[ once he's finished with this he intends to make therion nap with him, so it's okay. he can stay awake for now. especially if it means he talks to jiaoqiu in that voice, low and rough, relaxed. his ear flicks, and then eases down, comfortable. ]
I clean up when I'm done. [ he says primly, but it's just teasing, like usual. his heart is too warm from the way therion sleepily blinks at him, the tilt of his head. affection drips from him, from his hands and from his expression, in a way it doesn't in the day to day. not because he doesn't feel it, but because he's always so scared to show it plainly. he tries, because he knows therion finds it difficult too, because one of them has to be the one to cross the gap, but it isn't easy to hold out his heart. it's ruined, torn through by the loss of two people he had made his life around - crushed and ripped further by a borisin who used him as he pleased, gave him life in a way that was never safe, just adrenaline-fueled, heart beating out of fear and not safety. it's something, to allow a creature whose biology is specifically tuned to terrify you to touch you when you're stripped of all protection.
but it's been better, here. he's been gathering all the broken pieces of glass and forming them back into a heart. here, in the warmth of their little place together, in a bed that smells like them and a trust that keeps getting reinforced, it's okay to give affection. it won't be rejected. it won't be taunted. they can pull each other apart and put each other back together.
gently, he runs the washcloth over therion's back, making sure the scratch marks are clean. and then leans down, pressing kisses to his back, following the path. he doesn't need to handle therion this way, and he knows that it isn't needed, but he's thinking still, a bit, about how therion reacted to what he said earlier and he wants to put distance between therion's previous encounters and this. this is good. jiaoqiu will take care of him, even after he's done taking his pleasure. ]
[ there's a soft, rumbly laugh to that, more of a lazy chuckle than anything - he watches jiaoqiu for a little while longer, watching his ears ease down. jiaoqiu's hard to read sometimes, but therion's learned him beyond just his body language. he's always been observant, and he took getting to know a foxian in relative stride, but now he knows him intimately, and in this moment, it's kind of nice to see him so relaxed. though, he has to laugh a little about it, internally - of course he's relaxed, he just came like five times. marked change from a couple hours ago.
his eyes close again, slow, as jiaoqiu cleans his back. he's got those little scratches from his claws - they lay over older ones, nearly healed, newly scratched, over and over - red marks from the belt still half strung around his waist, and bruises on his hips, smatterings of marks. spots where jiaoqiu left something behind, all visible and clear against his tan skin, standing out among all of his scars and prior injuries, against the sharp backdrop of his lean muscle. fresh marks, but marks that came not from a battered life, but from fooling around with an overexcited fox.
the kisses make something in his chest squeeze, hard. he thinks about protesting - you don't have to do that - but he knows he'll fuss about i, and he doesn't, but he turns his face a little further into the pillows, feeling heat at the back of his neck. it's the equivalent of ducking his face into a scarf, a hoodie, hiding a little from the enormity of his emotions. he doesn't shy out of the affection, even if that's his first instinct.
no - instead, when he speaks up again, it's muffled. a little deadpan. ] ... Front's worse.
[ a sort of distraction, but the truth? he feels squirmy. ]
Nagging you means that we sleep in a bed that isn't wet and sticky.
[ therion can probably tell jiaoqiu is tired - not in a bad way, just in the sort of way that he's going to be very eager to make a nest and use therion as a teddy bear.
he's insistent about making sure that therion is wiped down fully - he doesn't get in depth, obviously, but he makes sure that therion isn't going to leak out onto their sheets too terribly because jiaoqiu was overzealous about coming inside him like three times. he gets the back of therion's legs, his lower back, and makes sure there aren't any cuts or scratches that might get infected before he's satisfied. well, more satisfied. seeing all of those marks he left behind soothes him in a very specific way. he's real. the void isn't all he is, and he has proof.
it's only when he's finished with all that that he answers therion, turning where he's leaned close to kiss his face like a brat. ]
Then turn over, hm? [ he says, running his hand over therion's back, and also his butt, because he can. that's his, he thinks, perhaps a little smugly. ] Let me see the damage.
[ it is probably a good thing that he's fucked out because the sight of the costume being wrecked is going to do things to his brain. terrible. ]
[ he makes a little bit of a face about this, mostly complaining as he cleans up the mess he left behind, which is very embarrassing, and therion drops his face into the pillows and shifts a little to help out where necessary. jiaoqiu left plenty of marks on him, from hickies and scratches to still just so stretched muscles and still red skin.
he rolls his eyes as he's kissed at, turning his cheek away from it also like a brat, and yet still presses a little into his hands, lets him touch whatever he wants, and is honestly invested in being less sticky, so. despite the complaining, he shifts, pushing himself up on his arms, lazily kicks his underwear and the pants off of his foot and down on the ground, and then rolls over.
and as expected, there is a lot of damage! the silk of the top is rucked and wrinkled everywhere, a couple of the bells and coins seconds from falling off. the piece around his neck's crooked, the pretty, gauzy sleeves stuck to his arms in a variety of places from sweating so much. the waist belt that jiaoqiu reattached is still in decent shape if very loose, and beyond that - well, the worst part of it actually is the sticky mess of his own release, which is smeared all over his front from both actually coming and jiaoqiu rubbing it in, all over his muscles, the pretty costume, the belt, even a little up by his chin. he's all scratched up from jiaoqiu's claws, covered in hickies, just - a mess.
this feels very embarrassing - after a minute, he turns his gaze away fiercely, bringing a hand up to clear his throat and turning red down to his collarbones, more awake than he was thirty seconds ago if only because he was embarrassed. ]
[ okay, but the plus side of this is that therion gets to make fun of him a little bit because the neurons in jiaoqiu's brain just like, Activate at seeing the silk all covered. he cannot help this. it's just extremely hot to him to take something so pretty and delicate and mess it up. maybe it's a reflection of what he likes having done to him, but he's not going to examine that too closely. it's fine, he just ignores how his tail poofs up a little when he sees it, expression showing just a flash of the oh, hot emotion before he settles.
still gentle, he sighs out slow and grabs for a clean washcloth. wipes him down, but it's in a way where it's less about the efficiency and more about trying to relax therion. he knows therion is embarrassed, but the only way he's going to get him used to this is through exposure. there's nothing to be embarrassed about, jiaoqiu thinks, and he makes sure to not be amused or snarky or anything, just... kind. he doesn't want therion to feel humiliated or bad for being treated like he's worth something.
he drags the cloth over his inner thighs, over his length, stomach, chest - cleans the bit under his chin, all without comment, just a serene look. any claw marks get special attention from a fresh cloth, making sure they're not covered in dried blood. he traces the grooves of therion's body, eyes on the details - appreciating his muscles, the lithe way he stretches, the way the sleeves of the dancer top stick to his arms, the harsh gold belt against tan skin. he resists the urge to fuckin' lick therion clean, like an insane person. the thought does cross his mind, especially when he's down by therion's dick, but the point of this is not to be horny, it's to - well. groom, kind of, for as much as therion makes fun of him for it.
the belt comes off. and once he's done with that, he sets the washcloth away and brings his hands up to that silk top, and tugs it up. off this goes, too. they can both be fully naked. ]
[ help. the poofy tail draws his attention, when he does peek, finally - he snorts and ducks his head back, closing his eye again. ]
Thank fuck you're lazy.
[ is he lazy. three times is a lot of times? this is a joke, though, because clearly both of them are spent, and he's ragging on himself too, but it's also kind of funny to watch jiaoqiu poof up like that.
and slowly, bit by bit, he lets himself float into his own afterglow, lets that kind of lazy, sleepy feeling take over. the cloth running over his body is warm, and the touch is tender, gentle. it always kills him when jiaoqiu does anything like this, treats therion like something to be treasured, more kindness than the world's ever afforded him, than he's ever afforded himself. he's cooperative for once, slowly lifting his chin, pressing up just a little bit upwards when he cleans off his torso. there's no give to any of him, all hard angles and lean muscles, but jiaoqiu treats him gently, anyway. it's starting to feel a little overwhelming, if at a distance, that sticky feeling his chest making him feel tingly all over, making it feel heavy to breathe, and after a long, long time of him cleaning, he finally lifts his head enough to peek at him. his expression is a little unsure, almost shy, but not so much because he doesn't like it, but because he barely knows how to react.
it's a blink and you'll miss it kind of thing, peeking at him, kissed bruised mouth a little open, brows slightly knit, and then the stupid belt is coming off and it fades away. therion sags and mutters: ] Finally.
[ and then kindly helps in getting out of the stupid costume top. it is gross and makes too much noise, though he got plenty of good use out of it between riling jiaoqiu up and gathering help for primrose, so. maybe it was worth it, in the end.
he sits up as he divests himself of the top and shakes himself out, relieved to be quiet again, and then looks at jiaoqiu. just.. looks at him, for a second, takes in the state of him, and after a second, says, soft and sleep warm still, rough all around the edges: ] ... C'mere.
[ and shifts where he's settled, still sitting up, making space for jiaoqiu to come over. ]
[ this is a note that therion makes that first joke and jiaoqiu makes a full on face at him. just like, cat no like banana nyeh at him, because sometimes he likes to pretend he's a toddler.
anyway, eventually he finishes up, and he tosses the top away to the ground. goodbye, dancer outfit, you served him so well. he really does need to thank primrose somehow, without facing her. maybe he will send her flowers. or like, ask her what her favorite food is and make it for her. without looking her in the eye, because they were so loud tonight that there's no way someone didn't hear. god.
but! he yawns, and goes easily to therion when he asks. it's nothing, to just let therion's sleep-warm voice pull him in. his ears are droopy and he's definitely lost most of his energy. he doesn't know what therion intends to do, but he crawls over and rests his head against therion's shoulder, ready to just tuck himself in. ]
[ he is in fact a toddler. it's okay, it's not like therion is any better.
once jiaoqiu listens and comes over, he lets him settle - his weight is warm against his chest, against his shoulder, and it's settling, is starting to make him kind of sleepy again.
but, once he settles down, therion lifts his hands - and after a beat, starts to gently untangle some of the knots in his hair, combing his thin fingers through absently. he doesn't say anything, but it's kind of a soothing motion, maybe for both of them.
he'll keep combing through his hair, and eventually, starts to fix his side braid, too. ]
[ whether they're sitting or not, he pulls a blanket up to settle over them. at the very least over their laps, so they're not entirely exposed to the cold night air. once he's settled in place, comfortable and curled up, his tail comes around and wraps around therion too.
and then the fingers start pulling through his hair, brushing it out, and jiaoqiu goes absolutely boneless. with a shivery little sigh, he leans up and noses at therion's jaw, and then just stays there, sleepily letting therion comb his hair. this is heaven. this is the best thing to ever happen to him.
there may or may not be foxian purr sounds happening. ]
bundled up under the tail and the blanket, he is warm and comfortable, sated and relaxed, for once in his life, and having jiaoqiu just kind of melt against him like that is nice, too. it feels good. it feels... really good, to be relaxed and not feel like maybe another shoe is going to drop any second now.
braiding is a weird skill to have - a simple one, when you're a thief- but he weaves the braid back into its normal spot, fixing where he fucked it up. it'll have a little curl to it, in the morning, from all that sweat, but secretly, he kind of likes it when it does that, too. braid finished, he just slides his fingers through his hair, and slowly leans back against the pillows with his arms full of fox.
and if his temple shifts a little to rest against his, well, he won't say anything about it. he just rests in that sleepy moment, quietly content - laughs a little, when he makes that little purr noise. ]
[ he just really likes being groomed back!! it's been so long since he's had someone play with his hair, actually, he's had to braid it himself for the last however long.
back against the pillows they go, and he hums, wrapping his arms around therion, closing his eyes. this is a fast track to make him fall asleep, honestly. it's mostly because like therion, this is safe. there is no fear of being upended. he never sleeps so soundly as he does when therion is in bed with him.
the laugh, though - his ear flicks in therion's face. probably on purpose, he's a brat. ]
I don't know what you're talking about. [ he says, still very obviously purring. where is therion's hand. he wants to hold one of them, he liked that from earlier. keep the other one in his hair though, he likes that too. bossy. ]
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I clean up when I'm done. [ he says primly, but it's just teasing, like usual. his heart is too warm from the way therion sleepily blinks at him, the tilt of his head. affection drips from him, from his hands and from his expression, in a way it doesn't in the day to day. not because he doesn't feel it, but because he's always so scared to show it plainly. he tries, because he knows therion finds it difficult too, because one of them has to be the one to cross the gap, but it isn't easy to hold out his heart. it's ruined, torn through by the loss of two people he had made his life around - crushed and ripped further by a borisin who used him as he pleased, gave him life in a way that was never safe, just adrenaline-fueled, heart beating out of fear and not safety. it's something, to allow a creature whose biology is specifically tuned to terrify you to touch you when you're stripped of all protection.
but it's been better, here. he's been gathering all the broken pieces of glass and forming them back into a heart. here, in the warmth of their little place together, in a bed that smells like them and a trust that keeps getting reinforced, it's okay to give affection. it won't be rejected. it won't be taunted. they can pull each other apart and put each other back together.
gently, he runs the washcloth over therion's back, making sure the scratch marks are clean. and then leans down, pressing kisses to his back, following the path. he doesn't need to handle therion this way, and he knows that it isn't needed, but he's thinking still, a bit, about how therion reacted to what he said earlier and he wants to put distance between therion's previous encounters and this. this is good. jiaoqiu will take care of him, even after he's done taking his pleasure. ]
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[ there's a soft, rumbly laugh to that, more of a lazy chuckle than anything - he watches jiaoqiu for a little while longer, watching his ears ease down. jiaoqiu's hard to read sometimes, but therion's learned him beyond just his body language. he's always been observant, and he took getting to know a foxian in relative stride, but now he knows him intimately, and in this moment, it's kind of nice to see him so relaxed. though, he has to laugh a little about it, internally - of course he's relaxed, he just came like five times. marked change from a couple hours ago.
his eyes close again, slow, as jiaoqiu cleans his back. he's got those little scratches from his claws - they lay over older ones, nearly healed, newly scratched, over and over - red marks from the belt still half strung around his waist, and bruises on his hips, smatterings of marks. spots where jiaoqiu left something behind, all visible and clear against his tan skin, standing out among all of his scars and prior injuries, against the sharp backdrop of his lean muscle. fresh marks, but marks that came not from a battered life, but from fooling around with an overexcited fox.
the kisses make something in his chest squeeze, hard. he thinks about protesting - you don't have to do that - but he knows he'll fuss about i, and he doesn't, but he turns his face a little further into the pillows, feeling heat at the back of his neck. it's the equivalent of ducking his face into a scarf, a hoodie, hiding a little from the enormity of his emotions. he doesn't shy out of the affection, even if that's his first instinct.
no - instead, when he speaks up again, it's muffled. a little deadpan. ] ... Front's worse.
[ a sort of distraction, but the truth? he feels squirmy. ]
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[ therion can probably tell jiaoqiu is tired - not in a bad way, just in the sort of way that he's going to be very eager to make a nest and use therion as a teddy bear.
he's insistent about making sure that therion is wiped down fully - he doesn't get in depth, obviously, but he makes sure that therion isn't going to leak out onto their sheets too terribly because jiaoqiu was overzealous about coming inside him like three times. he gets the back of therion's legs, his lower back, and makes sure there aren't any cuts or scratches that might get infected before he's satisfied. well, more satisfied. seeing all of those marks he left behind soothes him in a very specific way. he's real. the void isn't all he is, and he has proof.
it's only when he's finished with all that that he answers therion, turning where he's leaned close to kiss his face like a brat. ]
Then turn over, hm? [ he says, running his hand over therion's back, and also his butt, because he can. that's his, he thinks, perhaps a little smugly. ] Let me see the damage.
[ it is probably a good thing that he's fucked out because the sight of the costume being wrecked is going to do things to his brain. terrible. ]
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[ he makes a little bit of a face about this, mostly complaining as he cleans up the mess he left behind, which is very embarrassing, and therion drops his face into the pillows and shifts a little to help out where necessary. jiaoqiu left plenty of marks on him, from hickies and scratches to still just so stretched muscles and still red skin.
he rolls his eyes as he's kissed at, turning his cheek away from it also like a brat, and yet still presses a little into his hands, lets him touch whatever he wants, and is honestly invested in being less sticky, so. despite the complaining, he shifts, pushing himself up on his arms, lazily kicks his underwear and the pants off of his foot and down on the ground, and then rolls over.
and as expected, there is a lot of damage! the silk of the top is rucked and wrinkled everywhere, a couple of the bells and coins seconds from falling off. the piece around his neck's crooked, the pretty, gauzy sleeves stuck to his arms in a variety of places from sweating so much. the waist belt that jiaoqiu reattached is still in decent shape if very loose, and beyond that - well, the worst part of it actually is the sticky mess of his own release, which is smeared all over his front from both actually coming and jiaoqiu rubbing it in, all over his muscles, the pretty costume, the belt, even a little up by his chin. he's all scratched up from jiaoqiu's claws, covered in hickies, just - a mess.
this feels very embarrassing - after a minute, he turns his gaze away fiercely, bringing a hand up to clear his throat and turning red down to his collarbones, more awake than he was thirty seconds ago if only because he was embarrassed. ]
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still gentle, he sighs out slow and grabs for a clean washcloth. wipes him down, but it's in a way where it's less about the efficiency and more about trying to relax therion. he knows therion is embarrassed, but the only way he's going to get him used to this is through exposure. there's nothing to be embarrassed about, jiaoqiu thinks, and he makes sure to not be amused or snarky or anything, just... kind. he doesn't want therion to feel humiliated or bad for being treated like he's worth something.
he drags the cloth over his inner thighs, over his length, stomach, chest - cleans the bit under his chin, all without comment, just a serene look. any claw marks get special attention from a fresh cloth, making sure they're not covered in dried blood. he traces the grooves of therion's body, eyes on the details - appreciating his muscles, the lithe way he stretches, the way the sleeves of the dancer top stick to his arms, the harsh gold belt against tan skin. he resists the urge to fuckin' lick therion clean, like an insane person. the thought does cross his mind, especially when he's down by therion's dick, but the point of this is not to be horny, it's to - well. groom, kind of, for as much as therion makes fun of him for it.
the belt comes off. and once he's done with that, he sets the washcloth away and brings his hands up to that silk top, and tugs it up. off this goes, too. they can both be fully naked. ]
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Thank fuck you're lazy.
[ is he lazy. three times is a lot of times? this is a joke, though, because clearly both of them are spent, and he's ragging on himself too, but it's also kind of funny to watch jiaoqiu poof up like that.
and slowly, bit by bit, he lets himself float into his own afterglow, lets that kind of lazy, sleepy feeling take over. the cloth running over his body is warm, and the touch is tender, gentle. it always kills him when jiaoqiu does anything like this, treats therion like something to be treasured, more kindness than the world's ever afforded him, than he's ever afforded himself. he's cooperative for once, slowly lifting his chin, pressing up just a little bit upwards when he cleans off his torso. there's no give to any of him, all hard angles and lean muscles, but jiaoqiu treats him gently, anyway. it's starting to feel a little overwhelming, if at a distance, that sticky feeling his chest making him feel tingly all over, making it feel heavy to breathe, and after a long, long time of him cleaning, he finally lifts his head enough to peek at him. his expression is a little unsure, almost shy, but not so much because he doesn't like it, but because he barely knows how to react.
it's a blink and you'll miss it kind of thing, peeking at him, kissed bruised mouth a little open, brows slightly knit, and then the stupid belt is coming off and it fades away. therion sags and mutters: ] Finally.
[ and then kindly helps in getting out of the stupid costume top. it is gross and makes too much noise, though he got plenty of good use out of it between riling jiaoqiu up and gathering help for primrose, so. maybe it was worth it, in the end.
he sits up as he divests himself of the top and shakes himself out, relieved to be quiet again, and then looks at jiaoqiu. just.. looks at him, for a second, takes in the state of him, and after a second, says, soft and sleep warm still, rough all around the edges: ] ... C'mere.
[ and shifts where he's settled, still sitting up, making space for jiaoqiu to come over. ]
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anyway, eventually he finishes up, and he tosses the top away to the ground. goodbye, dancer outfit, you served him so well. he really does need to thank primrose somehow, without facing her. maybe he will send her flowers. or like, ask her what her favorite food is and make it for her. without looking her in the eye, because they were so loud tonight that there's no way someone didn't hear. god.
but! he yawns, and goes easily to therion when he asks. it's nothing, to just let therion's sleep-warm voice pull him in. his ears are droopy and he's definitely lost most of his energy. he doesn't know what therion intends to do, but he crawls over and rests his head against therion's shoulder, ready to just tuck himself in. ]
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once jiaoqiu listens and comes over, he lets him settle - his weight is warm against his chest, against his shoulder, and it's settling, is starting to make him kind of sleepy again.
but, once he settles down, therion lifts his hands - and after a beat, starts to gently untangle some of the knots in his hair, combing his thin fingers through absently. he doesn't say anything, but it's kind of a soothing motion, maybe for both of them.
he'll keep combing through his hair, and eventually, starts to fix his side braid, too. ]
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and then the fingers start pulling through his hair, brushing it out, and jiaoqiu goes absolutely boneless. with a shivery little sigh, he leans up and noses at therion's jaw, and then just stays there, sleepily letting therion comb his hair. this is heaven. this is the best thing to ever happen to him.
there may or may not be foxian purr sounds happening. ]
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bundled up under the tail and the blanket, he is warm and comfortable, sated and relaxed, for once in his life, and having jiaoqiu just kind of melt against him like that is nice, too. it feels good. it feels... really good, to be relaxed and not feel like maybe another shoe is going to drop any second now.
braiding is a weird skill to have - a simple one, when you're a thief- but he weaves the braid back into its normal spot, fixing where he fucked it up. it'll have a little curl to it, in the morning, from all that sweat, but secretly, he kind of likes it when it does that, too. braid finished, he just slides his fingers through his hair, and slowly leans back against the pillows with his arms full of fox.
and if his temple shifts a little to rest against his, well, he won't say anything about it. he just rests in that sleepy moment, quietly content - laughs a little, when he makes that little purr noise. ]
Not done being feral yet, huh.
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back against the pillows they go, and he hums, wrapping his arms around therion, closing his eyes. this is a fast track to make him fall asleep, honestly. it's mostly because like therion, this is safe. there is no fear of being upended. he never sleeps so soundly as he does when therion is in bed with him.
the laugh, though - his ear flicks in therion's face. probably on purpose, he's a brat. ]
I don't know what you're talking about. [ he says, still very obviously purring. where is therion's hand. he wants to hold one of them, he liked that from earlier. keep the other one in his hair though, he likes that too. bossy. ]