[ 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. ]
[ this is actually one of jiaoqiu's favorites, too - when they're really in the thick of it, nothing makes him feel more rabid than when therion's got him on his knees, hand around the base of his tail, grinding him down into the mattress. therion doesn't have a tail, but all the rest of that is so very possible to give him. he wants to make him feel the same way he does when the tables are turned - out of his mind with it, knowing that he can take every bit of pleasure from it without the worry of it going wrong. and on top of that he really wants to fuck up this outfit. that's the more selfish part.
it's jiaoqiu's turn to laugh - nothing huge, just a bit of a huff of amusement when therion hisses at the cold. he rubs it into therion's skin like a brat, kneading at his ass to tease. but he doesn't keep him waiting long, because he thinks the anticipation might work against him here. with jiaoqiu, the teasing works really well on him, riles him up, but he thinks that can come when he's got therion a little more needy.
so, after he's coated his fingers thoroughly, he presses one digit against therion's entrance - and then keeps pressing, sliding inside him. as he does, he leans over therion and presses his mouth against the nape of therion's neck, at his bare shoulder, running his tongue over the marks he left earlier. he stays close, encouraging therion to arch up if he wants, to ask for more with his body, since he knows words are often too difficult.
and if he wasn't hard before, he is now - the sound of therion's breathing and the sight of him laid out flat and mostly obedient against the bed in his stupid dancer outfit is making his head spin. ]
[ rude!!! rude but deserving. his hips twitch when jiaoqiu kneads at him like that - he rolls his eyes and huffs, about to just grumble at him to get on with it when he does.
the first finger's a strange feeling, a breach that has him shut an eye against the sheets, makes his breath catch. with the way his legs are more or less trapped by the silky fabric around his knees, and by jiaoqiu sprawled over his back, he's caught into the position, to feel the way jiaoqiu's finger slides deep inside of him. he exhales, hard, but curls his fingers tighter in the sheets and allows for it, forces himself to relax.
slowly, there's a little more give, as he gets his muscles to loosen. he drops his head down, forehead against the sheets, and lets himself focus on the wet feeling of his tongue on his neck - and after a moment, frees a hand to reach up and curl it hard into jiaoqiu's hair, holding him there. he's not asking for much of anything, and likely won't without being dragged into it, but he is relaxing, and that's the most important part. ]
[ he hums soft, when therion brings a hand up to clutch at his hair. he makes it easier for therion to do so - tilts his head into it, ear flicking. stays right where he is, nosing at therion's neck, burying his face against therion's hair and leaning to nip at his ear. little things, to give him something else to focus on until he's relaxed. or at the very least, starting to relax.
he doesn't press a second one inside just yet, but when therion starts to loosen up, he rocks his wrist. he has to rest on his unoccupied hand in order to be able to balance, but he makes sure that he's making up for not being able to touch by letting his mouth wander, kissing and biting wherever there's skin that isn't already littered with marks. with an easy, steady movement, he works therion open with just one, waiting, watching to see if therion starts to get impatient. ]
[ probably predictably, he does get impatient. he did the first time, too - pushing back against jiaoqiu's fingers, trying to get him to go before anything was even remotely properly prepared. after all, in therion's experience, this process went by in seconds, the careless throwaway motion before they'd get down to it, a hand on the back of his neck and darius' rumbly voice in his ear. the edge of pain is all that he really knew, and it was what he wanted.
so, even after doing this once with jiaoqiu, once where it was romantic and overwhelming, that want doesn't quite go away. he's half paying attention to jiaoqiu kissing his shoulder, to the bites littering his neck, the occasional jolt of sensation, and honestly, he just thinks jiaoqiu's trying to be gentle with him, which is not what he wants, and the absolute fastest way to get him to misbehave - therion makes a little growly noise, and pushes his hips back against jiaoqiu's hand, and then frees his left hand from the covers and snakes it down underneath him. the consequence plants his face further into the blankets, but its worth it: his wrist and his hand bumps blindly into jiaoqiu's as he's half about to slap his hand away and just do it his own damn self. ]
[ oh, that's exactly what he wants, actually - not the impression that this isn't worth it to do, not the past idea that this isn't necessary, but the impatience. he wants therion to get fussy, and he wants to fight him back down.
which is exactly what happens. therion reaches down to try and bat jiaoqiu's hand away, and jiaoqiu lets out a growl of his own, sharp and much more animalistic. he bites therion on the shoulder with a vengeance, all fangs and possession, and slaps therion's hand away. there's a second thought, and then he grabs therion by the wrist and yanks his arm back up to press it against the mattress, as if to say no, mine.
for a moment, he keeps it pinned there, rumbling low under his breath against therion's ear, and when he's reasonably sure therion is going to keep his hand where it is, jiaoqiu moves back down. this time he presses two fingers inside therion, a bit rougher, and uses his own leg to push the dancer outfit out of the way further so he can spread therion's legs apart. the jingle of the bells and coins makes his tail flick, and he can't help himself this time - as his pace picks up, scissoring his fingers, he grinds absently against therion's thigh, cock rubbing at both warm skin and the shoved down waistband of his pants. ]
[ hmm. well, he's going to have to sit with himself about that one if only because the combination of the growl, the smack to the hand, the pin and the bite makes his cock twitch against the covers, hips jerking almost automatically as his breath catches.
he makes a "tch" noise as he's pinned in place, while he's being grumbled at, and his fingers flex, as if he's seriously considering just fighting back and doing it again, and there's no guarantee he won't, but he can behave for a second, begrudgingly curling the sheets between his knuckles again.
he is in some essence rewarded for it, because jiaoqiu picks up the pace, even if it's just a little. he grunts when his legs are spread further, and the new angle is a little better, even if the weirdness of the feeling hasn't quite faded, but jiaoqiu adds a second and that's a little more like it. he forgets about trying to sneak past jiaoqiu's hand again, if only because the burn of the stretch of a second finger gives the right edge of pain, makes him press his forehead into the mattress for a second and suck in a sharp breath through his nose. he is tight around jiaoqiu's fingers, a precursor of what's to come, and the scissoring sensation has therion pushing his hips back insistently into his hand, grinding himself forward into the covers to get a little relief on his front, taking the stripe of friction at the same time he feels jiaoqiu rub against his thigh.
there's another harsh exhale outwards, and he glances backwards again, eyes half lidded, visible pupil blown dark - it feels good, but he wants to get to the main show, so he switches tacks. instead, he speaks up, voice a low rumble. ]
C'mon. [ c'mon, he coaxes, pushing back - there's a jingle of bells as he tests the give of how much he's moved his pants and pushes the corded muscle of his thigh back into jiaoqiu, giving him something to keep pressing against. a brat to the end. ] 's good, right?
[ both of them like it when it hurts a little, jiaoqiu reminds himself. therion isn't breakable, he doesn't have to be overly cautious. but he will make sure that it's the good type of pain, because he isn't darius - he cares about therion enjoying himself more than anything else, and if that means he has to take care to make sure therion can take him, he's going to do it.
still. it won't be long before he loses his patience again - therion is so tight around his fingers, and he keeps imagining what that'll feel like once he's inside of him. but therion keeps pushing back, keeps trying to take over, and jiaoqiu refuses to let him be in charge, this time. this time, he wants therion to be the one that's writhing for it, however impossible that might be. so - he leans his weight a little further against therion, as if he's trying to get him to stop moving his hips down against the mattress, and crooks his fingers, curling them inside of him roughly.
he's leaking against therion's thigh, making a mess of the fabric as therion flexes back against him. ]
Don't rush me. [ he growls against therion's ear, picking up his pace. he thinks two is probably fine, considering, but this is more out of the principle of the thing. therion is not the boss of him. sometimes the brattiness goes both ways. ]
[ it's not as impossible as it might seem, depending on how patient jiaoqiu is - not in a situation where he's earned at least a modicum of his trust, and not if he can drive him crazy enough. after all, he loses his temper with some regularity, and he's not used to being edged, let alone being unable to just take when he wants something.
he's certainly on the right track, because the curl of his fingers gets a sharp gasp out of therion, unmuffled because he was about to run his mouth - his eyes screw shut and his mouth falls open against the covers, because it puts starbursts in his vision briefly and drives his usual self control off course. though he doesn't make a noise, the choked off not sound is more of an indicator than anything. his instinct tells him to roll his hips down and chase the pleasure, but jiaoqiu's weight on his back pins him further, and he wriggles backwards instead, the insistent gesture needy and sending the coins scattering, jingling wildly as he tries to press back into his fingers.
the stretch burns, but the faster pace is better, and the principle of the thing, bratty for bratty, seems to be working well enough for him, too, because he's giving it right back. he makes a noise that might be a scoff, half because he's caught and half agreeing - he can feel the wet spot he's starting to leave on the costume, the way the silk is sticking to the back of his knees, to the back of his thighs, and he rumbles back, ] Why not, gonna - [ a brief catch of his breath when jiaoqiu's fingers spread him further open than he's expecting, before he valiantly regains it, ]- lose it again?
[ taunting him further, egging that feral, growly behavior on. ]
[ he is absolutely one hundred percent satisfied with the way that therion gasps like that, sighing out where he's pressed his face against therion's other shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the sheer fabric. almost like a reward, he shifts, and on his next pass, presses a third finger in just because he can, because therion is trying to get more, because he's pushing back up into it and jiaoqiu is insane about the sight of him face down in the pillows with his ass in the air, coins glittering in the dim light of the room. the smell of them mingled together almost has his mouth watering, and he lets it fill his senses, lets his patience fade just a tick more.
he's a quick learner, at least. every time therion's breath catches, he tries to repeat exactly what he just did. until therion taunts him, and then - he stops. pauses his movement entirely, fingers pressed deep, gently stroking inside to tease but giving no friction. ]
Might. [ he murmurs, breath hot at therion's neck, sucking a hickey right under his ear. ] Could keep you here and finish on your back, and leave you with nothing.
[ if that's not a mark of how heated he feels, not much else would be. he's going to be embarrassed later, when he remembers what came out of his mouth - and this isn't even that bad, even if it's a lot for jiaoqiu to get to a point where he says anything during sex. it's the only place he isn't a chatterbox. ]
that's starting to build up nicely - the friction of his two fingers is starting to feel good, and right when he wants more, this time jiaoqiu follows through. and the third is a stretch, but it burns just right, and there's another one of those choked off not-noises as he presses his cheek into the blankets a little further, half scrabbles at where he's trapped, trying to get more of that, it's an uncontrolled movement, unthinking, the golden coins clanking together as he presses back, and -
jiaoqiu fucking stops. therion could kill him - he lets out a sharp growl of his own, sounding more like a rabid dog than a person for a second as he grips at the sheets, turning his head to glare. though, admittedly, it is not nearly as powerful as usual, seeing as how he is flushed bright red from forehead to chest and trembling trying not to react any further than that. the glare is also substantiated by jiaoqiu at his ear, and he can feel his breath hot against the piercings in the lobe, the hickey sending sparks of sensation down his spine. good, but not enough, not like his fingers were a second ago.
however, immediately: ]
I'd flip you over and fuck you down into the mattress before you could blink.
[ this is growledout, because jiaoqiu might be shy about dirty talk, but therion sure as fuck isn't. don't you dare leave him here!! and don't stop!!!! ]
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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.
or, ]
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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it's jiaoqiu's turn to laugh - nothing huge, just a bit of a huff of amusement when therion hisses at the cold. he rubs it into therion's skin like a brat, kneading at his ass to tease. but he doesn't keep him waiting long, because he thinks the anticipation might work against him here. with jiaoqiu, the teasing works really well on him, riles him up, but he thinks that can come when he's got therion a little more needy.
so, after he's coated his fingers thoroughly, he presses one digit against therion's entrance - and then keeps pressing, sliding inside him. as he does, he leans over therion and presses his mouth against the nape of therion's neck, at his bare shoulder, running his tongue over the marks he left earlier. he stays close, encouraging therion to arch up if he wants, to ask for more with his body, since he knows words are often too difficult.
and if he wasn't hard before, he is now - the sound of therion's breathing and the sight of him laid out flat and mostly obedient against the bed in his stupid dancer outfit is making his head spin. ]
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the first finger's a strange feeling, a breach that has him shut an eye against the sheets, makes his breath catch. with the way his legs are more or less trapped by the silky fabric around his knees, and by jiaoqiu sprawled over his back, he's caught into the position, to feel the way jiaoqiu's finger slides deep inside of him. he exhales, hard, but curls his fingers tighter in the sheets and allows for it, forces himself to relax.
slowly, there's a little more give, as he gets his muscles to loosen. he drops his head down, forehead against the sheets, and lets himself focus on the wet feeling of his tongue on his neck - and after a moment, frees a hand to reach up and curl it hard into jiaoqiu's hair, holding him there. he's not asking for much of anything, and likely won't without being dragged into it, but he is relaxing, and that's the most important part. ]
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he doesn't press a second one inside just yet, but when therion starts to loosen up, he rocks his wrist. he has to rest on his unoccupied hand in order to be able to balance, but he makes sure that he's making up for not being able to touch by letting his mouth wander, kissing and biting wherever there's skin that isn't already littered with marks. with an easy, steady movement, he works therion open with just one, waiting, watching to see if therion starts to get impatient. ]
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so, even after doing this once with jiaoqiu, once where it was romantic and overwhelming, that want doesn't quite go away. he's half paying attention to jiaoqiu kissing his shoulder, to the bites littering his neck, the occasional jolt of sensation, and honestly, he just thinks jiaoqiu's trying to be gentle with him, which is not what he wants, and the absolute fastest way to get him to misbehave - therion makes a little growly noise, and pushes his hips back against jiaoqiu's hand, and then frees his left hand from the covers and snakes it down underneath him. the consequence plants his face further into the blankets, but its worth it: his wrist and his hand bumps blindly into jiaoqiu's as he's half about to slap his hand away and just do it his own damn self. ]
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which is exactly what happens. therion reaches down to try and bat jiaoqiu's hand away, and jiaoqiu lets out a growl of his own, sharp and much more animalistic. he bites therion on the shoulder with a vengeance, all fangs and possession, and slaps therion's hand away. there's a second thought, and then he grabs therion by the wrist and yanks his arm back up to press it against the mattress, as if to say no, mine.
for a moment, he keeps it pinned there, rumbling low under his breath against therion's ear, and when he's reasonably sure therion is going to keep his hand where it is, jiaoqiu moves back down. this time he presses two fingers inside therion, a bit rougher, and uses his own leg to push the dancer outfit out of the way further so he can spread therion's legs apart. the jingle of the bells and coins makes his tail flick, and he can't help himself this time - as his pace picks up, scissoring his fingers, he grinds absently against therion's thigh, cock rubbing at both warm skin and the shoved down waistband of his pants. ]
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he makes a "tch" noise as he's pinned in place, while he's being grumbled at, and his fingers flex, as if he's seriously considering just fighting back and doing it again, and there's no guarantee he won't, but he can behave for a second, begrudgingly curling the sheets between his knuckles again.
he is in some essence rewarded for it, because jiaoqiu picks up the pace, even if it's just a little. he grunts when his legs are spread further, and the new angle is a little better, even if the weirdness of the feeling hasn't quite faded, but jiaoqiu adds a second and that's a little more like it. he forgets about trying to sneak past jiaoqiu's hand again, if only because the burn of the stretch of a second finger gives the right edge of pain, makes him press his forehead into the mattress for a second and suck in a sharp breath through his nose. he is tight around jiaoqiu's fingers, a precursor of what's to come, and the scissoring sensation has therion pushing his hips back insistently into his hand, grinding himself forward into the covers to get a little relief on his front, taking the stripe of friction at the same time he feels jiaoqiu rub against his thigh.
there's another harsh exhale outwards, and he glances backwards again, eyes half lidded, visible pupil blown dark - it feels good, but he wants to get to the main show, so he switches tacks. instead, he speaks up, voice a low rumble. ]
C'mon. [ c'mon, he coaxes, pushing back - there's a jingle of bells as he tests the give of how much he's moved his pants and pushes the corded muscle of his thigh back into jiaoqiu, giving him something to keep pressing against. a brat to the end. ] 's good, right?
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still. it won't be long before he loses his patience again - therion is so tight around his fingers, and he keeps imagining what that'll feel like once he's inside of him. but therion keeps pushing back, keeps trying to take over, and jiaoqiu refuses to let him be in charge, this time. this time, he wants therion to be the one that's writhing for it, however impossible that might be. so - he leans his weight a little further against therion, as if he's trying to get him to stop moving his hips down against the mattress, and crooks his fingers, curling them inside of him roughly.
he's leaking against therion's thigh, making a mess of the fabric as therion flexes back against him. ]
Don't rush me. [ he growls against therion's ear, picking up his pace. he thinks two is probably fine, considering, but this is more out of the principle of the thing. therion is not the boss of him. sometimes the brattiness goes both ways. ]
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he's certainly on the right track, because the curl of his fingers gets a sharp gasp out of therion, unmuffled because he was about to run his mouth - his eyes screw shut and his mouth falls open against the covers, because it puts starbursts in his vision briefly and drives his usual self control off course. though he doesn't make a noise, the choked off not sound is more of an indicator than anything. his instinct tells him to roll his hips down and chase the pleasure, but jiaoqiu's weight on his back pins him further, and he wriggles backwards instead, the insistent gesture needy and sending the coins scattering, jingling wildly as he tries to press back into his fingers.
the stretch burns, but the faster pace is better, and the principle of the thing, bratty for bratty, seems to be working well enough for him, too, because he's giving it right back. he makes a noise that might be a scoff, half because he's caught and half agreeing - he can feel the wet spot he's starting to leave on the costume, the way the silk is sticking to the back of his knees, to the back of his thighs, and he rumbles back, ] Why not, gonna - [ a brief catch of his breath when jiaoqiu's fingers spread him further open than he's expecting, before he valiantly regains it, ]- lose it again?
[ taunting him further, egging that feral, growly behavior on. ]
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he's a quick learner, at least. every time therion's breath catches, he tries to repeat exactly what he just did. until therion taunts him, and then - he stops. pauses his movement entirely, fingers pressed deep, gently stroking inside to tease but giving no friction. ]
Might. [ he murmurs, breath hot at therion's neck, sucking a hickey right under his ear. ] Could keep you here and finish on your back, and leave you with nothing.
[ if that's not a mark of how heated he feels, not much else would be. he's going to be embarrassed later, when he remembers what came out of his mouth - and this isn't even that bad, even if it's a lot for jiaoqiu to get to a point where he says anything during sex. it's the only place he isn't a chatterbox. ]
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that's starting to build up nicely - the friction of his two fingers is starting to feel good, and right when he wants more, this time jiaoqiu follows through. and the third is a stretch, but it burns just right, and there's another one of those choked off not-noises as he presses his cheek into the blankets a little further, half scrabbles at where he's trapped, trying to get more of that, it's an uncontrolled movement, unthinking, the golden coins clanking together as he presses back, and -
jiaoqiu fucking stops. therion could kill him - he lets out a sharp growl of his own, sounding more like a rabid dog than a person for a second as he grips at the sheets, turning his head to glare. though, admittedly, it is not nearly as powerful as usual, seeing as how he is flushed bright red from forehead to chest and trembling trying not to react any further than that. the glare is also substantiated by jiaoqiu at his ear, and he can feel his breath hot against the piercings in the lobe, the hickey sending sparks of sensation down his spine. good, but not enough, not like his fingers were a second ago.
however, immediately: ]
I'd flip you over and fuck you down into the mattress before you could blink.
[ this is growledout, because jiaoqiu might be shy about dirty talk, but therion sure as fuck isn't. don't you dare leave him here!! and don't stop!!!! ]
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