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. ]
[ oh, okay, yeah, there's no holding back with this.
therion slows them down, fights him on it - and that's familiar. jiaoqiu does this too, likes to taunt, likes to provoke. he likes to arch and stretch in bed in front of therion, likes to slyly coax therion into pinning him, and this is no different, it's just being turned around on him. it works, too. therion rolls against him, leaving jiaoqiu burning wherever he touches, therion's back to his chest, ass to his lap, head almost lazily on jiaoqiu's shoulder, the soft jingle of the coins loud and contrasting with the heavy breaths they both pant out into the air. he likes the feeling of therion's heartbeat pounding under his fingers, he likes the smell of therion getting aroused again. his fingers pass over therion's half-hard cock when his hands drag inward on his hips towards his thighs, pulling therion's legs apart just a little on one of the grinds.
but when therion decides that he wants to tease enough to pretend like he's going to get up, that's the breaking point. jiaoqiu watches therion's back muscles shift and contract, lithe and flexible as always, highlighted by the skimpy top and the soft lighting of the room, and his patience cracks in two. with a snarl, jiaoqiu grabs the belt around his waist and pulls him back, and then - goes further. with a surprising amount of strength from his wiry form, jiaoqiu flips them, attempting to toss therion down onto the bed and pin him.
before his rational brain kicks in, jiaoqiu has therion on his back, straddling his hips, pressed snugly together, boxing him in, his hands dragging up to pin therion's hands to the mattress, palm to palm. behind him, his tail flicks wildly, as he leans down to nip at therion's collarbone through the thin, sheer fabric.
it's there he pauses, panting harshly, and looks up at therion, eyes dark, pupils blown. ]
[ he knows what's probably going to happen here, by poking and prodding, because jiaoqiu's done it to him a million times before, so he probably shouldn't be surprised by it. and yet!
he's yanked backwards by the belt with a cacophonous jingling noise - there's a brief, sharp snap of pain in the best way possible from the material catching around his waist, and then the world upends and suddenly, therion's on his back. and a year and some change ago, this would've likely been a stopping point, to be so thoroughly pinned down. he would've immediately flipped them right back, and there's a brief second where it seems like he almost will, all of his muscles tensed, hands gripping his tight.
a beat passes as jiaoqiu looks up at him - they lock eyes, honey dark and deep green - and then he breathes out, harshly, on another hah noise, and the tension relaxes as he gets his bearings. safe, here. safe and wanted, considering he was the one egging it on in the first place, and instead, after a beat, therion tips his chin up, almost challenging as he makes eye contact. that the best you got? his expression screams.
and instead, he smirks, and taunts with a very fake apology: ] Oooh. Sorry. Too much?
[ however, this shitty little comment, smug and confident, is ruined (or maybe made better) by how absolutely wrecked he looks - covered in hickies and scratch marks, a little dried blood at his shoulder, the pretty little outfit wrinkled all over, his white hair a mess enough that his bad eye's clearly visible. both are half lidded, and the red flush on his cheeks is spreading rapidly downwards, half from exertion and half from heat.
for now, therion tests it where he's trapped by jiaoqiu straddling him, wiggling his hips and thighs - getting the coins to jangle again - to test how much room he's got to actually move. he could get out of this in a second, but jiaoqiu always looks good straddling him like that, and, besides. this could get interesting. ]
[ even with how keyed up he is, there's a little bit of relief in the way he moves next. a year ago, this sort of thing would've been a dealbreaker for the both of them. now, therion takes a moment, settles into their back and forth. it's not a trap; therion can get out easily enough if he pushes, and jiaoqiu is not so far gone enough to not be paying attention to his body language. it doesn't matter how horny he is, if therion was distressed he'd let go immediately.
but therion looks up at him with a challenging expression, and taunts him, and jiaoqiu makes a sharp, short huffing sound, pressing him down further into the mattress. ]
Brat.
[ he growls, adjusting his grip. the wiggle gets jiaoqiu to shift, bumping therion's hips up and bending him in half enough so that he can drag his cock against therion's ass again. his breaths come out as shuddery noises, sweat making his hair stick to his temple. he really needs to be naked, but he can't convince himself to pull away enough when he's got therion like this. therion is a sight under him, the outfit absolutely mussed to hell, his hair a mess - his eyes visible. a little pulse of something like love hits him, as he takes in the way therion looks. the vulnerability is one thing, the way that he can see that scar and therion doesn't seem to care at all. and past that, the marks appease the possessive side of him, soothe something in his chest, and he's going to say something else but he forgets, because all he wants in this moment is to kiss therion.
so he does. he lets up a bit on bending therion in half, and leans over him to kiss him, not bothering for chaste or gentle. he's demanding right off the bat, coaxing his mouth open and licking into it, deep and messy. tongues and teeth, as his hands come down from where they were pinning therion to touch him again. apparently, jiaoqiu has a thing for therion's waist and hips at the moment, because he gets both hands around them, kneading his fingers into his skin, almost trying to see if he can get his fingers to meet in the middle. he's not sure his hands are big enough or therion's waist is small enough, but the thought makes him twitch in his pants anyway.
muffled, smeared between kisses, jiaoqiu murmurs desperately: ] Want to be inside you. What do you want?
[ it's not something they do very often, if ever - and that's fine, it works out for him because he really prefers bottoming most of the time, so if therion hates the idea he's not going to complain, but. there's something! about! this fucking outfit! he's already on the train, he might as well go to the last stop. ]
[ jiaoqiu had an eye for it earlier, with the way he pushed therion's legs apart in his lap - he is really flexible and always has been. though he's definitely not primrose, being a thief means he has to be able to get in and out of situations quickly, and being flexible and small has helped him pick up trinkets and make escape routes faster than most. so, when his hips get bumped up, his breath catches, but he goes easy, arching upwards even with his hands pinned, and that angle makes it impossible to miss how hard jiaoqiu is, how hot he is even through layers of fabric. he hasn't even gotten off yet, he thinks, with some flicker of (mean) amusement, no wonder he's calling him names.
unfortunately being called a brat just goads him on further, and he's clearly pleased with himself, and pleased with this, as the wild hormones do their job, heat curling low in his belly until he's pressed up the front of the costume's pants; by the time jiaoqiu kisses him, he rocks his hips the best he can as they're pinned, pressing for a little friction from the just bared head that's freed from the low, low waistband. he bites jiaoqiu's lower lip in the kiss to get him going and kisses him back with just as much abandon, open mouthed, and every little movement makes the belt still half slung around his waist rattle under jiaoqiu's hands, as hot as they are on his waist. it is pretty small, just by nature of him not being a very big guy, and he is very skinny - if his hands don't touch, they get pretty close.
as he's being kissed, jiaoqiu's request comes through as a rumble into his mouth. what do you want, he asks, after that.
it's funny. his experience receiving was from before, save for the first time with jiaoqiu, which had been such a wildly stark difference to anything he'd had in his previous life. it took a long time for him to be comfortable enough to allow it, his trust issues flaring up even in bed, but with the initial barrier broken, it's not as big of a deal nowadays. it involves giving yourself over to be taken, and though therion also generally prefers to be on top, likes to make jiaoqiu fall apart...
... with how feral he is right now? there's a huff of a noise, and therion's eyes flutter open - he glances away, color returning to his cheeks, and then closes his eyes again. kisses him, and mutters into his mouth, ] Lot of clothes in the way.
[ which is not an explicit yes, but a roundabout one, because admitting to it is way too hard - though, that could maybe change with enough convincing. it's clear he is interested, from his reaction before, from the way he rolls his hips up into jiaoqiu's again, effortlessly sliding a leg free from the pin and punctuating by wrapping it around jiaoqiu's waist, almost holding him there. ]
[ he's talking a big game right now but he's not sure he'll be able to do anything without coming two seconds in, with how riled up he is right now. it's probably clear, with the way that he keeps having to pull his hips away from therion's to calm down. his skin is flushed a dark red at his cheeks, and he keeps squeezing at therion's waist, shivery and disheveled. there's something unbelievably hot about looking down between kisses to see therion half-hard in the thin fabric, peeking out and rubbing against his stomach.
and then he can't pull away, therion's leg around his waist, and he shifts to curl down over therion, hands sliding up from his waist to brace himself on the bed. he grinds their hips together and his breath comes out high and rough, one hand coming down to rest on therion's thigh, keeping his leg wrapped around him. has to forcibly stop him from moving, because he's teetering, here, embarrassingly.
plus, therion doesn't give him an explicit answer, which jiaoqiu needs when it comes to this; there's a lot of things he can read between the lines for, but not this, not something so tied up in intimacy and trust. it's not a no, he can tell, at least. so he pauses, and goes with therion's suggestion for now. ]
Keep yours on.
[ it's a demand, but - it's kind of an ask, too. obviously some of it has to come off or down, but - at least keep the belt, he thinks, because it'll be a good thing to grab onto. but his own need to come off, yes, he agrees, and so he presses a kiss to therion's mouth and gives him a bit of control back, just a little. ]
Take mine off for me.
[ it'll give him a second to calm down, theoretically. he is really edging himself here. ]
[ the suggestion - demand, really, is about what he's expecting, and he can't help himself but to snort, rolling his eyes. ]
Cause that's gonna make it easier. [ but it's just being sassy - honestly, most of it can stay on, and he's not gonna deny it either. it's kind of hot? and he runs through the mental logistics for a second to consider the best way to go at it, though those thoughts get scattershot when jiaoqiu starts grinding against him again. the new angle with his leg up gives him all the direct contact he could ask for, and his lashes flutter as he arches to meet him, bells clattering as he's not quite so pinned down.
as for the rest, though... okay. can do. his expression changes, from neutral and unimpressed to a dawning smirk again, something quietly agreeing as he will, yes, take the upper hand again. with his leg around his waist, it's easy - therion bumps his hips up again just to grind against him, between his cheeks and pressed to now wet fabric, before abruptly, pivoting his weight with his planted foot and rolling them back over.
theoretically, this will give him a chance to calm down, sure. but by the look in therion's visible eye as he towers over jiaoqiu again, that's probably not happening. therion untangles himself and readjusts, straddling his hips with his legs spread wide, and examining the state of jiaoqiu's clothes briefly to see what he's working with here. with that noted, he runs his hands up the flat planes of his stomach, his chest, familiar - skates his fingers over his waist, old finger bruises he knows he left behind, and he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt. therion's hands are clever - he could do this with his eyes closed, let alone distracted - and instead of going as quick as possible, absently, he circles his hips where he's settled, enjoying the friction for himself and making the belt around his waist move with slow, undulating motions, rolling in a circle with each button he pops open.
his eyes stay open, the visible one pitch dark and watching jiaoqiu's reactions, lashes half lidded, smirk on his face. there's such a clear taunt here, a you think you can make it this long? and it comes to therion as he's settled imperiously over him, pushing the shirt open fully, that he does want to make jiaoqiu come. he wants to pull it out of jiaoqiu before he gets the chance to fuck him, drive him that much crazier for it, because the payout will be worth the reward, and he likes watching jiaoqiu fall apart. frankly, with the kind of mood he seems to be in, he wonders how many times he could get jiaoqiu and his crazy refractory time to fall apart tonight. might be fun.
so, he's going to continue being a bully and a brat, a tease for as long as he can. once jiaoqiu's shirt is open, he shifts his position, hips lifting off of jiaoqiu's as he slides up his body instead, transitioning easily onto his knees to pull his shirt off from behind. does he need to drop low up his body to press theirs together, to push his ass in the air to make the coins fall like water down his lithe back, to sit back up slowly as he's divested him of it? no, probably not. does he need to sit back slow in his lap so he grinds up against the full length of his hard cock when he rises again? certainly not.
boy, jiaoqiu better hope he didn't wear an undershirt because he's really going to make sure this takes as long as possible, and the more articles of clothing there are, the easier that is. ]
[ he realizes his mistake about two seconds after therion flips them. this is not going to help him calm down.
he lays out flat on the bed, pink hair fanning across the mattress - it's tangled in places and his braids are falling out after therion dug his fingers into them earlier. the fur on his ears is all bristled and standing up, and they keep twitching every time he has to hold himself back from grabbing. jiaoqiu rests his hands on the bed, panting in desperation as he stares up at therion, and it's thoroughly embarrassing but he's pretty sure he's going to just come in his pants this way. he knows therion is trying to make that happen with the way he just circles his hips, and he's resisting, but. he's strung out and needy, there's no way to avoid it.
it's fine. therion's right, with his refractory time, he can probably coax more than a couple out of him for that really exhausted, fucked out effect.
therion drags his hands over jiaoqiu, presses at old bruises and makes jiaoqiu shake with it - his eyes are on the belt, the swaying motion of the metal against skin. his eyes are also on therion's fingers, quick and clever as they undo the buttons on his dress shirt. warm skin against warm skin, like fire - he's not as muscled as therion, and while he's bony, he's also squishier, softer at the edges. easier to bruise. those hands have drawn so much pleasure out of him, and his racing mind imagines all of those times, pictures them wrapped around his cock, or in his mouth, or inside him, coaxing him into crying out, and between that and the way therion looks at him, smirking like he's won, he's lost to it.
which is why when therion divests him of his shirt and drags his body all up against jiaoqiu's front, grinds their hips together, it sets him off like a gunshot. jiaoqiu jerks, hands instinctively coming up to grab at therion's waist and hips to keep him where he is, juddering up against him as he just comes in his pants. it's too much. ]
-- Don't. [ he gasps out, immediately, trying for stern and failing. don't make fun of him!! horrible brat who caused this!! he is so not satisfied, and he whines as his head falls back, his ears flicking almost angrily. it's stupid, he's mad that therion is so hot in this outfit that he can't keep himself together. he isn't a teenager, god dammit!! ]
[ the best thing about this is he doesn't even have to say anything? it's the best.
the hands at his hips slow him down - he knows exactly what it looks like when jiaoqiu's about to come and did nothing but egg it on, presses down harder when his hips judder. he feels him soak the front of his slacks even through the thin material of the costume, and it feels good just to press down into that too, the blooming heat now trapped between them as he slows and stops. the good news is he's fully hard, now, because watching jiaoqiu release still fully clothed is both hot and satisfying.
the smirk spreads across his face again - absolutely just, obnoxiously smug, and he takes the shirt still in his hands and drops it off to the side, and then innocently sets both hands on his chest. it's a good thing he doesn't have a tail, because it'd be wagging, as he more or less preens from his imperious position, politely not making a single remark.
[ he takes a second to catch his breath, shivering at the sensation of oversensitive, hot skin being exposed to the cold air, to the aftershocks working their way through his system. he closes his eyes too, because if he has to look at that smug look on therion's face he's going to bite him.
and then therion sasses him and he just growls his annoyance. it's not serious, he's not actually mad, but he is flustered and, funnily enough, he's not even going soft, here. the muscles in his stomach clench and tighten up when therion sets his hands on his chest, and one of jiaoqiu's own hands comes around from therion's hip to just grab therion's ass, squeezing it as punishment. ]
Take them off me. Now.
[ he huffs out an order, because he's decided that he will not be doing any more work until therion makes up for this brattery. ]
continuing to radiate amusement as he growls, the fluster does not surprise him, and neither does the 'punishment' - though he's not expecting it, all him squeezing his ass gets him to do is rock his hips back into it, grinding against him. snickering, he drawls: ]
Yes, sir.
[ though, the grind backwards does come with a surprise, in that he's not even softened despite having an orgasm wrung out of him? some of the smug fades briefly, enough that he can raise both eyebrows, and then rocks back against him again just to text it, the bells ringing softly as he does.
interesting. his eyes flick back to jiaoqiu's face, and he asks, sarcastically cloying - ] Not going to watch?
[ because of course he cannot resist getting in another dig, and he snickers a little to himself as he readjusts. he'll stop bullying jiaoqiu half to death physically, at least, bringing his legs in and slowly easing off of his lap - this time silently, his moves back to his normal careful as he sets a foot back on the floor, and pops his button and fly, glancing down at his handiwork, even kneeling down since someone's feeling (righteously) bossy.
swatting either side of his hips to get him to lift them up, therion pulls his pants down and over jiaoqiu's hips, tugging them all the way down so he can kick them off. as he reaches up to get his underwear, he runs a finger around the inside of the waistband, and then over the mess he just caused, glancing up. if jiaoqiu's watching, he smirks again, and brings his fingertips to his own mouth, absently licking one clean. ]
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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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therion slows them down, fights him on it - and that's familiar. jiaoqiu does this too, likes to taunt, likes to provoke. he likes to arch and stretch in bed in front of therion, likes to slyly coax therion into pinning him, and this is no different, it's just being turned around on him. it works, too. therion rolls against him, leaving jiaoqiu burning wherever he touches, therion's back to his chest, ass to his lap, head almost lazily on jiaoqiu's shoulder, the soft jingle of the coins loud and contrasting with the heavy breaths they both pant out into the air. he likes the feeling of therion's heartbeat pounding under his fingers, he likes the smell of therion getting aroused again. his fingers pass over therion's half-hard cock when his hands drag inward on his hips towards his thighs, pulling therion's legs apart just a little on one of the grinds.
but when therion decides that he wants to tease enough to pretend like he's going to get up, that's the breaking point. jiaoqiu watches therion's back muscles shift and contract, lithe and flexible as always, highlighted by the skimpy top and the soft lighting of the room, and his patience cracks in two. with a snarl, jiaoqiu grabs the belt around his waist and pulls him back, and then - goes further. with a surprising amount of strength from his wiry form, jiaoqiu flips them, attempting to toss therion down onto the bed and pin him.
before his rational brain kicks in, jiaoqiu has therion on his back, straddling his hips, pressed snugly together, boxing him in, his hands dragging up to pin therion's hands to the mattress, palm to palm. behind him, his tail flicks wildly, as he leans down to nip at therion's collarbone through the thin, sheer fabric.
it's there he pauses, panting harshly, and looks up at therion, eyes dark, pupils blown. ]
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he's yanked backwards by the belt with a cacophonous jingling noise - there's a brief, sharp snap of pain in the best way possible from the material catching around his waist, and then the world upends and suddenly, therion's on his back. and a year and some change ago, this would've likely been a stopping point, to be so thoroughly pinned down. he would've immediately flipped them right back, and there's a brief second where it seems like he almost will, all of his muscles tensed, hands gripping his tight.
a beat passes as jiaoqiu looks up at him - they lock eyes, honey dark and deep green - and then he breathes out, harshly, on another hah noise, and the tension relaxes as he gets his bearings. safe, here. safe and wanted, considering he was the one egging it on in the first place, and instead, after a beat, therion tips his chin up, almost challenging as he makes eye contact. that the best you got? his expression screams.
and instead, he smirks, and taunts with a very fake apology: ] Oooh. Sorry. Too much?
[ however, this shitty little comment, smug and confident, is ruined (or maybe made better) by how absolutely wrecked he looks - covered in hickies and scratch marks, a little dried blood at his shoulder, the pretty little outfit wrinkled all over, his white hair a mess enough that his bad eye's clearly visible. both are half lidded, and the red flush on his cheeks is spreading rapidly downwards, half from exertion and half from heat.
for now, therion tests it where he's trapped by jiaoqiu straddling him, wiggling his hips and thighs - getting the coins to jangle again - to test how much room he's got to actually move. he could get out of this in a second, but jiaoqiu always looks good straddling him like that, and, besides. this could get interesting. ]
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but therion looks up at him with a challenging expression, and taunts him, and jiaoqiu makes a sharp, short huffing sound, pressing him down further into the mattress. ]
Brat.
[ he growls, adjusting his grip. the wiggle gets jiaoqiu to shift, bumping therion's hips up and bending him in half enough so that he can drag his cock against therion's ass again. his breaths come out as shuddery noises, sweat making his hair stick to his temple. he really needs to be naked, but he can't convince himself to pull away enough when he's got therion like this. therion is a sight under him, the outfit absolutely mussed to hell, his hair a mess - his eyes visible. a little pulse of something like love hits him, as he takes in the way therion looks. the vulnerability is one thing, the way that he can see that scar and therion doesn't seem to care at all. and past that, the marks appease the possessive side of him, soothe something in his chest, and he's going to say something else but he forgets, because all he wants in this moment is to kiss therion.
so he does. he lets up a bit on bending therion in half, and leans over him to kiss him, not bothering for chaste or gentle. he's demanding right off the bat, coaxing his mouth open and licking into it, deep and messy. tongues and teeth, as his hands come down from where they were pinning therion to touch him again. apparently, jiaoqiu has a thing for therion's waist and hips at the moment, because he gets both hands around them, kneading his fingers into his skin, almost trying to see if he can get his fingers to meet in the middle. he's not sure his hands are big enough or therion's waist is small enough, but the thought makes him twitch in his pants anyway.
muffled, smeared between kisses, jiaoqiu murmurs desperately: ] Want to be inside you. What do you want?
[ it's not something they do very often, if ever - and that's fine, it works out for him because he really prefers bottoming most of the time, so if therion hates the idea he's not going to complain, but. there's something! about! this fucking outfit! he's already on the train, he might as well go to the last stop. ]
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unfortunately being called a brat just goads him on further, and he's clearly pleased with himself, and pleased with this, as the wild hormones do their job, heat curling low in his belly until he's pressed up the front of the costume's pants; by the time jiaoqiu kisses him, he rocks his hips the best he can as they're pinned, pressing for a little friction from the just bared head that's freed from the low, low waistband. he bites jiaoqiu's lower lip in the kiss to get him going and kisses him back with just as much abandon, open mouthed, and every little movement makes the belt still half slung around his waist rattle under jiaoqiu's hands, as hot as they are on his waist. it is pretty small, just by nature of him not being a very big guy, and he is very skinny - if his hands don't touch, they get pretty close.
as he's being kissed, jiaoqiu's request comes through as a rumble into his mouth. what do you want, he asks, after that.
it's funny. his experience receiving was from before, save for the first time with jiaoqiu, which had been such a wildly stark difference to anything he'd had in his previous life. it took a long time for him to be comfortable enough to allow it, his trust issues flaring up even in bed, but with the initial barrier broken, it's not as big of a deal nowadays. it involves giving yourself over to be taken, and though therion also generally prefers to be on top, likes to make jiaoqiu fall apart...
... with how feral he is right now? there's a huff of a noise, and therion's eyes flutter open - he glances away, color returning to his cheeks, and then closes his eyes again. kisses him, and mutters into his mouth, ] Lot of clothes in the way.
[ which is not an explicit yes, but a roundabout one, because admitting to it is way too hard - though, that could maybe change with enough convincing. it's clear he is interested, from his reaction before, from the way he rolls his hips up into jiaoqiu's again, effortlessly sliding a leg free from the pin and punctuating by wrapping it around jiaoqiu's waist, almost holding him there. ]
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and then he can't pull away, therion's leg around his waist, and he shifts to curl down over therion, hands sliding up from his waist to brace himself on the bed. he grinds their hips together and his breath comes out high and rough, one hand coming down to rest on therion's thigh, keeping his leg wrapped around him. has to forcibly stop him from moving, because he's teetering, here, embarrassingly.
plus, therion doesn't give him an explicit answer, which jiaoqiu needs when it comes to this; there's a lot of things he can read between the lines for, but not this, not something so tied up in intimacy and trust. it's not a no, he can tell, at least. so he pauses, and goes with therion's suggestion for now. ]
Keep yours on.
[ it's a demand, but - it's kind of an ask, too. obviously some of it has to come off or down, but - at least keep the belt, he thinks, because it'll be a good thing to grab onto. but his own need to come off, yes, he agrees, and so he presses a kiss to therion's mouth and gives him a bit of control back, just a little. ]
Take mine off for me.
[ it'll give him a second to calm down, theoretically. he is really edging himself here. ]
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Cause that's gonna make it easier. [ but it's just being sassy - honestly, most of it can stay on, and he's not gonna deny it either. it's kind of hot? and he runs through the mental logistics for a second to consider the best way to go at it, though those thoughts get scattershot when jiaoqiu starts grinding against him again. the new angle with his leg up gives him all the direct contact he could ask for, and his lashes flutter as he arches to meet him, bells clattering as he's not quite so pinned down.
as for the rest, though... okay. can do. his expression changes, from neutral and unimpressed to a dawning smirk again, something quietly agreeing as he will, yes, take the upper hand again. with his leg around his waist, it's easy - therion bumps his hips up again just to grind against him, between his cheeks and pressed to now wet fabric, before abruptly, pivoting his weight with his planted foot and rolling them back over.
theoretically, this will give him a chance to calm down, sure. but by the look in therion's visible eye as he towers over jiaoqiu again, that's probably not happening. therion untangles himself and readjusts, straddling his hips with his legs spread wide, and examining the state of jiaoqiu's clothes briefly to see what he's working with here. with that noted, he runs his hands up the flat planes of his stomach, his chest, familiar - skates his fingers over his waist, old finger bruises he knows he left behind, and he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt. therion's hands are clever - he could do this with his eyes closed, let alone distracted - and instead of going as quick as possible, absently, he circles his hips where he's settled, enjoying the friction for himself and making the belt around his waist move with slow, undulating motions, rolling in a circle with each button he pops open.
his eyes stay open, the visible one pitch dark and watching jiaoqiu's reactions, lashes half lidded, smirk on his face. there's such a clear taunt here, a you think you can make it this long? and it comes to therion as he's settled imperiously over him, pushing the shirt open fully, that he does want to make jiaoqiu come. he wants to pull it out of jiaoqiu before he gets the chance to fuck him, drive him that much crazier for it, because the payout will be worth the reward, and he likes watching jiaoqiu fall apart. frankly, with the kind of mood he seems to be in, he wonders how many times he could get jiaoqiu and his crazy refractory time to fall apart tonight. might be fun.
so, he's going to continue being a bully and a brat, a tease for as long as he can. once jiaoqiu's shirt is open, he shifts his position, hips lifting off of jiaoqiu's as he slides up his body instead, transitioning easily onto his knees to pull his shirt off from behind. does he need to drop low up his body to press theirs together, to push his ass in the air to make the coins fall like water down his lithe back, to sit back up slowly as he's divested him of it? no, probably not. does he need to sit back slow in his lap so he grinds up against the full length of his hard cock when he rises again? certainly not.
boy, jiaoqiu better hope he didn't wear an undershirt because he's really going to make sure this takes as long as possible, and the more articles of clothing there are, the easier that is. ]
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he lays out flat on the bed, pink hair fanning across the mattress - it's tangled in places and his braids are falling out after therion dug his fingers into them earlier. the fur on his ears is all bristled and standing up, and they keep twitching every time he has to hold himself back from grabbing. jiaoqiu rests his hands on the bed, panting in desperation as he stares up at therion, and it's thoroughly embarrassing but he's pretty sure he's going to just come in his pants this way. he knows therion is trying to make that happen with the way he just circles his hips, and he's resisting, but. he's strung out and needy, there's no way to avoid it.
it's fine. therion's right, with his refractory time, he can probably coax more than a couple out of him for that really exhausted, fucked out effect.
therion drags his hands over jiaoqiu, presses at old bruises and makes jiaoqiu shake with it - his eyes are on the belt, the swaying motion of the metal against skin. his eyes are also on therion's fingers, quick and clever as they undo the buttons on his dress shirt. warm skin against warm skin, like fire - he's not as muscled as therion, and while he's bony, he's also squishier, softer at the edges. easier to bruise. those hands have drawn so much pleasure out of him, and his racing mind imagines all of those times, pictures them wrapped around his cock, or in his mouth, or inside him, coaxing him into crying out, and between that and the way therion looks at him, smirking like he's won, he's lost to it.
which is why when therion divests him of his shirt and drags his body all up against jiaoqiu's front, grinds their hips together, it sets him off like a gunshot. jiaoqiu jerks, hands instinctively coming up to grab at therion's waist and hips to keep him where he is, juddering up against him as he just comes in his pants. it's too much. ]
-- Don't. [ he gasps out, immediately, trying for stern and failing. don't make fun of him!! horrible brat who caused this!! he is so not satisfied, and he whines as his head falls back, his ears flicking almost angrily. it's stupid, he's mad that therion is so hot in this outfit that he can't keep himself together. he isn't a teenager, god dammit!! ]
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the hands at his hips slow him down - he knows exactly what it looks like when jiaoqiu's about to come and did nothing but egg it on, presses down harder when his hips judder. he feels him soak the front of his slacks even through the thin material of the costume, and it feels good just to press down into that too, the blooming heat now trapped between them as he slows and stops. the good news is he's fully hard, now, because watching jiaoqiu release still fully clothed is both hot and satisfying.
the smirk spreads across his face again - absolutely just, obnoxiously smug, and he takes the shirt still in his hands and drops it off to the side, and then innocently sets both hands on his chest. it's a good thing he doesn't have a tail, because it'd be wagging, as he more or less preens from his imperious position, politely not making a single remark.
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Better get you out of those, huh.
[ okay maybe he can't resist saying something. ]
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and then therion sasses him and he just growls his annoyance. it's not serious, he's not actually mad, but he is flustered and, funnily enough, he's not even going soft, here. the muscles in his stomach clench and tighten up when therion sets his hands on his chest, and one of jiaoqiu's own hands comes around from therion's hip to just grab therion's ass, squeezing it as punishment. ]
Take them off me. Now.
[ he huffs out an order, because he's decided that he will not be doing any more work until therion makes up for this brattery. ]
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continuing to radiate amusement as he growls, the fluster does not surprise him, and neither does the 'punishment' - though he's not expecting it, all him squeezing his ass gets him to do is rock his hips back into it, grinding against him. snickering, he drawls: ]
Yes, sir.
[ though, the grind backwards does come with a surprise, in that he's not even softened despite having an orgasm wrung out of him? some of the smug fades briefly, enough that he can raise both eyebrows, and then rocks back against him again just to text it, the bells ringing softly as he does.
interesting. his eyes flick back to jiaoqiu's face, and he asks, sarcastically cloying - ] Not going to watch?
[ because of course he cannot resist getting in another dig, and he snickers a little to himself as he readjusts. he'll stop bullying jiaoqiu half to death physically, at least, bringing his legs in and slowly easing off of his lap - this time silently, his moves back to his normal careful as he sets a foot back on the floor, and pops his button and fly, glancing down at his handiwork, even kneeling down since someone's feeling (righteously) bossy.
swatting either side of his hips to get him to lift them up, therion pulls his pants down and over jiaoqiu's hips, tugging them all the way down so he can kick them off. as he reaches up to get his underwear, he runs a finger around the inside of the waistband, and then over the mess he just caused, glancing up. if jiaoqiu's watching, he smirks again, and brings his fingertips to his own mouth, absently licking one clean. ]
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