[ holy shit. well, he was provoking that reaction he saw, so true to form, jiaoqiu's responding to it, and the response is a little more than he was expecting. his head tilts naturally towards his when he steps in closer, cocked like a predatory animal despite the fact that he's the one caught in the grasp of a particularly sly fox at the moment. despite the fact that the growl should be concerning, for anyone else.
but, that's been part of the thrill many a time before, and it won't stop, now. the smug amusement remains, melding together with interest, and then all of a sudden, he's pinned up against the dresser - there's a short, sharp inhale of surprise that therion blows out on half of an exhale of a laugh. that much of an effect, huh.
his arms snake up between them so they're not trapped - he lays them over jiaoqiu's shoulders, stretching a bit to do so. the gauzy, sheer fabric of the arm sleeves brushes against any bit of exposed skin there could possibly be, and he lazily drapes both arms there, curling his fingers together behind his head, and tilting his own to make a little more room for that wandering tongue of his. ]
Huh. [ this 'huh' is playing at nonchalant, but he sounds clearly pleased. ] Not gonna let me undress myself?
[ like. he would. this is kind of a bluff because he'd probably find all that attention a little embarrassing, but he'll gamble it'll just rile jiaoqiu up more at the moment - those possessive instincts he's picking up on here are hard to miss. only you get to take the outfit off. ]
[ there's that trust there, always, between them. for as much as jiaoqiu growls and scratches and bites, he would never hurt therion in any real, significant way.
his tension eases when therion plays into all of this, and his caution starts to fade. good. his mind is already racing - it is insane how fast this stupid costume made all of his senses go out the window. he wants to put his tongue everywhere. he wants to ruin. therion might not be able to sell this costume after this, for a lot of reasons.
little fireworks go off in his brain at the idea of having therion strip for him, and he does really seem to consider it for a second, sucking hickeys bright and red against therion's shoulder, making the fading marks there from previous romps more visible. his breath comes out a little shivery at the sensation of the sheer, slippery fabric of therion's costume brushing against his face and neck as therion's arms settle. his trail of bites and kisses moves up, slow and intent until he stops below therion's ear, nosing at him. there are definitely some animal instincts he's getting lost in here, his chest rumbling low like a purr. ]
No. [ he says finally, dragging his hands up therion's sides, over the plane of his stomach, claws faintly running over his abdomen. ] I want to do it. Only me.
[ soft, heated, as he slips a hand under the silk top, tracing therion's chest: ]
[ that carefully built trust is also why therion lets jiaoqiu pin him in the first place. he could get out of this, if he wanted to, but he doesn't - not when jiaoqiu's looking at him like that, not when there's heat in his voice, not at the shortened, just this edge of slightly feral sentences from his typically eloquent fox. and definitely not at how each one of those hickies leaves a spark of sensation behind, something bright behind his eyelids.
there's a low laugh, as his head tilts a little further. jiaoqiu's voice is soft, heated and close in his ear, the exhale when he speaks making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in all the best ways, and he looks up at the ceiling over his head to hide the widening of his smirk, the glimmer of delight in his visible eye. ]
Apparently, so do you.
[ know how good he looks, at least. therion really didn't think about it when he put this on - it was mostly mortifying? primrose, - nor did he think about it when he was gathering information, but right now? sure, he can peacock a little. he's smug enough that it would be obnoxious in any other situation, but right now it's a weapon that he wields as well as a dagger.
as if drawn up by a string, he arches up into jiaoqiu's hand, from the claws that brush over old scars all the way to the hand under his shirt. no longer being careful, the coins and bells on the outfit jingle softly with the movement, the shift of soft fabric audible to hyperaware ears. the material itself has very little give - underneath, jiaoqiu can likely feel his heartbeat as he traces, picking up in speed. he doesn't have to do much, but just to emphasize, he winds a lock of jiaoqiu's hair around his clever fingers and pulls it lightly, almost teasing. ]
[ the jingling of the coins and bells makes him sigh out. he makes them make noise on purpose, shifting his hand under therion's top with a satisfied huff. he's kind of just - feeling therion up, shivering as his hand glides up therion's back, along the exposed skin, and then back down again. groping, too, grabbing at therion's ass and his chest, scratching lightly at his sides, his hips. it's clear he's holding back just enough, like he's trying to savor instead of just knocking therion to the ground to have his way with him. whatever the fuck this outfit awakened in him he's going to have to examine later, good god.
he likes the feeling of therion's heartbeat speeding up. he likes the way therion twirls his hair in his fingers, and he wants more of that. ]
I'm going to put my mouth a lot of places. [ he hums. bites therion's ear for good measure.
and he proceeds to do just that. he keeps therion up against the dresser for now, and continues leaving marks up and down therion's neck, trails down further. he has to hunch a little to reach, but he doesn't much care. he pushes that top up, running his tongue along therion's chest, over his pecs, biting here and there, hands dragging down therion's sides to rest on his warm skin. down he goes, eventually half crouching, half kneeling so that he can press his face against therion's stomach, his abs, breathing him in, kissing his way to therion's hipbones. there he pays special attention, inching the fabric of his pants down slightly to run his tongue along the groove, ending it in a bite.
behind him, his tail is swishing back and forth. his ears are fluttering every so often - maybe it's funny just how much jiaoqiu enjoys just touching, not even anything necessarily dirty just yet. erotic, maybe, but mostly just taking the time to kiss and bite every part of therion, his sun-warm, tanned skin. getting to touch what everybody else just had to look at. mine, he thinks, with a low rumble of a sound, and he tilts his head, mouthing at therion's cock through the fabric, breath hot and fingers digging into therion's hips. ]
[ somehow, him making the coins and bells make noise on purpose is kind of funny - like a cat playing with a toy, or maybe a fox? really firing on all cylinders, here, huh. he thinks to himself, the smug little smirk somehow getting worse, followed with a huff of a laugh and a spark of heat at the bite on his ear, a sensitive spot, hot breath on silver piercings, though it's not like there's much time for that.
he generally likes when jiaoqiu claws at him when they're in bed, but it's especially hot right now. there's a hint of danger to it, safe as it might be, and the sharp sensation always gets a reaction out of him, always leaves lines of tingling heat behind. bites are just as good, and he often eggs them on, enough that the hickies jiaoqiu leaves behind often have the imprint of teeth for a day in them, too. even being caged in is setting off that adrenaline danger sense, solely because jiaoqiu's so much taller than him, and it makes it feel even more intimate in the tiny space placed between them.
this is more exploratory than their usual, somehow fast-paced and slow all at once, and he lets himself be dragged into jiaoqiu's pace, lets the trace of his hands and the wet warmth of his tongue start to rile him up, too. the top comes up, fabric bunching up under his arms and baring the long expanse of his tan skin to be touched, baring old bruises and hickies left behind by jiaoqiu's mouth. and, like always, he's quiet, but his eyes flutter and his body moves along with jiaoqiu's, arching up, flushing pink with enough attention. the hand in his hair snarls when he bites him somewhere therion likes it, his hips twitching with a jingle noise, his short nails scratching in against his scalp to get a better grip as his breath speeds up and he presses himself back against the dresser and then forward, occasionally getting in his way as he touches just to be a brat. these movements are not nearly as practiced as his silent infiltration - each twitch gets that soft, jingly noise until he realizes what's happening, and it stops.
by the time he's made his way down, therion's hard in the loose pants of the costume, undeniably affected by this feral behavior, and when jiaoqiu's paying attention to the bony curve of his hips, he can likely feel the way, subtly, he rolls forward, seeking out a little friction despite mostly meeting open air. he can find that the waist belt is of equally high quality as the rest - on either side, delicate, thin gold chains of bells highlight his thighs, swooping downwards midway, designed to raise up on a twirl, but making an excellent place to slide your hands under, to tug and pull on if you so wanted to do, too.
he exhales out hard when jiaoqiu mouths at him, and there's a soft thunk as his head hits the back of the dresser - therion's fingers flex in his hair, slide through the pink strands once or twice in a wordless "good, good" as he lets out a breathless, low laugh. ]
Your tail's wagging. [ he can't help himself but be a little shitty. if he had one, it'd probably be wagging too? he can't just say he looks good like this, even though he does. ]
[ it's really that he just likes making sure that therion knows he's being seen - jingling the pieces of his costume emphasizes that. jiaoqiu is paying attention, he's very present, and he is all in on just working therion up until he doesn't think about being quiet first.
the little interruptions, therion getting in his way as he makes his way down, make him growl - makes him bite in places he's not intending to. but mostly? he's reactive. therion scritches his nails against his scalp, he yanks his hair, and jiaoqiu sighs out hot breaths against his skin as a reward, arching up into the touch. there's something pleased and fueled by the fact that therion seems to like this as much as he does - he was a little worried, but the fact that therion's hard and squirming in his grip makes him sink down further into claiming territory.
and when therion points out that his tail is wagging, he grumbles. ]
You smell good.
[ that's his excuse and he is sticking to it. his voice is low and a little huffy, but he doesn't stop. instead, he brings his hand up to curl into one side of that belt and tugs therion's hips forward just enough, almost like a preview. his left ear flicks at the sound it makes, and for a moment he considers just leaving therion's pants on, coaxing therion into coming on the pretty fabric, but his mind wanders elsewhere.
he's going to see if this belt can be disconnected from the pants, because he can't stop thinking about fucking therion in as much of this outfit as he possibly can. whether it's jiaoqiu topping or bottoming, he doesn't care, he just wants it on. he investigates as he absently noses at therion through the fabric and then up, pressing kisses against the skin peeking out from the curve of the waistband. ]
[ he has yet to realize entirely how claiming this kind of thing currently is, but this goes a long way to ease him into it, because this is all very, very hot - the growls when he gets in the way, included, and he wants to egg that on, but there's not quite enough time with jiaoqiu pulling on him like that.
his hips jump as he's manhandled, because that's definitely unusual, and therion lets out a - ] Hah. [ noise that might be a laugh at jiaoqiu's grumbling, or it could just be a rough, thrilled exhale, nearly drowned out by the chimes of the waist piece that rattle again when he moves out of sheer instinct instead of purposeful movement. grin a little wild, his actual, meant to be snarky response comes out more breathless than he likes: ] Yeah, sure.
[ as for the belt!! feeling around, jiaoqiu can find it's held into place just by a simple ribbon tie at the back of his pants - primrose tied it in a bow, unbeknownst to him - but it does come off easily beyond that. just an accessory. he seems to figure out what he's doing as he investigates, and therion arches up a little further, purposefully pressing up into the friction that comes from having him so close like a brat, especially now that he's moved the wet pressure of his mouth off of his dick? rude? typical thief, always have to take.
and typical thief, in that he can't really keep his hands still. he finds jiaoqiu's side braid, a personal favorite, and digs his fingers into that, too, fucking it up with his hands and giving a little pull. no, come back here. ]
[ oh, he likes that breathlessness. a little hum of content escapes him when therion responds, and he rewards him with a bite, leaving a sizeable mark against his hip. he runs his tongue over it after, like an apology maybe, except he's not really all that sorry. therion's going to be a mess of marks under his clothes after all this.
the sound of the bells and coins jingling is going to be a pavlov thing for him, he's realizing. oh well.
jiaoqiu lets out another growl when therion fucks up his braid - but he doesn't seem to mind all that much, nor does he mind that therion keeps squirming to try and get friction. he's been there, first of all. he allows therion to tug him back over, and this time, as he's absently licking at therion's dick over the fabric, his hands are busy. he unties the belt, and then reties it around therion's waist, unattached to the pants and just hanging out there. the accessory settles against his skin instead, prettily.
from there, jiaoqiu slides his fingers over and under the waistband, and drags the costume down just enough to get at skin. he doesn't let the costume go far, just around therion's thighs, just under his ass, and takes therion in hand, stroking him idly as he readjusts, settling on his knees. really, he's probably a nice sight, on his knees in front of therion, hair mussed, gold eyes molten hot, mouth open just enough to be inviting. he likes it when therion takes, so - take, his expression says, as he rests the head of therion's cock on his tongue, sliding forward slow.
his mouth can do all the work, he thinks. he is going to get his hands into the fabric, dragging his palms up therion's still clothed thighs. ]
[ there is a very brief moment where therion raises an eyebrow down at jiaoqiu as he's doing this - when the belt is not in fact removed - and he looks a little judgy, the really? there without a single syllable out of his mouth. he has to adjust for the thing, taking into account where it falls on his body so he doesn't end up jangling it too much out of his sheer instincts, the need to move as quiet as a hunting cat in all moments of his life. there's a marked difference to his hot skin and the just slightly cool texture of the metal, but it's not an altogether unwelcome feeling, and.
well, he can't be judgy for long. especially not with jiaoqiu on his knees, looking for all the world like a cat (no, a fox) in heat. it'll be funny later when it's not so attractive, not when jiaoqiu's mouth is practically begging for him, a reminder from many a prior experience. he's pretty good at giving head, and the deja vu of sensation has him easily shifting, planting his heels down and shifting his feet apart as much as he can - the way jiaoqiu's half peeled him out of the pants means he really can't move all that much, which he'd find a lot more annoying if he wasn't focused more on the slide of jiaoqiu's mouth around his cock. between the dresser and the presence in front of him, the half undressed nature of his costume, he's kind of trapped, which comes with its own set of feelings - he's trapped, right now, because he's allowing himself to be.
therion hisses through his teeth when jiaoqiu takes him in his mouth, head staying back against the dresser and hands sliding into his hair, fucking up the braid on the other side to match the first. he can meet him there, can absolutely take a hint, and his hips slide forward, easily, following the contour of jiaoqiu's tongue and pulling on his hair, tugging him along. testing the waters, so to speak, if only because he would love to fuck into his mouth with reckless abandon, but he's got at least a shred of common decency, no matter how good that feels.
the rock of his hips does get another faint jingle noise, though now that it's set at its his waist, less so, not while he's still being careful (ish) - it's sort of a background sensation, much like the fabric of the costume, a distant silky slide compared to jiaoqiu's mouth, though the feeling is nice. nicest for jiaoqiu, likely - the taut tenseness of therion's thigh muscles can be felt easily through the silky fabric, from a lifetime of jumping and running, and he can feel them twitch when he delves deeper into his mouth, the way the pleasure shocks up his spine nearly made physical. ]
[ listen, sometimes a fox wants to have some decoration on his meal, okay, no judgement,
in any case, therion follows along beautifully, and jiaoqiu lets out a sigh of pleasure, high and soft, almost a moan. he doesn't close his eyes, just lets them ease to slits as he watches therion cant his hips forward. the decency is nice, sweet, but absolutely unneeded, and he lets therion know that pretty quickly. he slides down, as far as he can go - he wants to bury his face against therion's stomach, he wants to have all of his senses filled. when he pulls back, he takes a shuddery breath and sinks back down, bobbing his head as his tongue glides over sensitive, hot skin. his ears tilt back, but it's not out of anxiety or fear; it's focus, the zen of opening his throat and letting therion do whatever he wants.
it's the twitch of his thighs, the muscles shifting under the fabric, that makes jiaoqiu have to shift where he's kneeling. his pants are uncomfortably tight, and all his fur is standing up on end from how aroused he is to do this.
he digs his fingers into therion's hip with one hand, fingers sliding around to just like, shamelessly grab therion's ass. the other reaches back up to yank at the belt, tugging therion forward with a jingling noise. go ahead, this is his permission to use his mouth however he wants to. therion knows how jiaoqiu likes it, considering he's got his hands tangled in jiaoqiu's hair.
if therion needs to get out of his pants further in order to get a good angle, jiaoqiu lets him, but he makes unhappy growling sounds about it. it's fine. at least the belt is still there. ]
good! good. it's never exactly gentle when they go at it - very, very rarely, save for one time, with laced fingers and a little desperation that still makes him burn when he thinks about it - and rough and wild is how he prefers it, and what he wants to give into. for his patience, he's rewarded with watching jiaoqiu's mouth work around his dick, which is always hot, watching him take him down to the hilt.
the yank startles him - it's the noise more than anything, and there's a jolt of undeniable arousal when he pulls like that, cock jumping in jiaoqiu's mouth at the sensation, because fuck, that's good. he's a fan of getting manhandled, too, a much better context for a very familiar experience, and he swears, digging the hands in his hair in harder. the unhappy growling would make him laugh, does get a brief sickle of a smirk to flicker across his face as he makes the connection for why, but it really does not last because he's also growling around his cock and that's really hot.
so instead, his breath shudders, and as he arches his hips backwards, he pulls nearly out of his mouth entirely, watches the sight of him with his ears back and his eyes half lidded, and then thrusts his hips forward, gliding down his tongue, the wet, perfect heat of his throat and the way it wraps around him. therion exhales harshly again, and this time the movement's a little less controlled as he starts to pulse forward, picking up the jangling sound with each thrust inwards. he pushes back into the hand on his ass, and then back out, raking his nails against jiaoqiu's scalp in his pleasure, using the grip he has on his hair to move his head so he doesn't have to move his hips as much. the teamwork between them means the costume can stay where it is, for now, silk bunched under jiaoqiu's hands. ]
[ that one time was special - jiaoqiu thinks about it sometimes still, thinks about the warmth of it, the way that it felt more like love than anything else they've done. but right now, he wants base instinct. he wants to use and be used, and the gentleness can come after. right now, therion grips his hair hard enough to actually hurt, and jiaoqiu shudders, eyes clouded over with want. this is a form of love, too, in a way - with how much he loves therion's body and how much he likes to make therion feel good.
and how much he likes to feel good himself, even. he squirms when therion twitches in his mouth - it takes a lot of effort not to let go of therion to shove a hand down his own pants. he only manages to resist because therion gives them a rhythm to work to and he wants to put all his effort into it. his own arousal takes a backseat for a moment as he loosens up, as he lets therion slide all the way out, and then push back in far enough to make him choke, slightly. not enough to stop him, though - there's a low growl in every breath that he lets out, gripping at the silk, rucking it up as he gropes at therion, drags his palms over skin and fabric, as his claws leave indents at his thighs. he lets therion rock roughly in and out of his mouth, swallowing around him, letting his tongue swirl around him when he can, following the way therion pushes his head down to meet his hips, wet and messy and slick.
if his fingers drag down, absently stroking over his entrance, like he's thinking about how he could press his fingers inside if he had the right prep - it's brief. it could be missed, just a motion of jiaoqiu adjusting his grip to make sure therion's stance doesn't get knocked askew by the pace.
maybe part of the appeal here is that jiaoqiu looks like he finds this as hot as therion does - when he manages to meet therion's gaze, with his lips wrapped around the base of therion's cock, he's a little blissed out, cheeks flushed and ears trembling slightly with the effort. and unlike previous times, he doesn't seem inclined to stop. his tail flicks against the ground behind him as he meets each rock of therion's hips, as he lets tiny moans vibrate around therion, only drowned out by the jingle of the belt. ]
[ god, fuck that feels good. that's his basal instinct, and the more wild that jiaoqiu gets with this, the more it spurs him on to do the same. jiaoqiu really looks good like this, all flushed red and used mouth, the way he's trembling, the way he can see his fur fluffed out in his peripheral vision. hearing him choke sends a flare of heat down his spine, curling in his stomach, because he knows exactly how that feels, how the edge of pain can be so hot when it's right, how getting your senses filled up like that can make something sing. that, and the tight, wet heat of his throat is irresistible, how the spasm when he swallows squeezes in all the right places.
therion's breath catches and he exhales out- ] Fuck, Jiaoqiu, you - [ whatever he's going to say is cut off, as he feels the pass of his fingers press to his entrance, and it's a familiar feeling and an unfamiliar one all at once. it startles him, his back arching, the bells and coins making a sharp, bright noise as his hips snap back almost automatically towards his fingertips, and then forward again, back into the heat of his mouth. it's overwhelming, so overwhelming that a noise chokes out of his mouth, nearly drowned out by the stupid belt.
there's no time to think about it, thankfully, no time to be embarrassed as he slams his hips back down his throat, the jingling getting louder as he starts to lose control of his movements. jiaoqiu looking up gets him an eyeful of therion with his face screwed up briefly in pleasure, eyes shut and mouth open, breathing harshly, flushed bright red - when he opens his visible eye, it's pitch dark, and the sight of jiaoqiu like that makes him twitch again, makes him pull at his hair to bring him off of his length and then back down, just how he likes it, using his mouth to get off with the selfish abandon of a thief. ]
Fuck, fuck - [ only, despite the selfish abandon, he swears as he moves, pushes his heel outwards the best that he can as jiaoqiu as trapped him and presses the inside of his foot against the front of jiaoqiu's pants, giving him something to grind up against that isn't just open air. ]
[ that's exactly what it is - it's borderline, the sensation of pleasure and pain so close together that he can barely tell the difference. he's always liked to hurt, as bad as it sounds; food so spicy it makes his eyes water, claws down his back, a fist wrapped in his hair and a bruising pace, his face pressed into a mattress or a wall. this, with his jaw starting to ache, his scalp tingling. it's perfect. all of his nerves are high strung and bright, being plucked every time therion swears, every time his back arches.
and fucking god, the way he arches when jiaoqiu's fingers pass over his entrance does not go unnoticed, and jiaoqiu feels a little insane at the thought, drunk on sensation. his mind is so focused on this, but he gets little flashes of imagination, of what therion might look like in his stupid dancer top, writhing on fingers pressed inside him, and jiaoqiu growls, low and possessive. his fur's standing up on end, his body is alight, and he does not even care how he looks, letting therion make a mess of his mouth, obediently swallowing around him every time he hits the back of his throat. he can taste him, and their scents are mingled and strong in his nose, and the feeling of the silk, warm from the friction of jiaoqiu scrunching it in his hands, from it rubbing against therion's skin, the way when he looks therion is panting, flushed and red - all of it is overwhelming as fuck.
he shudders from head to toe at the sound of therion's breathless voice calling his name. it's always such a reward to hear therion lose it, and jiaoqiu's breath is harsh as he takes what therion is giving him, dizzy with arousal. and at first, he doesn't notice that therion's shifted his foot, but therion yanks his head down and jiaoqiu scoots forward on his knees just enough, and accidentally finds a bit of friction.
the little desperate noise he makes is much louder than he intends for it to be, and instinctively he tilts his hips forward, pressing up against his foot. it's absolutely not a good angle and it's not very satisfying at all, but he takes it, trembling hips pushing against therion's foot to try and get some sort of relief. when he opens his eyes again, he's totally lost in it, staring up at therion with an inviting look. down his throat or on his face, he's asking for it - he's not going to stop therion, if this is how therion wants to come. he's not done with him, either way. ]
[ the pace of his hips gets messier, faster - the coins and bells jingle along with it, now completely forgotten in favor of how good jiaoqiu's mouth feels, nearly drowning out the sounds of his harsh breathing, the way his chest heaves, the rucked up fabric starting to fall back down from how much he's moving, covering absolutely nothing and too much all at the same time.
and it's a combination of things. it's the growl, again, it's the way his tongue catches against the head of his cock when he pulls back out and in, the way no matter how hot and heavy he pushes into his mouth, jiaoqiu takes it - the desperate, loud noise he makes, totally unspooled in a matter of minutes, and the absolutely obscene look on his face when therion looks down at him, his bad eye closed, chancing the look down at him through hazy pleasure and building heat.
it's so worth it. he watches jiaoqiu take his cock head to hilt with that look on his face, and his shoulders spasm, hips snapping forward and hands curling hard in his hair, nails and knuckles. there's another hissed, violent swear, and everything tightens, and then like a bowstring, as he thrusts his hips into jiaoqiu's mouth and down his throat, he releases, hard, the force of it nearly whiting out his vision. it's not perfectly clean; the majority hits his mouth, but he's chasing the pleasure and a messy stripe of come, two, streak across jiaoqiu's very pretty face.
it's a hell of a look, or at least he'll think so when he's not about two seconds from going weak at the knees. one of the hands in jiaoqiu's hair comes free out of sheer necessity, and he grabs onto the edge of the dresser and leans against it, breathing hard, still mostly dressed and feeling pleasure drive through him in waves as he comes back to earth, head tilting up to the ceiling. fuck. ]
[ a flare of heat bursts and crawls down through his body, all over, makes him tense, when therion comes. with a moan that sounds more like a whimper than anything, jiaoqiu takes it, digging his fingers into therion's hips so tightly he might leave pinpricks. it is absolutely overwhelming for his foxian senses to be surrounded by this much taste, smell and sound, and he is trembling with it, jerking slightly as therion comes on his face.
but it doesn't stop him from working therion through it. he moves back just enough to let the head of his length rest against his lips, lapping gently at the head, his hand sliding over to stroke therion through the aftershocks, slow, warm and steady.
and then, in the aftermath of everything, as therion sinks against the dresser, jiaoqiu breathes out a very quiet laugh. it's shivery and absolutely breathless, and it's clear he's very satisfied with himself as he falls back to sit instead of kneel. he does not even for a second try to wipe his face; instead, he just catches his breath. if he looked debauched before, he looks thoroughly filthy now, hand coming up to brush the back of his hand against his mouth. his pupils are blown and he's flushed and his face is painted with white, but he's patient, rubbing the silk of therion's pants with his fingers, like he wants to bury himself in it. ]
[ good god - if jiaoqiu's overwhelmed, so is therion, taking a long moment to calm the buzzing in his ears as he half collapses back against the dresser. the way he laps at his head makes him twitch, his hips shuddering enough to rattle the stupid belt again, dazed.
after a long, long moment, where he's pretty sure if he speaks it's not going to sound totally, completely stupid - or at least, where his braincells are working properly, therion lets his head fall back forward, heavily, and actually looks at jiaoqiu.
and boy, what a sight he is. there's a twist of something in his gut at the sight, and therion opens his mouth - but staring at him, the first thing that comes out of it is, dazed, a little hysteric, but definitely not complaining, is a blurted out - ] What the fuck.
[ and then a half laugh, at himself and also at jiaoqiu and the fact that he came in the door and just jumped him and there's a joke he could make about foxes in heat, but he's too stunned and hot all over to even put the words together properly to make them. instead, he kind of half absently runs a hand over where he ruined jiaoqiu's cute braid in a half assed pet, and then tries to put himself together enough to thumb away some of the mess on his cheek, and mutter, again, what the fuck, fluff. ]
[ the what the fuck gets his tail to wag slightly, embarrassingly enough.
he also leans up into therion's hand, eyes fluttering shut. when he speaks, his voice is delightfully wrecked, rough from use. ]
You - you look good. [ he says, his usual eloquent speech failing him. that really is a big part of it, therion is small and bony and rough, but seeing his exposed midriff made jiaoqiu's brain explode. he just looked at therion in this outfit and wanted to put his mouth on every inch of his skin. a beat. there's a little more to it though, and he looks slightly embarrassed as he explains. ]
I... other people can look, but I'm the only one that gets to touch.
[ his ear flicks, and - well, listen, he doesn't have enough blood to go to his face, really, it's all down south, but he is pink-cheeked, admitting this. it really is just that he thought about other people touching therion in this outfit and got fucking insanely possessive-horny about it. or, y'know, still is, he's just taking a second. ]
[ this response gets him to like - laugh, again, a breathless catch of something genuinely amused. ]
Yeah. Heard you the first time.
[ because when jiaoqiu repeats himself, like it's all he can really think about, it's really starting to hit therion exactly how much this might have set him off. jiaoqiu's usually got plenty to say - occasionally to the point of being obnoxious - but there's nothing like that here, just that kind of dazed, pink cheeked want still written all over his face. god. his refractory time is just not as good as jiaoqiu's, he's gonna need a few minutes, but fuck if his hormones don't give their damndest at this fucked out response.
he adjusts how he's standing - reaches for the waistband of his pants to tug them back up so he's not hobbled, and then gives into the heavy weight of wanting to come down to join him on one knee. sheesh. ]
Never thought something like that would get you that riled up. [ you learn something new every day? he is still amused. all embarrassment is gone forever, especially now that he's come once and feeling particularly good. now that he's down this close, therion can really see the mess he made of jiaoqiu's face - he's not even complaining about it, that's how he knows he's down bad - and it makes some equally terrible instinct deeply pleased, that same possessive feeling of mine. god knows he's got the ability to ruin, if nothing else.
he takes his jaw in his hand, not particularly gently, and thumbs away a little bit more of the mess near his mouth, gaze flicking down between them, looking briefly thoughtful. maybe the rest of it can stay, for now. ]
... Should go sit. [ he gestures up with his chin over at the bed, behind them. ] Go on.
[ his tail keeps going when therion crouches down in front of him, and when therion takes his jaw, his breath catches. he lets him wipe the mess away, but he's so in it right now that he's fine with leaving the rest there. it's likely that once he's post orgasm he's going to throw a small fit about being covered and demand a shower, but that's not the case now. he's reveling in the mutual mine that's going on back and forth here.
a beat. ]
I didn't either. [ he admits, sheepish, because if someone asked him if he'd be into therion in a dancer costume he probably would have answered he had no real strong opinion. clearly he was wrong!
but - therion tells him to go sit, and jiaoqiu absently bites his lip before doing as he's told. he stands up, wobbly, and goes to sit on the edge of the bed. for now, he doesn't touch himself, because he's curious to see what therion is going to do. and also, he gets to see therion walking towards him still wearing the silk and that drives him crazy. ]
[ not me being forced to touch grass and be social and just wanting to tag this
anyway. there's a brief huff, a glimmer of amusement across his green eyes, because he just knows jiaoqiu's going to have a fit about this later, just as much as he finds it exceedingly funny that that this affected him so bad. that, and watching him wobble across the room - weak kneed and clearly turned on, biting his lip - gets him thinking, too. he very briefly entertains the idea of sneaking up behind him as he walks and pushing him face first down into the mattress, just because he can, taking him like that while he's unsuspecting, but he needs more refractory time than jiaoqiu typically does, and... besides. he's got a plan.
so. he waits for jiaoqiu to settle, watching him like an alert predator - still flushed pink, still disheveled, but back to his senses in a matter of minutes. he doesn't move again until jiaoqiu's settled, until he knows jiaoqiu is watching.
and then, slowly, he rises. the motion is sinuous and smooth - clearly over his jelly legs from a few minutes ago, and he sets his hands on his thighs as he comes up, rolling from hips to shoulders as he does, making the bells jingle with the motion again, drawing attention to the thin cut of his waist. from there, he prowls across the room, this time silent - holding eye contact, moving like a predator, watching jiaoqiu like a hawk.
and then, once he gets there, therion leans close to him, and then, suddenly, turns around. and slowly, sinuously, easily, rolls his hips down to sit in his lap, facing away from him, back arching, rolling up to his shoulders, waist belt ringing with the slow, seductive moment. oozing confidence, and lolls his head back to make a little space for jiaoqiu if he wants to put his face or his mouth on his bare shoulder. ]
jiaoqiu is struggling, here. he's so turned on it hurts, and when he gets to the bed he has to really just dig his fingers into the mattress so he doesn't grab at anything. yet. because therion stands, and jiaoqiu watches with wide, gold eyes, mouth open slightly. he doesn't look away, ears pinning back again in that focused way, and his claws dig into the fabric of the bedspread underneath him. there's an attempt at words, but he gives up after a second, and doesn't even bother trying again when therion settles in his lap, breath catching.
immediately he buries his face against therion's neck - kind of just mushes against the skin there for a moment because he wants to breathe him in, and then shifts to mouth at it instead, not biting yet but pressing soft kisses along the bare line. his hands come around and rest on therion's hips, gripping a little tightly. it's clear how keyed up he is, even just from this - he's rock hard in his pants and he can't help but grind up a little against therion's ass, instinctive, muffling the sound he makes against therion's neck. two parts of him are fighting - the part that likes it when therion gets like this, confident, hunting, and the part that wants to press that smug face down into the mattress until all he's capable of doing is begging. there's effort happening here, an effort to make sure that jiaoqiu sits still.
his hips, anyway. jiaoqiu's hand glides up from therion's hip to his stomach, to that exposed midriff, palm resting warm there. his breathing is uneven, hot. ]
[ perfect. that's what he wants - he wants to feel that grind, wants to keep pushing a clearly still very riled jiaoqiu even further over the edge. that's the whole point of this exercise - of putting this stupid little outfit to use. if it's gonna drive jiaoqiu that nuts, he might as well flaunt it. he's no primrose, not even close, but he can move.
so. as jiaoqiu presses up against him, therion leans back, a hot line of pressure up against his chest, stomach, arching up into the hands on his hips, running his hands down to rest on top of jiaoqiu's so the sheer fabric on the sleeves brushes against jiaoqiu's arms. the silk material rustles - the smugness never fades, his voice low as he turns his head to talk in one of those fluffy ears since he's bowed over to kiss his shoulder. ]
Think I made a convincing dancer. [ low, soft - his voice barely just a rumble. ] Made some coin on my way out.
[ this is clearly taunting - he did not do that, but watching jiaoqiu get all riled and possessive, he can't help but egg him on, cocky smirk firmly on his face, leaking in every word out of his mouth - in the way he rolls his hips in a circle, grinding back against jiaoqiu on purpose, slow, so he can feel every inch, so the bells around his waist clink together with every inch he rolls, feeling the hot line of his cock through the thin fabric. he's not quite there yet, but the longer this goes on, the longer it'll serve therion, too.
at the moment, he's clearly fully on board with being smug, unaware of any intentions otherwise, but likely making them worse.]
[ oh, that's the way to do it, honestly. if therion wants a feral jiaoqiu, this is how he gets it - the way therion rolls his body up against jiaoqiu makes all of his senses shriek. the sensation of the sheer fabric of the sleeves brushing over his forearms is already insanity inducing, but it's the turn of therion's head to murmur into his ear that does it.
jiaoqiu's grip tightens, and the growl he lets out is a little less human than the others. it's a rumbling, heated sound, something that he lets leak out around the teeth in therion's neck, biting down sharply. he doesn't quite mean to draw blood, but he does, yanking therion down by the hips to meet him. somewhere, he knows that therion is riling him up on purpose, but in the moment the idea of someone else slipping a coin into therion's hand, looking over him, maybe even touching him - it makes jiaoqiu want to rub his scent all over therion so everybody knows they're not allowed close. he's already half doing it, abandoning the bite to press his nose and mouth against therion's jaw and throat, inadvertently rubbing the remaining mess on his face everywhere. unfortunately he's so lost in the sauce that their mixed scents just makes it worse.
the rock of his hips up against therion's ass is rough. there's intent there, like if they weren't clothed, he'd just press right inside. as it is, he's twitching against therion, hands dragging hot all over therion's torso - sliding up the plane of his abs and under that top again, rucking it up, and then back down, raking his nails down his ribs, back down to his hips. face mostly pressed to therion's bare shoulder and the nape of his neck, breathing harsh, jiaoqiu guides therion's hips with his hands, helping him roll them properly, fingers half tangled in the silky fabric of his pants. he's hot, sweating a little, overheating in his own jacket and slacks. his increasingly ruined slacks, really.
the sound of the bells gently tinkling every time jiaoqiu pushes up makes his ear flick violently, and he's about two seconds from his patience snapping entirely. he's barely hanging onto it, but any more teasing and he's going to throw therion on the bed and pin him down, and therion probably will be able to tell, the way his entire body is tense and coiled. ]
that feral little growl makes his adrenaline spark, from a low heat to a full flame, sends heat flaring straight down his spine and down to his groin - the feral behavior makes it even hotter. the bite gets a sharp grunt and then a pleased hiss, and he can feel the blood trickling down his shoulder, can feel the wet smear of mess somewhere under his jaw, combined with the pressure of jiaoqiu's yank. rough and hard like they always do, but the positioning is different. the intensity is different, unmatched, and he lets out a rough, half almost laugh, pleased that he was successful just as much as he's pleased to have jiaoqiu losing it at his back.
it's hard to be as smug as before, mostly because he gets rattled around as he starts guiding him, and because all those sensations become overwhelming. he arches and presses into the heat of jiaoqiu's hands, into his nails, letting them sear red scratches down his tan skin, bumping over the bonier places and the more defined muscles, over hickies left in his initial attack over by the dresser, marked up all over with every second that passes. his breath comes harsher against his ear as he rocks again, shoulders to chest to hips, top to bottom, the coins on the wrinkled, barely still on top jingling first, waterfalling down to his waist, rhythmic and bright as he slides his hands up again, his chest rising under jiaoqiu's fingers, heartbeat fluttering and quick. the blood is starting to rush down to his groin, stirring the heat from before, half hard in the soft, silky fabric that pulls when jiaoqiu tangles his fingers. that, and he can feel the friction starting to build up when jiaoqiu rocks his hips, feel the way he's ruining the front of his pants, and he does absolutely nothing to make that any easier. sometimes, your kind of boyfriend proves your opinion that you are mostly hot shit, and sometimes, you just gotta give him a little bit of a lap dance to make him lose it because of it.
but, therion tenuously holds onto the reins of control for now, solely because of his own success - trying not to grin, he rolls his hips against jiaoqiu's, going along with his quicker pace and then, against the grip of his hands, slowing agonizingly down, feeling every inch of that rough intent in a burn of familiarity. a little fighting back, a little less easy give - in fact, he leans away from jiaoqiu, the arch of his back, the silvery little silk pieces at the back of his neck that slide straight down his half bared muscles highlighted as he bends forward, and starts to lift his hips up and off of him, like he might get up. the tension underneath him's begging to be messed with, just a little. ]
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but, that's been part of the thrill many a time before, and it won't stop, now. the smug amusement remains, melding together with interest, and then all of a sudden, he's pinned up against the dresser - there's a short, sharp inhale of surprise that therion blows out on half of an exhale of a laugh. that much of an effect, huh.
his arms snake up between them so they're not trapped - he lays them over jiaoqiu's shoulders, stretching a bit to do so. the gauzy, sheer fabric of the arm sleeves brushes against any bit of exposed skin there could possibly be, and he lazily drapes both arms there, curling his fingers together behind his head, and tilting his own to make a little more room for that wandering tongue of his. ]
Huh. [ this 'huh' is playing at nonchalant, but he sounds clearly pleased. ] Not gonna let me undress myself?
[ like. he would. this is kind of a bluff because he'd probably find all that attention a little embarrassing, but he'll gamble it'll just rile jiaoqiu up more at the moment - those possessive instincts he's picking up on here are hard to miss. only you get to take the outfit off. ]
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his tension eases when therion plays into all of this, and his caution starts to fade. good. his mind is already racing - it is insane how fast this stupid costume made all of his senses go out the window. he wants to put his tongue everywhere. he wants to ruin. therion might not be able to sell this costume after this, for a lot of reasons.
little fireworks go off in his brain at the idea of having therion strip for him, and he does really seem to consider it for a second, sucking hickeys bright and red against therion's shoulder, making the fading marks there from previous romps more visible. his breath comes out a little shivery at the sensation of the sheer, slippery fabric of therion's costume brushing against his face and neck as therion's arms settle. his trail of bites and kisses moves up, slow and intent until he stops below therion's ear, nosing at him. there are definitely some animal instincts he's getting lost in here, his chest rumbling low like a purr. ]
No. [ he says finally, dragging his hands up therion's sides, over the plane of his stomach, claws faintly running over his abdomen. ] I want to do it. Only me.
[ soft, heated, as he slips a hand under the silk top, tracing therion's chest: ]
You know how good you look.
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there's a low laugh, as his head tilts a little further. jiaoqiu's voice is soft, heated and close in his ear, the exhale when he speaks making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in all the best ways, and he looks up at the ceiling over his head to hide the widening of his smirk, the glimmer of delight in his visible eye. ]
Apparently, so do you.
[ know how good he looks, at least. therion really didn't think about it when he put this on - it was mostly mortifying? primrose, - nor did he think about it when he was gathering information, but right now? sure, he can peacock a little. he's smug enough that it would be obnoxious in any other situation, but right now it's a weapon that he wields as well as a dagger.
as if drawn up by a string, he arches up into jiaoqiu's hand, from the claws that brush over old scars all the way to the hand under his shirt. no longer being careful, the coins and bells on the outfit jingle softly with the movement, the shift of soft fabric audible to hyperaware ears. the material itself has very little give - underneath, jiaoqiu can likely feel his heartbeat as he traces, picking up in speed. he doesn't have to do much, but just to emphasize, he winds a lock of jiaoqiu's hair around his clever fingers and pulls it lightly, almost teasing. ]
Gonna put your money where your mouth is?
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he likes the feeling of therion's heartbeat speeding up. he likes the way therion twirls his hair in his fingers, and he wants more of that. ]
I'm going to put my mouth a lot of places. [ he hums. bites therion's ear for good measure.
and he proceeds to do just that. he keeps therion up against the dresser for now, and continues leaving marks up and down therion's neck, trails down further. he has to hunch a little to reach, but he doesn't much care. he pushes that top up, running his tongue along therion's chest, over his pecs, biting here and there, hands dragging down therion's sides to rest on his warm skin. down he goes, eventually half crouching, half kneeling so that he can press his face against therion's stomach, his abs, breathing him in, kissing his way to therion's hipbones. there he pays special attention, inching the fabric of his pants down slightly to run his tongue along the groove, ending it in a bite.
behind him, his tail is swishing back and forth. his ears are fluttering every so often - maybe it's funny just how much jiaoqiu enjoys just touching, not even anything necessarily dirty just yet. erotic, maybe, but mostly just taking the time to kiss and bite every part of therion, his sun-warm, tanned skin. getting to touch what everybody else just had to look at. mine, he thinks, with a low rumble of a sound, and he tilts his head, mouthing at therion's cock through the fabric, breath hot and fingers digging into therion's hips. ]
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he generally likes when jiaoqiu claws at him when they're in bed, but it's especially hot right now. there's a hint of danger to it, safe as it might be, and the sharp sensation always gets a reaction out of him, always leaves lines of tingling heat behind. bites are just as good, and he often eggs them on, enough that the hickies jiaoqiu leaves behind often have the imprint of teeth for a day in them, too. even being caged in is setting off that adrenaline danger sense, solely because jiaoqiu's so much taller than him, and it makes it feel even more intimate in the tiny space placed between them.
this is more exploratory than their usual, somehow fast-paced and slow all at once, and he lets himself be dragged into jiaoqiu's pace, lets the trace of his hands and the wet warmth of his tongue start to rile him up, too. the top comes up, fabric bunching up under his arms and baring the long expanse of his tan skin to be touched, baring old bruises and hickies left behind by jiaoqiu's mouth. and, like always, he's quiet, but his eyes flutter and his body moves along with jiaoqiu's, arching up, flushing pink with enough attention. the hand in his hair snarls when he bites him somewhere therion likes it, his hips twitching with a jingle noise, his short nails scratching in against his scalp to get a better grip as his breath speeds up and he presses himself back against the dresser and then forward, occasionally getting in his way as he touches just to be a brat. these movements are not nearly as practiced as his silent infiltration - each twitch gets that soft, jingly noise until he realizes what's happening, and it stops.
by the time he's made his way down, therion's hard in the loose pants of the costume, undeniably affected by this feral behavior, and when jiaoqiu's paying attention to the bony curve of his hips, he can likely feel the way, subtly, he rolls forward, seeking out a little friction despite mostly meeting open air. he can find that the waist belt is of equally high quality as the rest - on either side, delicate, thin gold chains of bells highlight his thighs, swooping downwards midway, designed to raise up on a twirl, but making an excellent place to slide your hands under, to tug and pull on if you so wanted to do, too.
he exhales out hard when jiaoqiu mouths at him, and there's a soft thunk as his head hits the back of the dresser - therion's fingers flex in his hair, slide through the pink strands once or twice in a wordless "good, good" as he lets out a breathless, low laugh. ]
Your tail's wagging. [ he can't help himself but be a little shitty. if he had one, it'd probably be wagging too? he can't just say he looks good like this, even though he does. ]
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the little interruptions, therion getting in his way as he makes his way down, make him growl - makes him bite in places he's not intending to. but mostly? he's reactive. therion scritches his nails against his scalp, he yanks his hair, and jiaoqiu sighs out hot breaths against his skin as a reward, arching up into the touch. there's something pleased and fueled by the fact that therion seems to like this as much as he does - he was a little worried, but the fact that therion's hard and squirming in his grip makes him sink down further into claiming territory.
and when therion points out that his tail is wagging, he grumbles. ]
You smell good.
[ that's his excuse and he is sticking to it. his voice is low and a little huffy, but he doesn't stop. instead, he brings his hand up to curl into one side of that belt and tugs therion's hips forward just enough, almost like a preview. his left ear flicks at the sound it makes, and for a moment he considers just leaving therion's pants on, coaxing therion into coming on the pretty fabric, but his mind wanders elsewhere.
he's going to see if this belt can be disconnected from the pants, because he can't stop thinking about fucking therion in as much of this outfit as he possibly can. whether it's jiaoqiu topping or bottoming, he doesn't care, he just wants it on. he investigates as he absently noses at therion through the fabric and then up, pressing kisses against the skin peeking out from the curve of the waistband. ]
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his hips jump as he's manhandled, because that's definitely unusual, and therion lets out a - ] Hah. [ noise that might be a laugh at jiaoqiu's grumbling, or it could just be a rough, thrilled exhale, nearly drowned out by the chimes of the waist piece that rattle again when he moves out of sheer instinct instead of purposeful movement. grin a little wild, his actual, meant to be snarky response comes out more breathless than he likes: ] Yeah, sure.
[ as for the belt!! feeling around, jiaoqiu can find it's held into place just by a simple ribbon tie at the back of his pants - primrose tied it in a bow, unbeknownst to him - but it does come off easily beyond that. just an accessory. he seems to figure out what he's doing as he investigates, and therion arches up a little further, purposefully pressing up into the friction that comes from having him so close like a brat, especially now that he's moved the wet pressure of his mouth off of his dick? rude? typical thief, always have to take.
and typical thief, in that he can't really keep his hands still. he finds jiaoqiu's side braid, a personal favorite, and digs his fingers into that, too, fucking it up with his hands and giving a little pull. no, come back here. ]
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the sound of the bells and coins jingling is going to be a pavlov thing for him, he's realizing. oh well.
jiaoqiu lets out another growl when therion fucks up his braid - but he doesn't seem to mind all that much, nor does he mind that therion keeps squirming to try and get friction. he's been there, first of all. he allows therion to tug him back over, and this time, as he's absently licking at therion's dick over the fabric, his hands are busy. he unties the belt, and then reties it around therion's waist, unattached to the pants and just hanging out there. the accessory settles against his skin instead, prettily.
from there, jiaoqiu slides his fingers over and under the waistband, and drags the costume down just enough to get at skin. he doesn't let the costume go far, just around therion's thighs, just under his ass, and takes therion in hand, stroking him idly as he readjusts, settling on his knees. really, he's probably a nice sight, on his knees in front of therion, hair mussed, gold eyes molten hot, mouth open just enough to be inviting. he likes it when therion takes, so - take, his expression says, as he rests the head of therion's cock on his tongue, sliding forward slow.
his mouth can do all the work, he thinks. he is going to get his hands into the fabric, dragging his palms up therion's still clothed thighs. ]
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well, he can't be judgy for long. especially not with jiaoqiu on his knees, looking for all the world like a cat (no, a fox) in heat. it'll be funny later when it's not so attractive, not when jiaoqiu's mouth is practically begging for him, a reminder from many a prior experience. he's pretty good at giving head, and the deja vu of sensation has him easily shifting, planting his heels down and shifting his feet apart as much as he can - the way jiaoqiu's half peeled him out of the pants means he really can't move all that much, which he'd find a lot more annoying if he wasn't focused more on the slide of jiaoqiu's mouth around his cock. between the dresser and the presence in front of him, the half undressed nature of his costume, he's kind of trapped, which comes with its own set of feelings - he's trapped, right now, because he's allowing himself to be.
therion hisses through his teeth when jiaoqiu takes him in his mouth, head staying back against the dresser and hands sliding into his hair, fucking up the braid on the other side to match the first. he can meet him there, can absolutely take a hint, and his hips slide forward, easily, following the contour of jiaoqiu's tongue and pulling on his hair, tugging him along. testing the waters, so to speak, if only because he would love to fuck into his mouth with reckless abandon, but he's got at least a shred of common decency, no matter how good that feels.
the rock of his hips does get another faint jingle noise, though now that it's set at its his waist, less so, not while he's still being careful (ish) - it's sort of a background sensation, much like the fabric of the costume, a distant silky slide compared to jiaoqiu's mouth, though the feeling is nice. nicest for jiaoqiu, likely - the taut tenseness of therion's thigh muscles can be felt easily through the silky fabric, from a lifetime of jumping and running, and he can feel them twitch when he delves deeper into his mouth, the way the pleasure shocks up his spine nearly made physical. ]
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in any case, therion follows along beautifully, and jiaoqiu lets out a sigh of pleasure, high and soft, almost a moan. he doesn't close his eyes, just lets them ease to slits as he watches therion cant his hips forward. the decency is nice, sweet, but absolutely unneeded, and he lets therion know that pretty quickly. he slides down, as far as he can go - he wants to bury his face against therion's stomach, he wants to have all of his senses filled. when he pulls back, he takes a shuddery breath and sinks back down, bobbing his head as his tongue glides over sensitive, hot skin. his ears tilt back, but it's not out of anxiety or fear; it's focus, the zen of opening his throat and letting therion do whatever he wants.
it's the twitch of his thighs, the muscles shifting under the fabric, that makes jiaoqiu have to shift where he's kneeling. his pants are uncomfortably tight, and all his fur is standing up on end from how aroused he is to do this.
he digs his fingers into therion's hip with one hand, fingers sliding around to just like, shamelessly grab therion's ass. the other reaches back up to yank at the belt, tugging therion forward with a jingling noise. go ahead, this is his permission to use his mouth however he wants to. therion knows how jiaoqiu likes it, considering he's got his hands tangled in jiaoqiu's hair.
if therion needs to get out of his pants further in order to get a good angle, jiaoqiu lets him, but he makes unhappy growling sounds about it. it's fine. at least the belt is still there. ]
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good! good. it's never exactly gentle when they go at it - very, very rarely, save for one time, with laced fingers and a little desperation that still makes him burn when he thinks about it - and rough and wild is how he prefers it, and what he wants to give into. for his patience, he's rewarded with watching jiaoqiu's mouth work around his dick, which is always hot, watching him take him down to the hilt.
the yank startles him - it's the noise more than anything, and there's a jolt of undeniable arousal when he pulls like that, cock jumping in jiaoqiu's mouth at the sensation, because fuck, that's good. he's a fan of getting manhandled, too, a much better context for a very familiar experience, and he swears, digging the hands in his hair in harder. the unhappy growling would make him laugh, does get a brief sickle of a smirk to flicker across his face as he makes the connection for why, but it really does not last because he's also growling around his cock and that's really hot.
so instead, his breath shudders, and as he arches his hips backwards, he pulls nearly out of his mouth entirely, watches the sight of him with his ears back and his eyes half lidded, and then thrusts his hips forward, gliding down his tongue, the wet, perfect heat of his throat and the way it wraps around him. therion exhales harshly again, and this time the movement's a little less controlled as he starts to pulse forward, picking up the jangling sound with each thrust inwards. he pushes back into the hand on his ass, and then back out, raking his nails against jiaoqiu's scalp in his pleasure, using the grip he has on his hair to move his head so he doesn't have to move his hips as much. the teamwork between them means the costume can stay where it is, for now, silk bunched under jiaoqiu's hands. ]
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and how much he likes to feel good himself, even. he squirms when therion twitches in his mouth - it takes a lot of effort not to let go of therion to shove a hand down his own pants. he only manages to resist because therion gives them a rhythm to work to and he wants to put all his effort into it. his own arousal takes a backseat for a moment as he loosens up, as he lets therion slide all the way out, and then push back in far enough to make him choke, slightly. not enough to stop him, though - there's a low growl in every breath that he lets out, gripping at the silk, rucking it up as he gropes at therion, drags his palms over skin and fabric, as his claws leave indents at his thighs. he lets therion rock roughly in and out of his mouth, swallowing around him, letting his tongue swirl around him when he can, following the way therion pushes his head down to meet his hips, wet and messy and slick.
if his fingers drag down, absently stroking over his entrance, like he's thinking about how he could press his fingers inside if he had the right prep - it's brief. it could be missed, just a motion of jiaoqiu adjusting his grip to make sure therion's stance doesn't get knocked askew by the pace.
maybe part of the appeal here is that jiaoqiu looks like he finds this as hot as therion does - when he manages to meet therion's gaze, with his lips wrapped around the base of therion's cock, he's a little blissed out, cheeks flushed and ears trembling slightly with the effort. and unlike previous times, he doesn't seem inclined to stop. his tail flicks against the ground behind him as he meets each rock of therion's hips, as he lets tiny moans vibrate around therion, only drowned out by the jingle of the belt. ]
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therion's breath catches and he exhales out- ] Fuck, Jiaoqiu, you - [ whatever he's going to say is cut off, as he feels the pass of his fingers press to his entrance, and it's a familiar feeling and an unfamiliar one all at once. it startles him, his back arching, the bells and coins making a sharp, bright noise as his hips snap back almost automatically towards his fingertips, and then forward again, back into the heat of his mouth. it's overwhelming, so overwhelming that a noise chokes out of his mouth, nearly drowned out by the stupid belt.
there's no time to think about it, thankfully, no time to be embarrassed as he slams his hips back down his throat, the jingling getting louder as he starts to lose control of his movements. jiaoqiu looking up gets him an eyeful of therion with his face screwed up briefly in pleasure, eyes shut and mouth open, breathing harshly, flushed bright red - when he opens his visible eye, it's pitch dark, and the sight of jiaoqiu like that makes him twitch again, makes him pull at his hair to bring him off of his length and then back down, just how he likes it, using his mouth to get off with the selfish abandon of a thief. ]
Fuck, fuck - [ only, despite the selfish abandon, he swears as he moves, pushes his heel outwards the best that he can as jiaoqiu as trapped him and presses the inside of his foot against the front of jiaoqiu's pants, giving him something to grind up against that isn't just open air. ]
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and fucking god, the way he arches when jiaoqiu's fingers pass over his entrance does not go unnoticed, and jiaoqiu feels a little insane at the thought, drunk on sensation. his mind is so focused on this, but he gets little flashes of imagination, of what therion might look like in his stupid dancer top, writhing on fingers pressed inside him, and jiaoqiu growls, low and possessive. his fur's standing up on end, his body is alight, and he does not even care how he looks, letting therion make a mess of his mouth, obediently swallowing around him every time he hits the back of his throat. he can taste him, and their scents are mingled and strong in his nose, and the feeling of the silk, warm from the friction of jiaoqiu scrunching it in his hands, from it rubbing against therion's skin, the way when he looks therion is panting, flushed and red - all of it is overwhelming as fuck.
he shudders from head to toe at the sound of therion's breathless voice calling his name. it's always such a reward to hear therion lose it, and jiaoqiu's breath is harsh as he takes what therion is giving him, dizzy with arousal. and at first, he doesn't notice that therion's shifted his foot, but therion yanks his head down and jiaoqiu scoots forward on his knees just enough, and accidentally finds a bit of friction.
the little desperate noise he makes is much louder than he intends for it to be, and instinctively he tilts his hips forward, pressing up against his foot. it's absolutely not a good angle and it's not very satisfying at all, but he takes it, trembling hips pushing against therion's foot to try and get some sort of relief. when he opens his eyes again, he's totally lost in it, staring up at therion with an inviting look. down his throat or on his face, he's asking for it - he's not going to stop therion, if this is how therion wants to come. he's not done with him, either way. ]
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and it's a combination of things. it's the growl, again, it's the way his tongue catches against the head of his cock when he pulls back out and in, the way no matter how hot and heavy he pushes into his mouth, jiaoqiu takes it - the desperate, loud noise he makes, totally unspooled in a matter of minutes, and the absolutely obscene look on his face when therion looks down at him, his bad eye closed, chancing the look down at him through hazy pleasure and building heat.
it's so worth it. he watches jiaoqiu take his cock head to hilt with that look on his face, and his shoulders spasm, hips snapping forward and hands curling hard in his hair, nails and knuckles. there's another hissed, violent swear, and everything tightens, and then like a bowstring, as he thrusts his hips into jiaoqiu's mouth and down his throat, he releases, hard, the force of it nearly whiting out his vision. it's not perfectly clean; the majority hits his mouth, but he's chasing the pleasure and a messy stripe of come, two, streak across jiaoqiu's very pretty face.
it's a hell of a look, or at least he'll think so when he's not about two seconds from going weak at the knees. one of the hands in jiaoqiu's hair comes free out of sheer necessity, and he grabs onto the edge of the dresser and leans against it, breathing hard, still mostly dressed and feeling pleasure drive through him in waves as he comes back to earth, head tilting up to the ceiling. fuck. ]
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but it doesn't stop him from working therion through it. he moves back just enough to let the head of his length rest against his lips, lapping gently at the head, his hand sliding over to stroke therion through the aftershocks, slow, warm and steady.
and then, in the aftermath of everything, as therion sinks against the dresser, jiaoqiu breathes out a very quiet laugh. it's shivery and absolutely breathless, and it's clear he's very satisfied with himself as he falls back to sit instead of kneel. he does not even for a second try to wipe his face; instead, he just catches his breath. if he looked debauched before, he looks thoroughly filthy now, hand coming up to brush the back of his hand against his mouth. his pupils are blown and he's flushed and his face is painted with white, but he's patient, rubbing the silk of therion's pants with his fingers, like he wants to bury himself in it. ]
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after a long, long moment, where he's pretty sure if he speaks it's not going to sound totally, completely stupid - or at least, where his braincells are working properly, therion lets his head fall back forward, heavily, and actually looks at jiaoqiu.
and boy, what a sight he is. there's a twist of something in his gut at the sight, and therion opens his mouth - but staring at him, the first thing that comes out of it is, dazed, a little hysteric, but definitely not complaining, is a blurted out - ] What the fuck.
[ and then a half laugh, at himself and also at jiaoqiu and the fact that he came in the door and just jumped him and there's a joke he could make about foxes in heat, but he's too stunned and hot all over to even put the words together properly to make them. instead, he kind of half absently runs a hand over where he ruined jiaoqiu's cute braid in a half assed pet, and then tries to put himself together enough to thumb away some of the mess on his cheek, and mutter, again, what the fuck, fluff. ]
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he also leans up into therion's hand, eyes fluttering shut. when he speaks, his voice is delightfully wrecked, rough from use. ]
You - you look good. [ he says, his usual eloquent speech failing him. that really is a big part of it, therion is small and bony and rough, but seeing his exposed midriff made jiaoqiu's brain explode. he just looked at therion in this outfit and wanted to put his mouth on every inch of his skin. a beat. there's a little more to it though, and he looks slightly embarrassed as he explains. ]
I... other people can look, but I'm the only one that gets to touch.
[ his ear flicks, and - well, listen, he doesn't have enough blood to go to his face, really, it's all down south, but he is pink-cheeked, admitting this. it really is just that he thought about other people touching therion in this outfit and got fucking insanely possessive-horny about it. or, y'know, still is, he's just taking a second. ]
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Yeah. Heard you the first time.
[ because when jiaoqiu repeats himself, like it's all he can really think about, it's really starting to hit therion exactly how much this might have set him off. jiaoqiu's usually got plenty to say - occasionally to the point of being obnoxious - but there's nothing like that here, just that kind of dazed, pink cheeked want still written all over his face. god. his refractory time is just not as good as jiaoqiu's, he's gonna need a few minutes, but fuck if his hormones don't give their damndest at this fucked out response.
he adjusts how he's standing - reaches for the waistband of his pants to tug them back up so he's not hobbled, and then gives into the heavy weight of wanting to come down to join him on one knee. sheesh. ]
Never thought something like that would get you that riled up. [ you learn something new every day? he is still amused. all embarrassment is gone forever, especially now that he's come once and feeling particularly good. now that he's down this close, therion can really see the mess he made of jiaoqiu's face - he's not even complaining about it, that's how he knows he's down bad - and it makes some equally terrible instinct deeply pleased, that same possessive feeling of mine. god knows he's got the ability to ruin, if nothing else.
he takes his jaw in his hand, not particularly gently, and thumbs away a little bit more of the mess near his mouth, gaze flicking down between them, looking briefly thoughtful. maybe the rest of it can stay, for now. ]
... Should go sit. [ he gestures up with his chin over at the bed, behind them. ] Go on.
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a beat. ]
I didn't either. [ he admits, sheepish, because if someone asked him if he'd be into therion in a dancer costume he probably would have answered he had no real strong opinion. clearly he was wrong!
but - therion tells him to go sit, and jiaoqiu absently bites his lip before doing as he's told. he stands up, wobbly, and goes to sit on the edge of the bed. for now, he doesn't touch himself, because he's curious to see what therion is going to do. and also, he gets to see therion walking towards him still wearing the silk and that drives him crazy. ]
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anyway. there's a brief huff, a glimmer of amusement across his green eyes, because he just knows jiaoqiu's going to have a fit about this later, just as much as he finds it exceedingly funny that that this affected him so bad. that, and watching him wobble across the room - weak kneed and clearly turned on, biting his lip - gets him thinking, too. he very briefly entertains the idea of sneaking up behind him as he walks and pushing him face first down into the mattress, just because he can, taking him like that while he's unsuspecting, but he needs more refractory time than jiaoqiu typically does, and... besides. he's got a plan.
so. he waits for jiaoqiu to settle, watching him like an alert predator - still flushed pink, still disheveled, but back to his senses in a matter of minutes. he doesn't move again until jiaoqiu's settled, until he knows jiaoqiu is watching.
and then, slowly, he rises. the motion is sinuous and smooth - clearly over his jelly legs from a few minutes ago, and he sets his hands on his thighs as he comes up, rolling from hips to shoulders as he does, making the bells jingle with the motion again, drawing attention to the thin cut of his waist. from there, he prowls across the room, this time silent - holding eye contact, moving like a predator, watching jiaoqiu like a hawk.
and then, once he gets there, therion leans close to him, and then, suddenly, turns around. and slowly, sinuously, easily, rolls his hips down to sit in his lap, facing away from him, back arching, rolling up to his shoulders, waist belt ringing with the slow, seductive moment. oozing confidence, and lolls his head back to make a little space for jiaoqiu if he wants to put his face or his mouth on his bare shoulder. ]
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jiaoqiu is struggling, here. he's so turned on it hurts, and when he gets to the bed he has to really just dig his fingers into the mattress so he doesn't grab at anything. yet. because therion stands, and jiaoqiu watches with wide, gold eyes, mouth open slightly. he doesn't look away, ears pinning back again in that focused way, and his claws dig into the fabric of the bedspread underneath him. there's an attempt at words, but he gives up after a second, and doesn't even bother trying again when therion settles in his lap, breath catching.
immediately he buries his face against therion's neck - kind of just mushes against the skin there for a moment because he wants to breathe him in, and then shifts to mouth at it instead, not biting yet but pressing soft kisses along the bare line. his hands come around and rest on therion's hips, gripping a little tightly. it's clear how keyed up he is, even just from this - he's rock hard in his pants and he can't help but grind up a little against therion's ass, instinctive, muffling the sound he makes against therion's neck. two parts of him are fighting - the part that likes it when therion gets like this, confident, hunting, and the part that wants to press that smug face down into the mattress until all he's capable of doing is begging. there's effort happening here, an effort to make sure that jiaoqiu sits still.
his hips, anyway. jiaoqiu's hand glides up from therion's hip to his stomach, to that exposed midriff, palm resting warm there. his breathing is uneven, hot. ]
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so. as jiaoqiu presses up against him, therion leans back, a hot line of pressure up against his chest, stomach, arching up into the hands on his hips, running his hands down to rest on top of jiaoqiu's so the sheer fabric on the sleeves brushes against jiaoqiu's arms. the silk material rustles - the smugness never fades, his voice low as he turns his head to talk in one of those fluffy ears since he's bowed over to kiss his shoulder. ]
Think I made a convincing dancer. [ low, soft - his voice barely just a rumble. ] Made some coin on my way out.
[ this is clearly taunting - he did not do that, but watching jiaoqiu get all riled and possessive, he can't help but egg him on, cocky smirk firmly on his face, leaking in every word out of his mouth - in the way he rolls his hips in a circle, grinding back against jiaoqiu on purpose, slow, so he can feel every inch, so the bells around his waist clink together with every inch he rolls, feeling the hot line of his cock through the thin fabric. he's not quite there yet, but the longer this goes on, the longer it'll serve therion, too.
at the moment, he's clearly fully on board with being smug, unaware of any intentions otherwise, but likely making them worse.]
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jiaoqiu's grip tightens, and the growl he lets out is a little less human than the others. it's a rumbling, heated sound, something that he lets leak out around the teeth in therion's neck, biting down sharply. he doesn't quite mean to draw blood, but he does, yanking therion down by the hips to meet him. somewhere, he knows that therion is riling him up on purpose, but in the moment the idea of someone else slipping a coin into therion's hand, looking over him, maybe even touching him - it makes jiaoqiu want to rub his scent all over therion so everybody knows they're not allowed close. he's already half doing it, abandoning the bite to press his nose and mouth against therion's jaw and throat, inadvertently rubbing the remaining mess on his face everywhere. unfortunately he's so lost in the sauce that their mixed scents just makes it worse.
the rock of his hips up against therion's ass is rough. there's intent there, like if they weren't clothed, he'd just press right inside. as it is, he's twitching against therion, hands dragging hot all over therion's torso - sliding up the plane of his abs and under that top again, rucking it up, and then back down, raking his nails down his ribs, back down to his hips. face mostly pressed to therion's bare shoulder and the nape of his neck, breathing harsh, jiaoqiu guides therion's hips with his hands, helping him roll them properly, fingers half tangled in the silky fabric of his pants. he's hot, sweating a little, overheating in his own jacket and slacks. his increasingly ruined slacks, really.
the sound of the bells gently tinkling every time jiaoqiu pushes up makes his ear flick violently, and he's about two seconds from his patience snapping entirely. he's barely hanging onto it, but any more teasing and he's going to throw therion on the bed and pin him down, and therion probably will be able to tell, the way his entire body is tense and coiled. ]
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that feral little growl makes his adrenaline spark, from a low heat to a full flame, sends heat flaring straight down his spine and down to his groin - the feral behavior makes it even hotter. the bite gets a sharp grunt and then a pleased hiss, and he can feel the blood trickling down his shoulder, can feel the wet smear of mess somewhere under his jaw, combined with the pressure of jiaoqiu's yank. rough and hard like they always do, but the positioning is different. the intensity is different, unmatched, and he lets out a rough, half almost laugh, pleased that he was successful just as much as he's pleased to have jiaoqiu losing it at his back.
it's hard to be as smug as before, mostly because he gets rattled around as he starts guiding him, and because all those sensations become overwhelming. he arches and presses into the heat of jiaoqiu's hands, into his nails, letting them sear red scratches down his tan skin, bumping over the bonier places and the more defined muscles, over hickies left in his initial attack over by the dresser, marked up all over with every second that passes. his breath comes harsher against his ear as he rocks again, shoulders to chest to hips, top to bottom, the coins on the wrinkled, barely still on top jingling first, waterfalling down to his waist, rhythmic and bright as he slides his hands up again, his chest rising under jiaoqiu's fingers, heartbeat fluttering and quick. the blood is starting to rush down to his groin, stirring the heat from before, half hard in the soft, silky fabric that pulls when jiaoqiu tangles his fingers. that, and he can feel the friction starting to build up when jiaoqiu rocks his hips, feel the way he's ruining the front of his pants, and he does absolutely nothing to make that any easier. sometimes, your kind of boyfriend proves your opinion that you are mostly hot shit, and sometimes, you just gotta give him a little bit of a lap dance to make him lose it because of it.
but, therion tenuously holds onto the reins of control for now, solely because of his own success - trying not to grin, he rolls his hips against jiaoqiu's, going along with his quicker pace and then, against the grip of his hands, slowing agonizingly down, feeling every inch of that rough intent in a burn of familiarity. a little fighting back, a little less easy give - in fact, he leans away from jiaoqiu, the arch of his back, the silvery little silk pieces at the back of his neck that slide straight down his half bared muscles highlighted as he bends forward, and starts to lift his hips up and off of him, like he might get up. the tension underneath him's begging to be messed with, just a little. ]
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