[ 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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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. ]