[ 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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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. ]