounds in stereo, because he wants to be close enough to press their lips together when he starts to get close, because he wants both of them to come with their fingers laced together and their breath intermingled. he's getting there, his noise starting to turn a little pleading. ]
[ the hand at the nape of his neck is such an intimate touch that it's striking. after all, therion keeps his neck covered - the places on his body that are vulnerable, soft and sensitive. he's so guarded in every aspect of his life that he keeps shields physically and mentally, pushes others out with barbs and thick walls. but here, stripped bare, he lets jiaoqiu's touch fall somewhere just as fragile as the touch that lands there. he lets him hold him there, a tenuous one but all the more strong for it, and jiaoqiu can feel the way he shivers when his hand settles there. these tender, intimate touches are always the things that get to him, the things that have made him make a single noise in the past - one, single time where he couldn't control himself, desperately in need of the kind of tenderness that he'd never, ever ask for.
so jiaoqiu, claws at his neck, holds therion - free spirit, untenable - in place, and he wants it there. there's another harsh, desperate breath and his pace goes erratic, briefly, throwing off the rhythm of their bodies moving together because it gets him. he recovers quickly, using the stutter to arch his hips back fully, head sliding out of him fully, catching on his rim before he picks it back up again. getting closer to him means he has to bump his hips up to make up for their height difference, to bend jiaoqiu a little more than he might normally, but the angle change's good here, too. curled over the top of him, in this tiny, intimate space, he meets him there. he presses his forehead to his, musses up his bangs, puts his ugly eye scar and his busted eye out there to be seen.
and that's intense enough that he breathes out on a thrust inwards, as he pulls jiaoqiu's hips up pressed close to him, and manages a just this side of desperate - ] God, fuck, Jiaoqiu -
[ for once. no noises, but that's desperation enough. it's need enough. he doesn't know what he's doing, praising him or asking for something or giving him something or all of the above, overwhelmed with a feeling of closeness that's extremely unfamiliar but wanted so badly, overwhelmed with their laced fingers and what it feels like to be safe, to be loved. ]
[ at first, he thinks there's something wrong, in the way therion stutters. for a split second, he's empty and it feels wrong - and then therion bends him nearly in half and fucks fully back into him, and the angle makes jiaoqiu make a noise that almost sounds like his tail got stepped on. instinctively, his hand slides away from therion's neck to his back and claws down his back, rakes red lines down his shoulder as he writhes at the pleasure of it. therion hits that spot inside him almost dead on each time he moves, and jiaoqiu is dizzy with it, holding therion's hand tightly enough to cut off circulation. he's tight around therion, legs shaking slightly, tail jittering - his whole body is tensed up, like a wire ready to snap, the heat overwhelming.
but. he hears - something, in that breath, in his name, and he's not entirely sure what it is, but he's there too. he almost feels like he could cry, his world centered around the two of them, the sound of the bed squeaking under them, the rustling of the sheets, the sound of therion's skin sliding against his own, damp with sweat. chest to chest, heart to heart, with a trust that they've both built so solidly. his heart is pounding in his chest. he feels something so wildly bright and loving that it scares him a little, but he's so alive, he's never been more present.
and so he responds, they press their foreheads together and jiaoqiu catches sight of therion's scar, of another shared intimacy, and shakily his hand comes down around to rest his hand on therion's cheek, cupping it, keeping him there. it's not a kiss, but it's close enough, and it's just them in this small space, jiaoqiu's heart getting ahead of his mouth. ]
Good, that's it, you feel - oh, you're so good, darling, Therion -- [ he whispers, and he never really talks during sex but he can't help himself, he's hurtling towards a climax and he needs therion right there with him. breathlessly, voice as desperate as therion's, caught between calling his name and frantically telling him he's close, he's right there.
fall with him. it's okay, he'll catch therion when he does. ]
[ if primrose is around, therion is never going to hear the end of it because that was loud, but that's the last thing he's thinking about right now. the feeling of the claws in his back combined with the loud noise and the way jiaoqiu tightens around him makes the heat building, building in his gut nearly double, and he's starting to lose the ability to keep that controlled pace going as the instinctual desire to reach that climax wins over the need to go slower. he picks up speed, still aiming at that same angle but giving into the urge to take, giving into the drag of the friction and the tight, wet heat that jiaoqiu gives to him.
which is good, because it's a good distraction from that little pet name. now there's something he hasn't heard before, and it almost knocks him on his ass. he's barely conscientious enough to realize it, but his face screws up a little against jiaoqiu's hand - forehead to forehead, breath mingling, his hand tightens where he's holding onto jiaoqiu's hips. therion won't come until he can push jiaoqiu over the edge, only because it's the final way his body tightens around him that's enough. he drives the pace, more, more, harder, and --
--and therion's the one to surge forward and kiss jiaoqiu, because it lets him muffle a tiny, desperate noise, a groan into his mouth, because that's the only way he can let himself do so, the only way he can let himself let go. he might never be coaxed into being so honest, but this is so much progress, to let himself be actually unraveled, to be as bare as he can possibly be beyond skin to skin. it is something loving - it's letting himself be loved, letting himself be caught. and it's terrifying, but thank god, therion can't think about that right now, either, because his vision briefly whites out when he finally does come, burying deep inside of jiaoqiu as he does. ]
[ the pet name slips out and he'll think about it later, think about how he didn't really even mean to say it. he meant it, and he might be too shy to say it again, but he meant it, something, someone so precious to him.
it's okay - he's right there with therion, there's no way he's lasting. he says he's close and it's maybe two seconds later that therion takes his mouth, and it's enough. the spark of heady, overwhelming heat of therion releasing inside him and the sound of the desperate noise swallowed up by his lips is enough to push him right over the edge, without even having to be touched. jiaoqiu comes with a gasping, stuttering moan, a garbled mess of keening noise and therion's name. makes an absolute mess of both their stomachs, his legs tightening around therion's waist to pull him in, press him as deep as he can go. stay. stay there. the pure, feral instinct that's taken over wants him to take, to claim, and he's not particularly inclined to argue it, body fuzzy and mind totally blank with the remaining dregs of pleasure. he leaves claw marks wherever he's gripping, at therion's back or his arm or whatever he grabs when he finishes.
and as they ride it out, shakily twitching his hips up with each pulse, jiaoqiu finally lets go of therion's hand, but only so he can hold him, instead. catch him, so to speak. he brings both arms around therion and clings, breathing him in. forehead to forehead, panting raggedly. he can barely catch his breath, whole body trembling with the aftershocks. one hand slides up therion's back and into his hair, just to tangle there loosely, to cradle him. ]
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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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that's perfect. his back arches into where his claws are buried in his skin, feeling the sharp scratch just on the surface level and letting it send ripples of pleasure down his spine, another set of sensation to add to each deep thrust. he snaps his hips forward when jiaoqiu rocks, meets him halfway and breathes out, harsh, dropping lower over him. he's close enough that he could kiss him, but moving too much, reacting too much to do so, but therion tucks his face against the side of jiaoqiu's, nearly going for the kiss anyway and settling for his mouth pressing to his jaw when he turns his head. he can feel the vibration when jiaoqiu moans, and that's good, too - he lets that, the smell of them both tangled into this moment, sweat and sex, the sound of their skin harshly meeting skin fill up his senses.
when it feels like jiaoqiu's steadied, therion meets him - picks up the pace. just as deep, but a little faster, bringing him along instead of expecting him to follow. an act of together, an act of intimacy, instead of a rush to get to the finish line, instead of dragging each other along.
(and its nice, really. his hand hasn't left his.) ]
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and it's different, this time, he keeps realizing. it's not a brutal, frantic affair. not that he dislikes those - incredibly the opposite. every time he manages to goad therion into driving into him face first into the mattress, yanking his tail, pulling his hair, it's divine. but this is so, so good, too. this feels like care. this feels like affection, like an expression of what they mean to each other.
therion's so close to him, almost chest to chest. his stomach brushes against jiaoqiu's, the heat of him radiating over jiaoqiu's skin. if he pushes up at the right angle his cock rubs against his abdomen, caught between them, and that makes him keen a little, but he's not as interested in that. he thinks that if they keep at this pace, he could come untouched. he could come from therion gasping against his ear, from the scent of both of them mingled together, from the way therion's whole body rolls against his, muscles lean and lithe, dexterous. his hand on jiaoqiu's hip is hot and steadying all at once, and jiaoqiu takes special care to really roll his hips up into each movement so therion can feel him full-bodied. already, he feels so full - the angle therion's got him at is so dangerously close to driving him up the wall, but he's not shifting to help get there. he likes this, likes the steady drag of therion's cock inside him, and the lava burn build up of arousal, rather than the flash flood.
just a little faster. he follows easily, and he whines a bit, needy, nosing at therion. tries to press their foreheads together, because he wants therion to hear his sounds in stereo, because he wants to be close enough to press their lips together when he starts to get close, because he wants both of them to come with their fingers laced together and their breath intermingled. he's getting there, his noise starting to turn a little pleading. ]
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so jiaoqiu, claws at his neck, holds therion - free spirit, untenable - in place, and he wants it there. there's another harsh, desperate breath and his pace goes erratic, briefly, throwing off the rhythm of their bodies moving together because it gets him. he recovers quickly, using the stutter to arch his hips back fully, head sliding out of him fully, catching on his rim before he picks it back up again. getting closer to him means he has to bump his hips up to make up for their height difference, to bend jiaoqiu a little more than he might normally, but the angle change's good here, too. curled over the top of him, in this tiny, intimate space, he meets him there. he presses his forehead to his, musses up his bangs, puts his ugly eye scar and his busted eye out there to be seen.
and that's intense enough that he breathes out on a thrust inwards, as he pulls jiaoqiu's hips up pressed close to him, and manages a just this side of desperate - ] God, fuck, Jiaoqiu -
[ for once. no noises, but that's desperation enough. it's need enough. he doesn't know what he's doing, praising him or asking for something or giving him something or all of the above, overwhelmed with a feeling of closeness that's extremely unfamiliar but wanted so badly, overwhelmed with their laced fingers and what it feels like to be safe, to be loved. ]
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but. he hears - something, in that breath, in his name, and he's not entirely sure what it is, but he's there too. he almost feels like he could cry, his world centered around the two of them, the sound of the bed squeaking under them, the rustling of the sheets, the sound of therion's skin sliding against his own, damp with sweat. chest to chest, heart to heart, with a trust that they've both built so solidly. his heart is pounding in his chest. he feels something so wildly bright and loving that it scares him a little, but he's so alive, he's never been more present.
and so he responds, they press their foreheads together and jiaoqiu catches sight of therion's scar, of another shared intimacy, and shakily his hand comes down around to rest his hand on therion's cheek, cupping it, keeping him there. it's not a kiss, but it's close enough, and it's just them in this small space, jiaoqiu's heart getting ahead of his mouth. ]
Good, that's it, you feel - oh, you're so good, darling, Therion -- [ he whispers, and he never really talks during sex but he can't help himself, he's hurtling towards a climax and he needs therion right there with him. breathlessly, voice as desperate as therion's, caught between calling his name and frantically telling him he's close, he's right there.
fall with him. it's okay, he'll catch therion when he does. ]
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which is good, because it's a good distraction from that little pet name. now there's something he hasn't heard before, and it almost knocks him on his ass. he's barely conscientious enough to realize it, but his face screws up a little against jiaoqiu's hand - forehead to forehead, breath mingling, his hand tightens where he's holding onto jiaoqiu's hips. therion won't come until he can push jiaoqiu over the edge, only because it's the final way his body tightens around him that's enough. he drives the pace, more, more, harder, and --
--and therion's the one to surge forward and kiss jiaoqiu, because it lets him muffle a tiny, desperate noise, a groan into his mouth, because that's the only way he can let himself do so, the only way he can let himself let go. he might never be coaxed into being so honest, but this is so much progress, to let himself be actually unraveled, to be as bare as he can possibly be beyond skin to skin. it is something loving - it's letting himself be loved, letting himself be caught. and it's terrifying, but thank god, therion can't think about that right now, either, because his vision briefly whites out when he finally does come, burying deep inside of jiaoqiu as he does. ]
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it's okay - he's right there with therion, there's no way he's lasting. he says he's close and it's maybe two seconds later that therion takes his mouth, and it's enough. the spark of heady, overwhelming heat of therion releasing inside him and the sound of the desperate noise swallowed up by his lips is enough to push him right over the edge, without even having to be touched. jiaoqiu comes with a gasping, stuttering moan, a garbled mess of keening noise and therion's name. makes an absolute mess of both their stomachs, his legs tightening around therion's waist to pull him in, press him as deep as he can go. stay. stay there. the pure, feral instinct that's taken over wants him to take, to claim, and he's not particularly inclined to argue it, body fuzzy and mind totally blank with the remaining dregs of pleasure. he leaves claw marks wherever he's gripping, at therion's back or his arm or whatever he grabs when he finishes.
and as they ride it out, shakily twitching his hips up with each pulse, jiaoqiu finally lets go of therion's hand, but only so he can hold him, instead. catch him, so to speak. he brings both arms around therion and clings, breathing him in. forehead to forehead, panting raggedly. he can barely catch his breath, whole body trembling with the aftershocks. one hand slides up therion's back and into his hair, just to tangle there loosely, to cradle him. ]
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