see, the thing is, therion has long since known how capable jiaoqiu is. it's something that he likes about him, really - he's a strategist and a veteran, a slippery, sly fox, a brilliant doctor just as much as he's a layabout who whines when he has to run too much. therion likes the edge of his danger, likes that knife's edge he's danced along, likes that there's something wrong with you. he might be bored, otherwise. and oh, he likes it.
this is the first time he's really seen it in action, is all, short of interactions laced with an entirely different kind of tension, and both those types of tension are building in the air. that adrenaline feeling in his heartbeat is surging - something hot swirling in his stomach, as he looks at jiaoqiu in a whole new light from behind him, switchblade knife still in hand.
the look in his visible eye is intense, bright green slightly dark, mouth starting to curl up in a matching smile of his own, with the thrill of the moment, the riding high feeling alive sensation of his successes roaring through his veins, that sly little smile sending something into overdrive.
he doesn't immediately respond to him out loud. no pithy commentary, no snarky oneliners. no, instead, he just gives straight into that wild instinct - one that led him into bed with someone else many years ago, something he thought he'd never feel again and never wanted to until jiaoqiu, jiaoqiu - and lunges across the room between them to shove jiaoqiu into the nearest wall, surge up their height distance, and press their mouths together with zero warning. ]
[ he really should see this coming, because he recognizes the look on therion's face, the curl of a grin, the adrenaline-high of success. but for whatever reason, jiaoqiu isn't expecting therion to launch himself across the room and slam him into a wall - maybe it's because he's distracted by how much he likes that look, or because he's basking in his own satisfaction. either way, therion rams him up into the wall and steals a kiss, and jiaoqiu lets out a surprised noise, almost a yelp, hands coming up to hold on.
and then pretty instantly he gets carried away with it. it takes about two seconds for it to sink in, the intensity of the moment making his fur stand up, making him suck in a breath and kiss therion back, one hand resting on therion's hip and the other sliding up to fist at the back of his hair. he doesn't need to breathe, this is fine. ]
[ no, no he doesn't! maybe neither of them need to!
like a motherfucking thief, he wastes no time in those two seconds, tongue sliding between the seam of his lips to kiss his mouth open, and it's all the better for it once he catches on. it's a hot, therion could practically climb him if they wouldn't both go crashing to the floor; there's too much space between them when there's almost none, and he instead presses his chest to jiaoqiu's, hips together, pushing one foot between his to spread his legs a little wider where he's standing to get a better stance, himself. his hands move just as much - one resting on his chest, over the front of his shirt, stroking down his side, skirting his waist, his hips as he bites down on jiaoqiu's lower lip, sharp, then soothes it over with his tongue just a moment after.
it's just - hot, is what it was, it was unbelievably hot, and it's hotter still to have chased that stupid doctor out of his own rented room, let alone out of town. to have that sense of forbidden, that sense of law-breaking that therion's always thrived on, drives some of that feral need to get closer, to touch jiaoqiu over, to bite and scratch and take, take, take. thoughts can come later. ]
[ honestly, when he realizes just how keyed up therion is already, that does something to him. jiaoqiu isn't exactly sure the though process that led to this, but he doesn't really need to know - sometimes, it's just a small action, or a piece of clothing, and there's no waiting. there's a tongue in his mouth and hands dragging all over his body, and it's almost funny how fast the rest of him gets on board, the way his brain flicks the switch from surprised but pleased, trying to keep up, to hungry.
part of that is the way therion's foot wedges his legs spread, without a second thought. being manhandled tends to do it for him, especially when it makes it a little filthier, when it makes it easier for therion to just access whatever he wants to touch. jiaoqiu shifts just enough down the wall to meet him a bit better, licking into his mouth, arching his hips up against therion's. arching in general, just giving himself up and over, letting therion be possessive, letting him claim whatever he wants, take however much he wants.
for now, anyway. there's something about the bite that awakens something bratty in him, makes him feel a little more fighty than normal. the sigh he lets out when therion bites his lip is shamelessly needy. do that again, he thinks, yanking therion's hair, free hand hooking into therion's shirt. keeping him close, anchoring him. take - he's going to make him work for it. ]
[ it's been a while since they've gotten this rowdy - though sex between them has very rarely been gentle by any means, this is a little different. this is just pure instinct, wanting to reward jiaoqiu for that entire display, wanting to fuck him until he can't stand up straight, reduce him to a babbling mess on this stolen room floor.
that of course comes with a challenge. the yank into his hair feels good, lights up all the right pleasure centers - his head tilts back into it and up, mouth curling back into that wild grin for half a second before he ducks back in to kiss him again, for now obeying that bratty little ask. another bite to the lower lip, this time tugging, punctuated by the motion of his sneaky, sneaky hands. his right hand grabs his ass, kneading his fingers into the pliant give of his body, and his left hooks around the base of his tail and yanks in response to the bite.
he pushes his thigh forward when jiaoqiu arches into him, pressing it up into his groin, and turns his head away from the kiss to bite at his jaw, finding the hinge with his teeth, soft pressure from his lips, and he busies himself there, sucking a hickey in a bright, visible place for later. talk about a stolen treasure. ]
[ it really does feel like being rewarded, and he can't say he hates it in the least. there's something immensely satisfying about pulling what they did and proceeding to fuck each other stupid in a room that doesn't even belong to them. maybe the thief life has something to it.
the yank to his tail gets the response therion is probably expecting - a growl that's almost a moan, claws digging in, scrabbling for skin. under the shirt they go, under therion's clothes so he can trace the muscles along therion's stomach, his sides, and then drag down, leaving long red lines over tanned flesh.
and the wild grin, of all things, sparks a heady, adrenaline-soaked rush in him, makes him want more, makes him want to drop to his knees or turn around and press his face into the wall, bury his face in pillows and arch his back up into therion's warm, calloused hands. with a gasping noise, jiaoqiu's expression goes a touch darker as he grinds up against therion's thigh, twitching already in his pants. his head tilts back against the wall, makes room for therion to leave marks, mouth open in a soft pant. the sensation of lips and teeth at his pulse kick his breathing up a notch, and he leans into it for a second before getting impatient. there's two sides to him, right now - the side that wants to fight therion down the whole way, and the side that wants to just give in to the urge to spread his legs and let therion screw the thoughts out of him. his ear flicks violently at the thought.
the hand under therion's clothes starts pulling and tugging, trying to indicate that he wants him out of what he's wearing. he lets go of therion's hair specifically to achieve this goal, which he dislikes doing. he's already obsessed with getting his mouth back on therion's, chasing him after he's done with the very visible hickey, prepared to kiss him until neither of them can breathe. ]
[ that gaspy noise is exactly what he likes to hear - the sharp, growly one was expected, but the second was more of a surprise, and the wildness of his grin melts into a smirk against the corner of his jaw, pressed into the skin as he pulls free of a trail of blooming, reddish purple marks, licking his lips when he leans back.
he's not going to lean back for long - just enough, when jiaoqiu starts yanking on his shirt, to arch his back and pull it off from behind. he's got scratches from jiaoqiu's claws already, some layered over old, those layered over scars, and the sharp, lean shape of his muscles are placed in clear view as he tosses the big hoodie away. he's just as uninterested in spending much time away, as he pulls on his tail again when he gets comfortable, and then bumps the thigh between jiaoqiu's up a little further, this time with some strength behind it. he's strong, but not incredibly; still, it's enough of a bump that jiaoqiu will briefly get about a second of lift before therion pushes between both of his legs and catches him up against the wall to pull his feet off the ground and encourage him to wrap around him, instead. he's small, which isn't always helpful, and it will make kissing him a little more difficult - he makes up for that with another bite, pushing open his fancy, prim little collar and leaving teethmarks on his collarbone. and moreso, kisses get replaced with growly words as therion frees up his hands and looks up at him - dark green eyes, mussed hair, smirk on his face. ] Think you're still open from last night?
[ a little more danger, and a reminder, too, from a roll in the sheets on their travels - therion's never been afraid of dirty talk. he can talk, and - this position does put therion in the cradle of his thighs, and when he grinds up against him, he pushes jiaoqiu up into the wall with the force behind it, and busies himself starting to try and get his pants open. he's not sure he has the patience to bother with his own. ]
[ oh, is he pleased when therion leaves those marks along his jaw like he does. he can feel them throbbing in time with the blood thundering through his veins, and it means his eyes are a little hazy and hot when therion glances at him, makes eye contact. ]
Doesn't matter if I am.
[ he breathes out, with a grin that's more baring his teeth than anything else, challenging. it doesn't matter because he likes it when it's just on the edge of hurting anyway, but past that, there's that thrill of danger, of letting therion take without any consideration. there's no mistaking that the dirty talk sends a shudder through him, makes him fully hard in about two seconds flat. jiaoqiu isn't very good at it, but god does he love hearing it, and god, does it get him going every time therion opens his mouth and growls that heat out at him.
therion surprises him sometimes with how strong he is, but then again, jiaoqiu doesn't exactly weigh a whole bunch. he might be taller, but it doesn't make much difference as he adjusts against the wall, wrapping his legs around therion and letting him hold him up against the solid surface. his tail wriggles a bit, a hint of the impish part of him acting up. a little preview for therion, so he knows that jiaoqiu is in the mood to wrestle him. the pants would be easier to get off if jiaoqiu wasn't insistent on being a brat about squeezing therion closer to him, intentionally pushing his buttons. want him out of his clothes? better work for it.
his fingers come up to brush over the teethmarks lightly, and then, with a needy little sigh: ]
You had better make sure. [ better shut him up, is the undertone to that. ] You wouldn't want me to forget what you feel like.
[ you see, he really should have expected this. jiaoqiu likes to talk - therion often pulls his pigtails about it, that he can't ever get him to shut up no matter what he does - and more than that, he loves to be a brat. you'd think after all of this time together, he'd not fall for it.
unfortunately, he kind of does. the way he practically dissected that doctor was half of the trigger to this moment, a clever tongue metaphorically and currently literally, so the suggestion and the reminder gets a harsh huff of breath from therion and teeth sinking into jiaoqiu's collar again, as his hand darts down the front of his buttonup and picks apart the buttons with expertise. and therion knows he's being taunted, he does, but that doesn't stop him from rutting hard up against jiaoqiu's hips, feels the line of his cock against the front of his currently too fucking tight jeans, pinning his hips backwards with his own and grinding hard into it, rattling the trinkets on the closest dresser with the force of it.
he glances up and licks his lips, pupils blown wide, jade green eyes pitch. ]
Like you could. [ because he will shut him up, and that's a damn guarantee. his hips snap forward again, grinding hard - sending blood flushing to his cheeks, breath a little ragged, as he darts back up in his space again, leaving jiaoqiu's shirt wide open. he already looks less composed, and that's what his instincts are singing for - to take jiaoqiu apart like always. therion's voice drops low, a rumble in his chest, speaking low and close to his mouth. ] Maybe I'll fuck you in front of the mirror. You can watch.
[ for as much of a dirty talk all talk threat that was initially, as the words are out of his mouth, it sounds like a fucking great idea, actually. jiaoqiu's got a self-worth problem - he's noticed it, here and there. maybe that's exactly what he wants to do. ]
[ for as much of a brat as he's being, he can't help himself when therion bites him - he lets out a noise that's a lot more pleading than he really wants it to be, head tilted to the side. a shudder runs down his spine, and jiaoqiu lets his mouth fall open a little, mouth a touch red from the aggressive kiss. his chest heaves just slightly as therion unbuttons his shirt, but he does not for a second stop him. he's too distracted by the way he can feel therion hard and impatient against him, and by how much he wants therion's cock inside him like, yesterday.
there's quite the reaction that he gets out of jiaoqiu at the suggestion - therion's right, he does have a self worth problem, but even jiaoqiu can't deny the appeal of being fucked and made to watch. blood rushes to his face, colors the tops of his cheeks, and he bites his lip absently as he stares at therion, blushing hard enough to make him dizzy. it sounds embarrassing, it sounds like being put on display, but he likes the idea. he likes the thought of looking up and seeing both of them from another angle. and even more embarrassing, a lick of a spark crawls up his spine when he thinks about watching the progression of getting more and more lost in it. he's never seen his own face while lost in pleasure.
jiaoqiu squirms, breath ground out of him as therion rocks their hips together, the friction juddering any coherent thoughts out of his brain. a beat, and he brings both hands up to rest on either side of therion's face, keeping him where he's murmuring against his lips, wanting to taste the filth, wanting to goad a little further. ]
You'll have to make me move. [ he teases, voice low and breathless. his tail flicks back and forth against the wall, and he drags a hand down from therion's face to his chest. steals a kiss, messy and wet, therion's hungry gaze burned into his mind. when he pulls back, his voice is sing-song, lilting as he provokes, fingers picking loosely at therion's pants. ]
On my knees? On the floor? Can't even treat an old fox to the bed with how much you want.
[ oh, those mental images are good. jiaoqiu, on his knees, pressed into the covers and clutching them until they rip under his too strong claws, sprawled out down on the ground among the remains of that doctor's things, leg over his shoulder, all tight heat and desperate noises - it makes him twitch in his pants, easily felt by those fingertips.
therion gives into the urge to rut against jiaoqiu when he squirms, uninterested in any form of self control and just letting the intensity take him, mouth curving up into a grin briefly when jiaoqiu touches his face. he darts back in and nips his lip when he pulls back, smug little smile against his mouth, brief, and... despite the fact that all of this is happening, therion still rolls his eyes when jiaoqiu calls himself an old fox, a touch of normalcy in the middle of all of it, because of course he still finds a way to whine (even if he doesn't mean it). it's centering after jiaoqiu's initial reaction, because that kiss bruised, bitten lip and half dizzy stare is so hot, as the mental image gets ahead of him, that same face under him, that same face pressed into the glass of the mirror, and if the decision wasn't already made, it's sealed, now.
though it fades after the eyeroll, the aura of smugness still remains. therion leans back, eyes raking over jiaoqiu plastered to the wall, and presses briefly into the hand on his bare chest, into the delicate fingers dancing at his waistband. therion, greedy little thief. what do you expect. ]
If you're looking to be 'treated', you're barking up the wrong tree.
[ his hips shift under jiaoqiu's, and he reaches down between them to smack jiaoqiu's hand out of the way, then runs his hands over his thighs, then grabs underneath them, digging his fingers in, and pushing into the cradle of his hips. ] Lift your legs, or I'll drop you.
[ he really would not but he's not that strong and there will be no princess carries here. besides - having jiaoqiu wrapped around his waist is a lot more appealing, anyway. ]
[ teasing!! therion's taunting makes jiaoqiu laugh, a breathy, shivery sound that he lets out low into the air. he doesn't want to be treated, anyway - there is nothing hotter than therion deciding he wants something and taking it. for someone who does nothing but think, who gets lost in his own head, having someone lead him, having therion tie him to his body and to how good he can feel... it's priceless, and he's already squirming with how much he wants therion to leave marks. he wants to wake up with rugburned knees and claw marks, wants to be covered in bites, wants to bleed, and therion always gives him exactly that.
so when he's ordered to lift his legs, he does. a rumble in his chest, something purring and approving, curls out of his mouth, and he pushes his shirt aside to leave it on the ground as he wraps himself around therion. he'll make it a little easier, but he is going to also just busy himself with leaving his own bright red marks against therion's exposed skin, breathing him in as he bites down and sucks a hickey at therion's neck.
don't mind him, he's just here littering therion's neck with licks and bites as therion moves them wherever he wants. ]
[ "scary" gets a huff of a laugh in return, a blink and you'll miss it moment of mischief, but that's enough banter for now. in the meantime, the shirt drops to the ground - a little bit of a shame, if only because that debauched look was nice, but having a lot of bare skin pressed to his is nice enough to make up for it. so therion pulls back from the wall with his arms full of fox. jiaoqiu is light, but therion's not too strong, so his energy has to focus solely on the bundle in his arms and making it across the room, which is made more and more difficult by jiaoqiu's tongue on his neck. each press of his mouth sends little sparks down his nerves, has therion exhale harshly, nearly stumble when he bites down on a particularly good spot. and while his grip isn't great, he can free a hand enough to smack the slight curve of his ass for it, grunting a little as he half stumbles into the bathroom.
the bathroom isn't giant by any means - a standard bath and shower number, but more importantly there's a sink with a vanity and a decently sized mirror. therion pulls his head back with a jerk, enough to separate jiaoqiu from his bratty ministrations, and lunges forward with him in his arms to half dump him on the sink, surging upwards to roll his hips up against jiaoqiu into the sink and to catch his mouth in another searing kiss, all tongues and teeth as he gets either hand on his hips and yanks them further apart to make himself more room.
there's not any point in being gentle - therion likes manhandling as much as jiaoqiu does, so or now, he just kisses him hard and fast, enjoys the slight relief of pressure when he grinds forward against jiaoqiu, and puts his sneaky fingers to work undoing his belt and his fly between them. ]
[ there is perhaps a little bit of laughter at therion struggling to get them both to the bathroom, especially when he spanks him for it, but it's quickly forgotten. not like jiaoqiu could've effectively carried them here, he's a stick.
the mood he's in means that when therion dumps him on the sink and yanks his head back, jiaoqiu growls. a rumbling, displeased sound that comes from deep in his chest, settles on his lips as his thighs are tugged apart and settled between. his breathing comes faster, eyes dark with want, and he does not for a second resist the kiss, sinking down enough to meet therion with the intensity of something feral, hand coming up to tangle in therion's hair again. his grip is rough and brutal, and he pulls at the strands enough to get the room to nip at therion's bottom lip, hips arching to meet therion's as he does.
the grind is good, but it's already not nearly enough, and so when therion goes for their pants, jiaoqiu helps. brings the hand not fisted in the back of therion's hair to undo his button, to yank at therion's pants to get the fabric down and out of the way. he wants to be skin to skin, he wants therion to open him back up again. and the second they've managed to shove their pants down enough, not even off entirely, jiaoqiu wraps his fingers around therion's cock and strokes with just the right amount of pressure, greedy. doesn't break the kiss either, just sighs in relief into therion's mouth, just as eager to touch as to be touched. ]
[ the laughter gets him bitten right in the meat between his shoulder and neck - and not gently, either! brat!!! this isn't really much of a punishment because it just adds to the entire thing, because he laughed at the smack on the ass just as much, but also because at this point the trust they've built makes the rougher touches safe. there's not a chance that therion would ever actually hurt jiaoqiu, after all.
it means that growl is just as attractive, reverberating through his bones - behind jiaoqiu, he can see the splay of his fine pink hair, his ears, his own expression dark eyed in the mirror, and that makes him lick his lips just before their mouths meet again. he doesn't care enough to get his pants all the way down, freeing himself and jiaoqiu just enough, so his calloused palms stroke up the outside of the soft skin of his thighs on their way back up. he's beaten to to the punch, however, when jiaoqiu touches him - there's a sharp inhale, and his hips twitch into it out of sheer instinct. therion grabs his hips and pulls him forward again, trapping his hand between them and rolling his hips into jiaoqiu's, pushing him back against the edge of the sink with the force of it.
for a moment, instinct drives him to follow it, to just rut into the friction of his hand and the heat between them, but he tears himself away from the kiss and throws his head back into the hand in his hair, seeking the scratch of his claws against his scalp. doing so catches him a look at them both in the mirror again, and heat twists hard in his stomach, at the reminder of the original plan. when jiaoqiu sighs, therion speaks up - voice a low growl of his own, gravel with want. ]
Turn around. [ bossy
but he does drop his hands off of him and lean away long enough to stick his fingers in his own mouth, watching jiaoqiu with an intense, bright green stare. ]
[ that trust is more meaningful to him than anything he's felt in years - therion wouldn't hurt him in a way he didn't want, and the same goes for jiaoqiu in return. it makes this so much better, knowing he can let go as much as he wants, that he can just let them both be wild.
all of his senses are filled up with therion - his tongue in his mouth, his hands dragging up his thighs, pressed so close he can breathe in therion's scent. the silky, hot sensation of therion's skin under his fingers, the way his palm gets slick with the rutting, the way he can almost feel the bruises forming as he's rammed back against the sink - it fills his head, makes him feel dizzy. the foxian instincts are coming out strong, especially when therion can't help but rock himself up into the friction. that earns therion a nip at his bottom lip, approving.
his mouth is occupied so he can't look down to watch as much as he wants to, but. just the feeling of therion taking his pleasure is enough. really, it's times like these that he just gives in to the instincts - he doesn't say it out loud (not yet, anyway, it might be a matter of time), but the way he lets therion handle him speaks to how much he wants to be filled, bred, like a fox in heat. he wishes, absently, that therion could spend time in a foxian body just to get the sense of what it's like to want like that.
maybe he's got some understanding, though, considering the way he's being looked at. jiaoqiu's ear flicks violently at the sound of therion's voice low and thick against it, flushed at the command, and...
and for a moment as jiaoqiu looks at him, there's a glimmer of something fighty there. something that almost makes him say make me, out loud. it's tempting, it really is, but he watches therion press his fingers in his mouth and slick them, and it makes him shiver so hard his breath comes out harsh. so, after a moment of meeting that intense gaze, jiaoqiu gives therion's hair one more yank, and then turns around obediently, tail swishing back and forth. he rests his hands on the sink, and glances over his shoulder, expression smug as he shifts, spreads his legs a little and arches his back. he's needy, but there's no reason he can't peacock a little. if it riles therion up it's really only a win for him. ]
[ oh that glimmer in his eyes spells danger, but that's fine - he likes that, too. it sends a thrill down therion's spine, puts a cocky smirk on his face around his own fingers, raising a single eyebrow as if daring him to do otherwise. it's bad for his ego, but it is absurdly hot, and he lets out a breathy almost laugh as he tilts his head back when his hair is yanked.
he keeps his head tilted back, tongue still between his own fingers, then takes a step back and a long beat to just admire the view. he can tell jiaoqiu is peacocking for him, from the swishy tail to the smug little smirk on his face, and there's a conflicting urge somewhere between kissing him and smushing his face against the mirror to rub his proverbial nose in it, though both, in a way, can be satisfied. instead, his eyes rake over jiaoqiu's form - over faded hickies from the night before, the curve of his small waist, and so, so much skin - and jiaoqiu can easily see the interest all over therion's face as he pulls his fingers free of his mouth with a lewd pop that echoes in the tiled room.
pulling away from all the heat of his body was hard, but worth it. he moves quickly, reaching his dry hand forward to curl it around jiaoqiu's tail and pull, upwards, into the arch of his back, into what's practically being presented to him. a more patient person (a strategist, maybe, as opposed to therion, who is a thief - nearly powered by greed) might make him sit there and wait, but he's not that patient. instead, he drops his other hand and slaps him on the ass again, and then runs his wet fingers between his cheeks, leaning forward to close the last bit of space between them as he leans over his back. ]
Don't watch me. [ with the help of the sink, he can lean over him and nudge his face back forward, to look at the mirror instead - watch here is implied, as he circles his ever clever fingertips around his entrance, finding the stretch from the previous night to be wanting. it's - he could slide his fingers in without any effort, and the sense memory of watching his body take his cock gets him to twitch, to bite his own lower lip and look over jiaoqiu's shoulder. ]
[ there's something insanely satisfying about presenting, and getting exactly the response he wanted. therion's gaze is hot and hungry, and instinctively, jiaoqiu arches just a little further in response, breathless and itching to be touched. the heat curls up low and settles, and for a moment, as therion roves over his body with his eyes, jiaoqiu can feel the pulse and throb of every leftover bite at his thighs and shoulders, the ache of fading fingerprint bruises at his hips. it makes him shiver, tail flicking in anticipation. being looked at like this makes him feel exposed, and it's not a feeling he hates in the least.
and his provoking turns out to be successful, because when therion reaches and yanks his tail out of the way, jiaoqiu can't help the noise he makes. something between a gasp and a moan slips out, gets lost in the sink as his head falls forward. between the slap and the tease of therion's fingers, his whole body tenses up, just for a second, holding back showing just how much arousal races through him at the combination. then he's being led, his face being tilted towards the mirror, and instantly, he blushes.
for a minute, he doesn't look. it isn't because he's being a brat this time, though. seeing his blown out pupils and mouth open in a soft pant makes him feel squirmy. therion hasn't even put anything inside him yet and he's panting for it, it's embarrassing. not in a bad way, not in a humiliating way, just in the sort of way that he doesn't know what to do with himself, that he's self-conscious, that he needs a little more of a push to lose himself entirely. his tail wriggles, and he holds the sink very tightly, looking in the mirror to watch therion instead. one ear flops down, fluttering as he watches therion bite his lip.
that's easier. he watches therion, and he can't see those fingers, but he can feel them, and his breath keeps catching every time therion gets a little closer to pressing them inside him. he can't bite from this angle, and it makes him a little pouty, tail thwacking lightly at therion's side. arches again, trying to press back into therion's fingers, seeking as much contact as he can get. ]
Already open for you, see? [ he breathes, one hand coming up over his shoulder to slide into therion's hair again, tangling in the strands and tugging. not hard. not yet. ]
[ god. he knows jiaoqiu can run his mouth - he knows exactly how silver-tongued he can be, it's half the reason why he practically jumped his bones in this random inn room they just commandeered from a creep - and he's utilizing it here, too. a little sentence specifically digging into the exact feral energy of this entire situation, the exact want to take him right here and now, the last coup de grace in a heist. therion's visible eye's pitch dark, cheeks flushing just enough to be seen in the reflection of the mirror against the sharp tan of his skin, and he exhales out, harsh, clearly affected but trying not to give in.
it's not just what he says, though. it's the barrage of mental images from the evening prior in hazy background, the way his body feels hot before he even slides a finger into him, how tight jiaoqiu will be around his fingertips, around his cock, and he might have actually given in if he wasn't stubborn, and if jiaoqiu wasn't just barely pouting in the mirror, hitting him with his tail like a baby. that gives him something to hold onto, and the ragged smirk on his face stays, marked difference from often neutrality.
he tilts his temple to rest his head against the hand in his hair, and brings his free hand around to splay his fingers across his chest, away from his tail, holding him in place, and rumbles his response. ]
Too bad. [ it's not too bad, it's fucking great, but that's beside the point. ] Don't mind breaking in.
[ taking him apart like a lock, that is. he can get jiaoqiu to come on just his fingers, and he's impossibly smug about it every time - still, his banter's lacking a little, because his breath is a little harsher than he wants, and he gives up before that gets too distracting, instead finally giving into one of those needy little arches backwards to slide two fingers into the heat of his body. he takes them so easily, and though there's a little more friction than usual, he doubts either of them really mind, as he twists his wrist and explores, with a thrill, where his presence was before. it's a nice touch, for a thief. it's going to make him go nuts if he's not careful, so therion focuses on trying to make jiaoqiu lose it instead.
as he starts to slide his fingers in and out, picking up a quick pace without any real warning, he tugs at his tail again, in rhythmic time, and keeps his heated eyes on the show in front of him. ]
[ therion's restraint is admirable, and it drives jiaoqiu right up the wall. his bratty behavior only barely gets him what he wants, but it's a start - he catches that flush on therion's face in the mirror and his heart leaps in his chest, a flash of adrenaline and anticipation. but it's the hand across his front, funnily enough, that gets him trembling. something about the possessive nature of it, holding him in place. like when he grabs at jiaoqiu's hips to yank him down, like when he gets his warm, open palm over his abdomen, like he could feel himself inside if he tried hard enough. therion can probably feel how hard his heart is pounding, the flush spreading down to his collarbone.
breaking in, he says, and jiaoqiu laughs, breathlessly, head tilting back to rest against therion's shoulder. like breaking in doesn't make his mind race, like he doesn't thrive off the implication of it. as much as he bitches about it later, there is nothing jiaoqiu likes more than to be systematically dismantled and driven to begging, and therion is very good at doing just that. neither of them are very patient people, but it just drives every time they're in bed together to base instinct, to that feral need to claim and be claimed. jiaoqiu can tell therion doesn't want to wait as much as jiaoqiu doesn't, but he also knows very well that if their positions were reversed, he'd be doing whatever was possible to tease therion to strung out. it's a good look on both of them.
and somewhere in that line of thought, finally, finally, therion slides his fingers inside of him, and it's not quite a smooth motion but jiaoqiu does not care. the stretch, the slight burn - he gasps, and then the air gets knocked out of him entirely as therion pulls his tail. the noise that escapes this time is breathless, shaky whine, and he yanks therion's hair instinctively in response, eyes slamming shut. once therion starts up, jiaoqiu's breathing doesn't recover - he's panting as he strains to rock his hips back into therion's fingers, trying to get him to press deep. his tail trembles in therion's hand, fur fluffed up, eager to be manhandled.
therion can absolutely get him to come on just his fingers and jiaoqiu's very aware of it. and he's likely getting a sweet show even if jiaoqiu isn't looking at the mirror, because it isn't just the physical sensation that's doing it for him. last night is present in his mind as well, flashes of heavy breath against the back of his neck, small vulgarities right up against his ear. the quick pace makes jiaoqiu's knees shake, and he leans heavily against the sink so he doesn't fall, trying and failing to keep his head up. his fingers don't leave therion's hair, though, gripping tightly as he arches back into the fingers opening him up. or, rather, the fingers confirming that therion was there, that jiaoqiu's body is all his and jiaoqiu likes it that way.
he had words, but he can't quite grasp them when his tail is getting yanked like this. instead, it's just whining, gaspy moans that echo faintly off the tile, vaguely pleading in nature. he hasn't even touched himself yet, and it's driving him crazy. ]
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see, the thing is, therion has long since known how capable jiaoqiu is. it's something that he likes about him, really - he's a strategist and a veteran, a slippery, sly fox, a brilliant doctor just as much as he's a layabout who whines when he has to run too much. therion likes the edge of his danger, likes that knife's edge he's danced along, likes that there's something wrong with you. he might be bored, otherwise. and oh, he likes it.
this is the first time he's really seen it in action, is all, short of interactions laced with an entirely different kind of tension, and both those types of tension are building in the air. that adrenaline feeling in his heartbeat is surging - something hot swirling in his stomach, as he looks at jiaoqiu in a whole new light from behind him, switchblade knife still in hand.
the look in his visible eye is intense, bright green slightly dark, mouth starting to curl up in a matching smile of his own, with the thrill of the moment, the riding high feeling alive sensation of his successes roaring through his veins, that sly little smile sending something into overdrive.
he doesn't immediately respond to him out loud. no pithy commentary, no snarky oneliners. no, instead, he just gives straight into that wild instinct - one that led him into bed with someone else many years ago, something he thought he'd never feel again and never wanted to until jiaoqiu, jiaoqiu - and lunges across the room between them to shove jiaoqiu into the nearest wall, surge up their height distance, and press their mouths together with zero warning. ]
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and then pretty instantly he gets carried away with it. it takes about two seconds for it to sink in, the intensity of the moment making his fur stand up, making him suck in a breath and kiss therion back, one hand resting on therion's hip and the other sliding up to fist at the back of his hair. he doesn't need to breathe, this is fine. ]
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like a motherfucking thief, he wastes no time in those two seconds, tongue sliding between the seam of his lips to kiss his mouth open, and it's all the better for it once he catches on. it's a hot, therion could practically climb him if they wouldn't both go crashing to the floor; there's too much space between them when there's almost none, and he instead presses his chest to jiaoqiu's, hips together, pushing one foot between his to spread his legs a little wider where he's standing to get a better stance, himself. his hands move just as much - one resting on his chest, over the front of his shirt, stroking down his side, skirting his waist, his hips as he bites down on jiaoqiu's lower lip, sharp, then soothes it over with his tongue just a moment after.
it's just - hot, is what it was, it was unbelievably hot, and it's hotter still to have chased that stupid doctor out of his own rented room, let alone out of town. to have that sense of forbidden, that sense of law-breaking that therion's always thrived on, drives some of that feral need to get closer, to touch jiaoqiu over, to bite and scratch and take, take, take. thoughts can come later. ]
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part of that is the way therion's foot wedges his legs spread, without a second thought. being manhandled tends to do it for him, especially when it makes it a little filthier, when it makes it easier for therion to just access whatever he wants to touch. jiaoqiu shifts just enough down the wall to meet him a bit better, licking into his mouth, arching his hips up against therion's. arching in general, just giving himself up and over, letting therion be possessive, letting him claim whatever he wants, take however much he wants.
for now, anyway. there's something about the bite that awakens something bratty in him, makes him feel a little more fighty than normal. the sigh he lets out when therion bites his lip is shamelessly needy. do that again, he thinks, yanking therion's hair, free hand hooking into therion's shirt. keeping him close, anchoring him. take - he's going to make him work for it. ]
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that of course comes with a challenge. the yank into his hair feels good, lights up all the right pleasure centers - his head tilts back into it and up, mouth curling back into that wild grin for half a second before he ducks back in to kiss him again, for now obeying that bratty little ask. another bite to the lower lip, this time tugging, punctuated by the motion of his sneaky, sneaky hands. his right hand grabs his ass, kneading his fingers into the pliant give of his body, and his left hooks around the base of his tail and yanks in response to the bite.
he pushes his thigh forward when jiaoqiu arches into him, pressing it up into his groin, and turns his head away from the kiss to bite at his jaw, finding the hinge with his teeth, soft pressure from his lips, and he busies himself there, sucking a hickey in a bright, visible place for later. talk about a stolen treasure. ]
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the yank to his tail gets the response therion is probably expecting - a growl that's almost a moan, claws digging in, scrabbling for skin. under the shirt they go, under therion's clothes so he can trace the muscles along therion's stomach, his sides, and then drag down, leaving long red lines over tanned flesh.
and the wild grin, of all things, sparks a heady, adrenaline-soaked rush in him, makes him want more, makes him want to drop to his knees or turn around and press his face into the wall, bury his face in pillows and arch his back up into therion's warm, calloused hands. with a gasping noise, jiaoqiu's expression goes a touch darker as he grinds up against therion's thigh, twitching already in his pants. his head tilts back against the wall, makes room for therion to leave marks, mouth open in a soft pant. the sensation of lips and teeth at his pulse kick his breathing up a notch, and he leans into it for a second before getting impatient. there's two sides to him, right now - the side that wants to fight therion down the whole way, and the side that wants to just give in to the urge to spread his legs and let therion screw the thoughts out of him. his ear flicks violently at the thought.
the hand under therion's clothes starts pulling and tugging, trying to indicate that he wants him out of what he's wearing. he lets go of therion's hair specifically to achieve this goal, which he dislikes doing. he's already obsessed with getting his mouth back on therion's, chasing him after he's done with the very visible hickey, prepared to kiss him until neither of them can breathe. ]
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he's not going to lean back for long - just enough, when jiaoqiu starts yanking on his shirt, to arch his back and pull it off from behind. he's got scratches from jiaoqiu's claws already, some layered over old, those layered over scars, and the sharp, lean shape of his muscles are placed in clear view as he tosses the big hoodie away. he's just as uninterested in spending much time away, as he pulls on his tail again when he gets comfortable, and then bumps the thigh between jiaoqiu's up a little further, this time with some strength behind it. he's strong, but not incredibly; still, it's enough of a bump that jiaoqiu will briefly get about a second of lift before therion pushes between both of his legs and catches him up against the wall to pull his feet off the ground and encourage him to wrap around him, instead. he's small, which isn't always helpful, and it will make kissing him a little more difficult - he makes up for that with another bite, pushing open his fancy, prim little collar and leaving teethmarks on his collarbone. and moreso, kisses get replaced with growly words as therion frees up his hands and looks up at him - dark green eyes, mussed hair, smirk on his face. ] Think you're still open from last night?
[ a little more danger, and a reminder, too, from a roll in the sheets on their travels - therion's never been afraid of dirty talk. he can talk, and - this position does put therion in the cradle of his thighs, and when he grinds up against him, he pushes jiaoqiu up into the wall with the force behind it, and busies himself starting to try and get his pants open. he's not sure he has the patience to bother with his own. ]
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Doesn't matter if I am.
[ he breathes out, with a grin that's more baring his teeth than anything else, challenging. it doesn't matter because he likes it when it's just on the edge of hurting anyway, but past that, there's that thrill of danger, of letting therion take without any consideration. there's no mistaking that the dirty talk sends a shudder through him, makes him fully hard in about two seconds flat. jiaoqiu isn't very good at it, but god does he love hearing it, and god, does it get him going every time therion opens his mouth and growls that heat out at him.
therion surprises him sometimes with how strong he is, but then again, jiaoqiu doesn't exactly weigh a whole bunch. he might be taller, but it doesn't make much difference as he adjusts against the wall, wrapping his legs around therion and letting him hold him up against the solid surface. his tail wriggles a bit, a hint of the impish part of him acting up. a little preview for therion, so he knows that jiaoqiu is in the mood to wrestle him. the pants would be easier to get off if jiaoqiu wasn't insistent on being a brat about squeezing therion closer to him, intentionally pushing his buttons. want him out of his clothes? better work for it.
his fingers come up to brush over the teethmarks lightly, and then, with a needy little sigh: ]
You had better make sure. [ better shut him up, is the undertone to that. ] You wouldn't want me to forget what you feel like.
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unfortunately, he kind of does. the way he practically dissected that doctor was half of the trigger to this moment, a clever tongue metaphorically and currently literally, so the suggestion and the reminder gets a harsh huff of breath from therion and teeth sinking into jiaoqiu's collar again, as his hand darts down the front of his buttonup and picks apart the buttons with expertise. and therion knows he's being taunted, he does, but that doesn't stop him from rutting hard up against jiaoqiu's hips, feels the line of his cock against the front of his currently too fucking tight jeans, pinning his hips backwards with his own and grinding hard into it, rattling the trinkets on the closest dresser with the force of it.
he glances up and licks his lips, pupils blown wide, jade green eyes pitch. ]
Like you could. [ because he will shut him up, and that's a damn guarantee. his hips snap forward again, grinding hard - sending blood flushing to his cheeks, breath a little ragged, as he darts back up in his space again, leaving jiaoqiu's shirt wide open. he already looks less composed, and that's what his instincts are singing for - to take jiaoqiu apart like always. therion's voice drops low, a rumble in his chest, speaking low and close to his mouth. ] Maybe I'll fuck you in front of the mirror. You can watch.
[ for as much of a dirty talk all talk threat that was initially, as the words are out of his mouth, it sounds like a fucking great idea, actually. jiaoqiu's got a self-worth problem - he's noticed it, here and there. maybe that's exactly what he wants to do. ]
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there's quite the reaction that he gets out of jiaoqiu at the suggestion - therion's right, he does have a self worth problem, but even jiaoqiu can't deny the appeal of being fucked and made to watch. blood rushes to his face, colors the tops of his cheeks, and he bites his lip absently as he stares at therion, blushing hard enough to make him dizzy. it sounds embarrassing, it sounds like being put on display, but he likes the idea. he likes the thought of looking up and seeing both of them from another angle. and even more embarrassing, a lick of a spark crawls up his spine when he thinks about watching the progression of getting more and more lost in it. he's never seen his own face while lost in pleasure.
jiaoqiu squirms, breath ground out of him as therion rocks their hips together, the friction juddering any coherent thoughts out of his brain. a beat, and he brings both hands up to rest on either side of therion's face, keeping him where he's murmuring against his lips, wanting to taste the filth, wanting to goad a little further. ]
You'll have to make me move. [ he teases, voice low and breathless. his tail flicks back and forth against the wall, and he drags a hand down from therion's face to his chest. steals a kiss, messy and wet, therion's hungry gaze burned into his mind. when he pulls back, his voice is sing-song, lilting as he provokes, fingers picking loosely at therion's pants. ]
On my knees? On the floor? Can't even treat an old fox to the bed with how much you want.
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therion gives into the urge to rut against jiaoqiu when he squirms, uninterested in any form of self control and just letting the intensity take him, mouth curving up into a grin briefly when jiaoqiu touches his face. he darts back in and nips his lip when he pulls back, smug little smile against his mouth, brief, and... despite the fact that all of this is happening, therion still rolls his eyes when jiaoqiu calls himself an old fox, a touch of normalcy in the middle of all of it, because of course he still finds a way to whine (even if he doesn't mean it). it's centering after jiaoqiu's initial reaction, because that kiss bruised, bitten lip and half dizzy stare is so hot, as the mental image gets ahead of him, that same face under him, that same face pressed into the glass of the mirror, and if the decision wasn't already made, it's sealed, now.
though it fades after the eyeroll, the aura of smugness still remains. therion leans back, eyes raking over jiaoqiu plastered to the wall, and presses briefly into the hand on his bare chest, into the delicate fingers dancing at his waistband. therion, greedy little thief. what do you expect. ]
If you're looking to be 'treated', you're barking up the wrong tree.
[ his hips shift under jiaoqiu's, and he reaches down between them to smack jiaoqiu's hand out of the way, then runs his hands over his thighs, then grabs underneath them, digging his fingers in, and pushing into the cradle of his hips. ] Lift your legs, or I'll drop you.
[ he really would not but he's not that strong and there will be no princess carries here. besides - having jiaoqiu wrapped around his waist is a lot more appealing, anyway. ]
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[ teasing!! therion's taunting makes jiaoqiu laugh, a breathy, shivery sound that he lets out low into the air. he doesn't want to be treated, anyway - there is nothing hotter than therion deciding he wants something and taking it. for someone who does nothing but think, who gets lost in his own head, having someone lead him, having therion tie him to his body and to how good he can feel... it's priceless, and he's already squirming with how much he wants therion to leave marks. he wants to wake up with rugburned knees and claw marks, wants to be covered in bites, wants to bleed, and therion always gives him exactly that.
so when he's ordered to lift his legs, he does. a rumble in his chest, something purring and approving, curls out of his mouth, and he pushes his shirt aside to leave it on the ground as he wraps himself around therion. he'll make it a little easier, but he is going to also just busy himself with leaving his own bright red marks against therion's exposed skin, breathing him in as he bites down and sucks a hickey at therion's neck.
don't mind him, he's just here littering therion's neck with licks and bites as therion moves them wherever he wants. ]
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the bathroom isn't giant by any means - a standard bath and shower number, but more importantly there's a sink with a vanity and a decently sized mirror. therion pulls his head back with a jerk, enough to separate jiaoqiu from his bratty ministrations, and lunges forward with him in his arms to half dump him on the sink, surging upwards to roll his hips up against jiaoqiu into the sink and to catch his mouth in another searing kiss, all tongues and teeth as he gets either hand on his hips and yanks them further apart to make himself more room.
there's not any point in being gentle - therion likes manhandling as much as jiaoqiu does, so or now, he just kisses him hard and fast, enjoys the slight relief of pressure when he grinds forward against jiaoqiu, and puts his sneaky fingers to work undoing his belt and his fly between them. ]
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the mood he's in means that when therion dumps him on the sink and yanks his head back, jiaoqiu growls. a rumbling, displeased sound that comes from deep in his chest, settles on his lips as his thighs are tugged apart and settled between. his breathing comes faster, eyes dark with want, and he does not for a second resist the kiss, sinking down enough to meet therion with the intensity of something feral, hand coming up to tangle in therion's hair again. his grip is rough and brutal, and he pulls at the strands enough to get the room to nip at therion's bottom lip, hips arching to meet therion's as he does.
the grind is good, but it's already not nearly enough, and so when therion goes for their pants, jiaoqiu helps. brings the hand not fisted in the back of therion's hair to undo his button, to yank at therion's pants to get the fabric down and out of the way. he wants to be skin to skin, he wants therion to open him back up again. and the second they've managed to shove their pants down enough, not even off entirely, jiaoqiu wraps his fingers around therion's cock and strokes with just the right amount of pressure, greedy. doesn't break the kiss either, just sighs in relief into therion's mouth, just as eager to touch as to be touched. ]
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it means that growl is just as attractive, reverberating through his bones - behind jiaoqiu, he can see the splay of his fine pink hair, his ears, his own expression dark eyed in the mirror, and that makes him lick his lips just before their mouths meet again. he doesn't care enough to get his pants all the way down, freeing himself and jiaoqiu just enough, so his calloused palms stroke up the outside of the soft skin of his thighs on their way back up. he's beaten to to the punch, however, when jiaoqiu touches him - there's a sharp inhale, and his hips twitch into it out of sheer instinct. therion grabs his hips and pulls him forward again, trapping his hand between them and rolling his hips into jiaoqiu's, pushing him back against the edge of the sink with the force of it.
for a moment, instinct drives him to follow it, to just rut into the friction of his hand and the heat between them, but he tears himself away from the kiss and throws his head back into the hand in his hair, seeking the scratch of his claws against his scalp. doing so catches him a look at them both in the mirror again, and heat twists hard in his stomach, at the reminder of the original plan. when jiaoqiu sighs, therion speaks up - voice a low growl of his own, gravel with want. ]
Turn around. [ bossy
but he does drop his hands off of him and lean away long enough to stick his fingers in his own mouth, watching jiaoqiu with an intense, bright green stare. ]
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all of his senses are filled up with therion - his tongue in his mouth, his hands dragging up his thighs, pressed so close he can breathe in therion's scent. the silky, hot sensation of therion's skin under his fingers, the way his palm gets slick with the rutting, the way he can almost feel the bruises forming as he's rammed back against the sink - it fills his head, makes him feel dizzy. the foxian instincts are coming out strong, especially when therion can't help but rock himself up into the friction. that earns therion a nip at his bottom lip, approving.
his mouth is occupied so he can't look down to watch as much as he wants to, but. just the feeling of therion taking his pleasure is enough. really, it's times like these that he just gives in to the instincts - he doesn't say it out loud (not yet, anyway, it might be a matter of time), but the way he lets therion handle him speaks to how much he wants to be filled, bred, like a fox in heat. he wishes, absently, that therion could spend time in a foxian body just to get the sense of what it's like to want like that.
maybe he's got some understanding, though, considering the way he's being looked at. jiaoqiu's ear flicks violently at the sound of therion's voice low and thick against it, flushed at the command, and...
and for a moment as jiaoqiu looks at him, there's a glimmer of something fighty there. something that almost makes him say make me, out loud. it's tempting, it really is, but he watches therion press his fingers in his mouth and slick them, and it makes him shiver so hard his breath comes out harsh. so, after a moment of meeting that intense gaze, jiaoqiu gives therion's hair one more yank, and then turns around obediently, tail swishing back and forth. he rests his hands on the sink, and glances over his shoulder, expression smug as he shifts, spreads his legs a little and arches his back. he's needy, but there's no reason he can't peacock a little. if it riles therion up it's really only a win for him. ]
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he keeps his head tilted back, tongue still between his own fingers, then takes a step back and a long beat to just admire the view. he can tell jiaoqiu is peacocking for him, from the swishy tail to the smug little smirk on his face, and there's a conflicting urge somewhere between kissing him and smushing his face against the mirror to rub his proverbial nose in it, though both, in a way, can be satisfied. instead, his eyes rake over jiaoqiu's form - over faded hickies from the night before, the curve of his small waist, and so, so much skin - and jiaoqiu can easily see the interest all over therion's face as he pulls his fingers free of his mouth with a lewd pop that echoes in the tiled room.
pulling away from all the heat of his body was hard, but worth it. he moves quickly, reaching his dry hand forward to curl it around jiaoqiu's tail and pull, upwards, into the arch of his back, into what's practically being presented to him. a more patient person (a strategist, maybe, as opposed to therion, who is a thief - nearly powered by greed) might make him sit there and wait, but he's not that patient. instead, he drops his other hand and slaps him on the ass again, and then runs his wet fingers between his cheeks, leaning forward to close the last bit of space between them as he leans over his back. ]
Don't watch me. [ with the help of the sink, he can lean over him and nudge his face back forward, to look at the mirror instead - watch here is implied, as he circles his ever clever fingertips around his entrance, finding the stretch from the previous night to be wanting. it's - he could slide his fingers in without any effort, and the sense memory of watching his body take his cock gets him to twitch, to bite his own lower lip and look over jiaoqiu's shoulder. ]
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and his provoking turns out to be successful, because when therion reaches and yanks his tail out of the way, jiaoqiu can't help the noise he makes. something between a gasp and a moan slips out, gets lost in the sink as his head falls forward. between the slap and the tease of therion's fingers, his whole body tenses up, just for a second, holding back showing just how much arousal races through him at the combination. then he's being led, his face being tilted towards the mirror, and instantly, he blushes.
for a minute, he doesn't look. it isn't because he's being a brat this time, though. seeing his blown out pupils and mouth open in a soft pant makes him feel squirmy. therion hasn't even put anything inside him yet and he's panting for it, it's embarrassing. not in a bad way, not in a humiliating way, just in the sort of way that he doesn't know what to do with himself, that he's self-conscious, that he needs a little more of a push to lose himself entirely. his tail wriggles, and he holds the sink very tightly, looking in the mirror to watch therion instead. one ear flops down, fluttering as he watches therion bite his lip.
that's easier. he watches therion, and he can't see those fingers, but he can feel them, and his breath keeps catching every time therion gets a little closer to pressing them inside him. he can't bite from this angle, and it makes him a little pouty, tail thwacking lightly at therion's side. arches again, trying to press back into therion's fingers, seeking as much contact as he can get. ]
Already open for you, see? [ he breathes, one hand coming up over his shoulder to slide into therion's hair again, tangling in the strands and tugging. not hard. not yet. ]
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it's not just what he says, though. it's the barrage of mental images from the evening prior in hazy background, the way his body feels hot before he even slides a finger into him, how tight jiaoqiu will be around his fingertips, around his cock, and he might have actually given in if he wasn't stubborn, and if jiaoqiu wasn't just barely pouting in the mirror, hitting him with his tail like a baby. that gives him something to hold onto, and the ragged smirk on his face stays, marked difference from often neutrality.
he tilts his temple to rest his head against the hand in his hair, and brings his free hand around to splay his fingers across his chest, away from his tail, holding him in place, and rumbles his response. ]
Too bad. [ it's not too bad, it's fucking great, but that's beside the point. ] Don't mind breaking in.
[ taking him apart like a lock, that is. he can get jiaoqiu to come on just his fingers, and he's impossibly smug about it every time - still, his banter's lacking a little, because his breath is a little harsher than he wants, and he gives up before that gets too distracting, instead finally giving into one of those needy little arches backwards to slide two fingers into the heat of his body. he takes them so easily, and though there's a little more friction than usual, he doubts either of them really mind, as he twists his wrist and explores, with a thrill, where his presence was before. it's a nice touch, for a thief. it's going to make him go nuts if he's not careful, so therion focuses on trying to make jiaoqiu lose it instead.
as he starts to slide his fingers in and out, picking up a quick pace without any real warning, he tugs at his tail again, in rhythmic time, and keeps his heated eyes on the show in front of him. ]
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breaking in, he says, and jiaoqiu laughs, breathlessly, head tilting back to rest against therion's shoulder. like breaking in doesn't make his mind race, like he doesn't thrive off the implication of it. as much as he bitches about it later, there is nothing jiaoqiu likes more than to be systematically dismantled and driven to begging, and therion is very good at doing just that. neither of them are very patient people, but it just drives every time they're in bed together to base instinct, to that feral need to claim and be claimed. jiaoqiu can tell therion doesn't want to wait as much as jiaoqiu doesn't, but he also knows very well that if their positions were reversed, he'd be doing whatever was possible to tease therion to strung out. it's a good look on both of them.
and somewhere in that line of thought, finally, finally, therion slides his fingers inside of him, and it's not quite a smooth motion but jiaoqiu does not care. the stretch, the slight burn - he gasps, and then the air gets knocked out of him entirely as therion pulls his tail. the noise that escapes this time is breathless, shaky whine, and he yanks therion's hair instinctively in response, eyes slamming shut. once therion starts up, jiaoqiu's breathing doesn't recover - he's panting as he strains to rock his hips back into therion's fingers, trying to get him to press deep. his tail trembles in therion's hand, fur fluffed up, eager to be manhandled.
therion can absolutely get him to come on just his fingers and jiaoqiu's very aware of it. and he's likely getting a sweet show even if jiaoqiu isn't looking at the mirror, because it isn't just the physical sensation that's doing it for him. last night is present in his mind as well, flashes of heavy breath against the back of his neck, small vulgarities right up against his ear. the quick pace makes jiaoqiu's knees shake, and he leans heavily against the sink so he doesn't fall, trying and failing to keep his head up. his fingers don't leave therion's hair, though, gripping tightly as he arches back into the fingers opening him up. or, rather, the fingers confirming that therion was there, that jiaoqiu's body is all his and jiaoqiu likes it that way.
he had words, but he can't quite grasp them when his tail is getting yanked like this. instead, it's just whining, gaspy moans that echo faintly off the tile, vaguely pleading in nature. he hasn't even touched himself yet, and it's driving him crazy. ]