[ 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. ]
[ oh no, the sir really gets him. the twitch in his expression gives him away, but he will simply not acknowledge that he liked that, in the mood he's in.
he shudders again when therion rocks back - he's not as hard as he was, just this nebulous in-between where he's still aching and oversensitive all in one. absently, he licks at his lips and digs his claws into the mattress as therion slides down half to brace himself against the edge of the bed and the floor. even if he's grouchy about everything, jiaoqiu immediately misses having therion curled up close to him, so he does help a bit with lifting his hips. the relief of being out of his pants makes him sigh, and he adjusts on the bed, arching slightly now that he's free.
and there's a little mmft that he lets out, opening his eyes in time to see therion lick at his fingertips. between his legs, his tail fwips up to whack at therion's chest, but just once. it's mostly trying to distract therion from seeing his dick twitch at the sight of him licking his finger clean. ]
[ he better enjoy it because that's the only time he's going to hear it (later punishment perhaps notwithstanding.)
look at him sulking. naturally, therion just looks amused as jiaoqiu grumbles, snickering a little to himself as he pulls his underwear down. much like jiaoqiu's anger isn't entirely real, therion being a little shit does not negate him from being careful not to agitate him too much as he's getting jiaoqiu out of his clothes, lifting the waistband up and over his dick so as not to give him too much pressure too fast. that, and the tail thwap just makes him laugh, a brighter noise, shitty but just as pleased for it as he bats the tail harmlessly out of his way.
since his underwear are already soaked, so therion will (nicely) clean up a little after himself - thankfully, most of the mess was self contained - and therion drops those to the side, and then stands up, setting a hand on his hip and looking down at jiaoqiu sprawled on the covers for a minute, enjoying his sulking face, his flush, the fact that he's clearly still hard. not that therion's any better, but he's so busy peacocking and enjoying his victory he's really not paying attention to it.
but, since he was so nicely told, he does come back - easing onto the bed on his knees over jiaoqiu's lap. he doesn't ease down right away, leaning back a bit to put himself on full display, and tips his head back. he's just waiting, letting jiaoqiu decide what he wants next and not being even a tiny bit apologetic. you riled him up, you face the consequences. ]
[ the care in therion's movements makes jiaoqiu less grouchy, anyway. it's the laugh that makes him ease up, because no matter how lost or feral he is, the noise makes his heart feel like goo. don't look at him, he's so very fond for a moment, eyes soft as therion bats his tail away.
but then he's cleaned off, and therion climbs back down over him, showing off. it's sort of funny, because once he's got therion in his lap again and he's able to touch him, he isn't sure what he wants first. it's like being presented with a buffet, and he's starving but he doesn't even know where to start with what he wants to taste first.
so he settles for the basics, first. he touches. his hands drag up therion's thighs, over the fabric, scrunching it under his fingers. he slides them inward, kneading at the meat of his thigh, and then out again, avoiding touching him where he's hard and wanting. instead, he keeps moving up, stroking his thumbs over therion's stomach, gripping at his hips in that same way he did earlier, like he's getting something out of seeing how his hands fit around therion's waist. and then even further - over his abs, tracing his muscles, feeling every shift and twitch.
it's fuel. the longer he touches the more eager he gets, and by the time he reaches that thin top, jiaoqiu gathers the fabric in his fist and yanks therion down, pulling him into a kiss. now that he can reach, he slides his free hand under therion's top so that he can map out every bit of therion's skin with a warm, un-calloused palm. with therion bent over him, it's easier to rock their hips together, and there's so much less fabric in the way this time. jiaoqiu sighs, high and breathless, and brings the hand not gripping at therion's shirt around to get a hold on therion's ass, pushing him down and into jiaoqiu's seeking hips.
and between slick, messy kisses, he murmurs: ] Give me an answer, Therion.
[ what do you want? he needs a yes or a no, for his own peace of mind. ]
[ even if things are heated, it feels like they slow down a little with the reverent way jiaoqiu starts to touch him. therion watches him through half lidded eyes, watches jiaoqiu's hands move across his body. though he is generally confident, he doesn't think much about being hot as much as he does when he's in bed with jiaoqiu. his body functions, it does what he needs it to do, but under jiaoqiu's hands, it's a weapon between the bedsheets just as much as it is something to be cherished, wanted.
so, he lets jiaoqiu explore. it'd be nice to be touched - his hips rise when jiaoqiu kneads at the muscles in his thighs, slowly, but he doesn't chase it, instead moving here and there to follow his hands. he shifts his hips around again when jiaoqiu grips them, sends the coins ringing softly with the motion, underneath his hands - arches his back, when jiaoqiu touches his stomach, the sharpness of his muscles. they contract when he breathes in, when his soft hands stroke areas that are more sensitive, and same so as they dance up the top. the coins jingle carelessly as he's yanked back downwards, and the rough motion gets him to grin, followed up by the one on his ass. drawn downwards, he grinds hard against jiaoqiu, rolling his hips in a circle, pressing his ass back into his hand. he's still dressed completely, so the texture of the silk, just slightly damp, has to feel wild against bare skin, and bent like this, he can rub up against his stomach and pick up some friction, a little relief in that regard, too.
and then he's talking? god, he was distracted by the messy, wet kiss, biting his lower lip, tongue sliding against his and therion manages a half muffled - ] What? [ distractedly against his mouth, because he's already forgotten about what jiaoqiu asked him like five minutes ago, and he is very invested in making out with him. ]
[ it's so hard because he's also really invested in making out with therion, and he's having a hard time pulling away to ask coherently. he can feel therion at his stomach, and he arches up just a bit with every rock to give therion something to push against. the sound of the coins sticks in his head, and his hips are sort of - rutting, rather than rocking, less graceful and more falling right back into rough.
but, he pulls his mouth away just enough to speak. ]
What do you want? [ he asks, breathless, taking a second to press their foreheads together. it's hard to keep his head clear enough to do because the silk folding and scrunching against his bare skin as their hips meet is driving him back up to those insane levels of hot. it feels so much better this way, and the idea that he's doing a little ruining of his own is addicting. he does not stop moving when he asks his question, but instead slides his hand inward, still gripping at therion's ass but dipping his fingers in, not pressing inside him but teasing at it, to give him an idea of what he's asking.
he's really honestly fine if therion wants to fuck him, that's their default for a reason, but that's a different type of feral and he wants to know which one therion wants before he just lets himself go. ]
[ oh. well. there's no better reminder than the dip of his fingers when therion presses back into his hands. it's dry, a feeling that makes him prickle straight down his spine, something that stands out even more than jiaoqiu's body rutting into his, no matter how good that friction between them feels, and he inhales, sharp.
right. that and the way their foreheads press together have his eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open, and on a slower rock, he rolls his hips back into his hand, and mutters - ] Thought we decided this already...?
[ it's more of an aside than it is a real answer - some of the flush on his face is redder, spreading across his nose as he ducks in to kiss him again, once, twice. there's a very slight thread of discomfort in his stomach, but it's overcome so, so quickly by the sense memory - jiaoqiu rolls up against him and he recalls the last time, hands laced together, how good it felt to release and just let go, to know it's safe to fall as opposed to the same experience many times over in the past. to hand yourself over to be taken, as opposed to just being stolen away.
he bites jiaoqiu's lower lip, tugs lightly, and then murmurs against his mouth in a low, just teasing tone, voice hot into his mouth: ] You want it so bad, take it.
[ as he rolls decisively back into his fingers, leaning forward further to press into jiaoqiu's hands, it's confirmation. in his own therion way, a yes that comes with the edge of a challenge. consent. ]
[ that's what he's waiting for - and he trusts therion to tell him if he needs to stop at any point, too.
you want it so bad, take it makes a thrill run up his spine. he isn't really that much of a taker, in general. jiaoqiu spends most of his life giving, carving pieces of himself off to hand out to others, and it suits him fine. he isn't always sure how to be aggressive and cocksure, because he's never had to be; he was always in the background, letting others take point. but he thinks he can do it with therion. he thinks that this is the easiest it's every been to take, because he wants therion so badly.
so therion bites his lip, and jiaoqiu rises to that challenge. he tenses, and rolls them over, wrestling with him a bit. his aim is to get therion on his stomach, settled between his legs. if he can manage that, he nudges therion's legs apart with his knee, and then rests his hand on therion's lower back as he leans over to rummage through their bedside table.
we're going to ignore the logistics of claws, actually. maybe he has fuckin claw caps for this i don't know. ]
in a sense, this is an offering, because much like jiaoqiu doesn't know very well how to take, therion doesn't much know how to give. he's never had anything to give over, and when he did, he gave too much to someone who didn't deserve it, and got burned from it. it's taken him some time to come to this level of comfort with jiaoqiu, but the trust that they've built has paved the way to this. the first time showed it was safe. bit by bit, jiaoqiu has shown himself as safe.
not that he's thinking about any of that right now. what he's thinking about is how hot it is that jiaoqiu rises to meet the challenge - rolls them over. the minute he tries to wrestle and move him around, therion gives as good as he gets, pushing and squirming, pressing their bodies together to be a brat and to take that friction for himself. therion has the strength advantage, but jiaoqiu is, frankly, smarter than him, so when he gets flipped over because he pushed too hard at being a brat, it's probably what he deserved and undeniably, it's a little hot. breathing a little harder, he looks over his shoulder, watching jiaoqiu with heated, dark eyes, held in place by the hand on his lower back. just like before, he could easily break out of this if he wants to - he doesn't.
he does, however, test the limits of this situation, physically and mentally - arching back against his hand, letting the coins glitter and clink together like it's enticing him closer, taunting again. as to be expected of an escape artist, he's not great at holding still. ]
[ he's quick to come back, because the sound of the coins in his ears makes him impatient - he wants to hear those coins rattle, he wants to see the belt taut as he wraps his fingers around it. as it is, this is doing things to his senses, looking back over to therion laid out. as much as he enjoys face to face, it's not what he's going for - he has so much more skin he can reach this way, and he can see the arch of therion's back, he can get his hands on therion's hips and ass, and that switches his brain back firmly into feral marking territory.
he meets therion's gaze briefly, and then, holding the oil in one hand, moves back over to ease over therion's back. before anything, he leans down to take therion's jaw in hand and tilt his head to the side to kiss him, absently rocking his hips against therion's ass and lower back without really meaning to just because it feels good to do. it feels particularly dirty to do this when he's fully undressed and therion isn't, and his fur is standing on edge because of it. and when he pulls away from his mouth, he mouths his way down therion's spine, leaving a trail of kisses behind.
impatiently, he tugs therion's pants back down just enough, down to his mid-thighs, and uncaps the bottle to drip oil over his fingers, over therion's lower back and ass, teasing his fingers at therion's entrance. he's only done this one before, but therion's reactions from the first time are practically burned into his memory. ]
[ the kiss is good - it injects heat into the moment where he's waiting, and he tilts his head up to return it, into the warm fingers on his jaw and opens into it, languidly sliding his tongue into jiaoqiu's mouth and relishing in the heat of the contact, feeling the weight of him pressed back into him briefly. he's taken jiaoqiu like this plenty of times before, and it's often one of his favorites, and though it's not his first time, with jiaoqiu, it's a little different. the feral nature's familiar, but the kiss already sets the tone, and he feels a tiny flutter in his ribcage, a heart-thumping sensation at being cared for that makes him embarrassed at himself for thinking something so fucking sappy in the middle of jiaoqiu going half feral over a stupid dance costume. god.
thankfully, he's distracted as jiaoqiu moves on. each kiss down his spine leaves a lasting moment of heat behind in its place, lingering long after his mouth moves on, sending bursts of sensation down to his groin, which makes the first drip of the oil startling. the temperature difference - it's cold - makes him hiss between his teeth, unconsciously snapping his hips upwards towards his hand on the contact. he's not pinned by the hands, so his come up to snarl in the sheets, instead for something to hold onto.
he keeps his head turned for now, keeps his eyes on jiaoqiu - watching to see what he's doing, eyes dark and breathing shallow. he was a lot more tightly wound the first time, and some of that remains here, but the roughneck pace of all of this is familiar enough that it's setting therion's relative issues at ease in the familiarity. a little ironic, all things considered. ]
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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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he shudders again when therion rocks back - he's not as hard as he was, just this nebulous in-between where he's still aching and oversensitive all in one. absently, he licks at his lips and digs his claws into the mattress as therion slides down half to brace himself against the edge of the bed and the floor. even if he's grouchy about everything, jiaoqiu immediately misses having therion curled up close to him, so he does help a bit with lifting his hips. the relief of being out of his pants makes him sigh, and he adjusts on the bed, arching slightly now that he's free.
and there's a little mmft that he lets out, opening his eyes in time to see therion lick at his fingertips. between his legs, his tail fwips up to whack at therion's chest, but just once. it's mostly trying to distract therion from seeing his dick twitch at the sight of him licking his finger clean. ]
Hurry up. [ he grumbles. come back. ]
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look at him sulking. naturally, therion just looks amused as jiaoqiu grumbles, snickering a little to himself as he pulls his underwear down. much like jiaoqiu's anger isn't entirely real, therion being a little shit does not negate him from being careful not to agitate him too much as he's getting jiaoqiu out of his clothes, lifting the waistband up and over his dick so as not to give him too much pressure too fast. that, and the tail thwap just makes him laugh, a brighter noise, shitty but just as pleased for it as he bats the tail harmlessly out of his way.
since his underwear are already soaked, so therion will (nicely) clean up a little after himself - thankfully, most of the mess was self contained - and therion drops those to the side, and then stands up, setting a hand on his hip and looking down at jiaoqiu sprawled on the covers for a minute, enjoying his sulking face, his flush, the fact that he's clearly still hard. not that therion's any better, but he's so busy peacocking and enjoying his victory he's really not paying attention to it.
but, since he was so nicely told, he does come back - easing onto the bed on his knees over jiaoqiu's lap. he doesn't ease down right away, leaning back a bit to put himself on full display, and tips his head back. he's just waiting, letting jiaoqiu decide what he wants next and not being even a tiny bit apologetic. you riled him up, you face the consequences. ]
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but then he's cleaned off, and therion climbs back down over him, showing off. it's sort of funny, because once he's got therion in his lap again and he's able to touch him, he isn't sure what he wants first. it's like being presented with a buffet, and he's starving but he doesn't even know where to start with what he wants to taste first.
so he settles for the basics, first. he touches. his hands drag up therion's thighs, over the fabric, scrunching it under his fingers. he slides them inward, kneading at the meat of his thigh, and then out again, avoiding touching him where he's hard and wanting. instead, he keeps moving up, stroking his thumbs over therion's stomach, gripping at his hips in that same way he did earlier, like he's getting something out of seeing how his hands fit around therion's waist. and then even further - over his abs, tracing his muscles, feeling every shift and twitch.
it's fuel. the longer he touches the more eager he gets, and by the time he reaches that thin top, jiaoqiu gathers the fabric in his fist and yanks therion down, pulling him into a kiss. now that he can reach, he slides his free hand under therion's top so that he can map out every bit of therion's skin with a warm, un-calloused palm. with therion bent over him, it's easier to rock their hips together, and there's so much less fabric in the way this time. jiaoqiu sighs, high and breathless, and brings the hand not gripping at therion's shirt around to get a hold on therion's ass, pushing him down and into jiaoqiu's seeking hips.
and between slick, messy kisses, he murmurs: ] Give me an answer, Therion.
[ what do you want? he needs a yes or a no, for his own peace of mind. ]
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so, he lets jiaoqiu explore. it'd be nice to be touched - his hips rise when jiaoqiu kneads at the muscles in his thighs, slowly, but he doesn't chase it, instead moving here and there to follow his hands. he shifts his hips around again when jiaoqiu grips them, sends the coins ringing softly with the motion, underneath his hands - arches his back, when jiaoqiu touches his stomach, the sharpness of his muscles. they contract when he breathes in, when his soft hands stroke areas that are more sensitive, and same so as they dance up the top. the coins jingle carelessly as he's yanked back downwards, and the rough motion gets him to grin, followed up by the one on his ass. drawn downwards, he grinds hard against jiaoqiu, rolling his hips in a circle, pressing his ass back into his hand. he's still dressed completely, so the texture of the silk, just slightly damp, has to feel wild against bare skin, and bent like this, he can rub up against his stomach and pick up some friction, a little relief in that regard, too.
and then he's talking? god, he was distracted by the messy, wet kiss, biting his lower lip, tongue sliding against his and therion manages a half muffled - ] What? [ distractedly against his mouth, because he's already forgotten about what jiaoqiu asked him like five minutes ago, and he is very invested in making out with him. ]
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but, he pulls his mouth away just enough to speak. ]
What do you want? [ he asks, breathless, taking a second to press their foreheads together. it's hard to keep his head clear enough to do because the silk folding and scrunching against his bare skin as their hips meet is driving him back up to those insane levels of hot. it feels so much better this way, and the idea that he's doing a little ruining of his own is addicting. he does not stop moving when he asks his question, but instead slides his hand inward, still gripping at therion's ass but dipping his fingers in, not pressing inside him but teasing at it, to give him an idea of what he's asking.
he's really honestly fine if therion wants to fuck him, that's their default for a reason, but that's a different type of feral and he wants to know which one therion wants before he just lets himself go. ]
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right. that and the way their foreheads press together have his eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open, and on a slower rock, he rolls his hips back into his hand, and mutters - ] Thought we decided this already...?
[ it's more of an aside than it is a real answer - some of the flush on his face is redder, spreading across his nose as he ducks in to kiss him again, once, twice. there's a very slight thread of discomfort in his stomach, but it's overcome so, so quickly by the sense memory - jiaoqiu rolls up against him and he recalls the last time, hands laced together, how good it felt to release and just let go, to know it's safe to fall as opposed to the same experience many times over in the past. to hand yourself over to be taken, as opposed to just being stolen away.
he bites jiaoqiu's lower lip, tugs lightly, and then murmurs against his mouth in a low, just teasing tone, voice hot into his mouth: ] You want it so bad, take it.
[ as he rolls decisively back into his fingers, leaning forward further to press into jiaoqiu's hands, it's confirmation. in his own therion way, a yes that comes with the edge of a challenge. consent. ]
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you want it so bad, take it makes a thrill run up his spine. he isn't really that much of a taker, in general. jiaoqiu spends most of his life giving, carving pieces of himself off to hand out to others, and it suits him fine. he isn't always sure how to be aggressive and cocksure, because he's never had to be; he was always in the background, letting others take point. but he thinks he can do it with therion. he thinks that this is the easiest it's every been to take, because he wants therion so badly.
so therion bites his lip, and jiaoqiu rises to that challenge. he tenses, and rolls them over, wrestling with him a bit. his aim is to get therion on his stomach, settled between his legs. if he can manage that, he nudges therion's legs apart with his knee, and then rests his hand on therion's lower back as he leans over to rummage through their bedside table.
we're going to ignore the logistics of claws, actually. maybe he has fuckin claw caps for this i don't know. ]
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in a sense, this is an offering, because much like jiaoqiu doesn't know very well how to take, therion doesn't much know how to give. he's never had anything to give over, and when he did, he gave too much to someone who didn't deserve it, and got burned from it. it's taken him some time to come to this level of comfort with jiaoqiu, but the trust that they've built has paved the way to this. the first time showed it was safe. bit by bit, jiaoqiu has shown himself as safe.
not that he's thinking about any of that right now. what he's thinking about is how hot it is that jiaoqiu rises to meet the challenge - rolls them over. the minute he tries to wrestle and move him around, therion gives as good as he gets, pushing and squirming, pressing their bodies together to be a brat and to take that friction for himself. therion has the strength advantage, but jiaoqiu is, frankly, smarter than him, so when he gets flipped over because he pushed too hard at being a brat, it's probably what he deserved and undeniably, it's a little hot. breathing a little harder, he looks over his shoulder, watching jiaoqiu with heated, dark eyes, held in place by the hand on his lower back. just like before, he could easily break out of this if he wants to - he doesn't.
he does, however, test the limits of this situation, physically and mentally - arching back against his hand, letting the coins glitter and clink together like it's enticing him closer, taunting again. as to be expected of an escape artist, he's not great at holding still. ]
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he meets therion's gaze briefly, and then, holding the oil in one hand, moves back over to ease over therion's back. before anything, he leans down to take therion's jaw in hand and tilt his head to the side to kiss him, absently rocking his hips against therion's ass and lower back without really meaning to just because it feels good to do. it feels particularly dirty to do this when he's fully undressed and therion isn't, and his fur is standing on edge because of it. and when he pulls away from his mouth, he mouths his way down therion's spine, leaving a trail of kisses behind.
impatiently, he tugs therion's pants back down just enough, down to his mid-thighs, and uncaps the bottle to drip oil over his fingers, over therion's lower back and ass, teasing his fingers at therion's entrance. he's only done this one before, but therion's reactions from the first time are practically burned into his memory. ]
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thankfully, he's distracted as jiaoqiu moves on. each kiss down his spine leaves a lasting moment of heat behind in its place, lingering long after his mouth moves on, sending bursts of sensation down to his groin, which makes the first drip of the oil startling. the temperature difference - it's cold - makes him hiss between his teeth, unconsciously snapping his hips upwards towards his hand on the contact. he's not pinned by the hands, so his come up to snarl in the sheets, instead for something to hold onto.
he keeps his head turned for now, keeps his eyes on jiaoqiu - watching to see what he's doing, eyes dark and breathing shallow. he was a lot more tightly wound the first time, and some of that remains here, but the roughneck pace of all of this is familiar enough that it's setting therion's relative issues at ease in the familiarity. a little ironic, all things considered. ]
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