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The rain has let up a long time ago. When Tighnari checks up on Cyno, he’s still sleeping under the covers.
Tighnari closes the door gently behind him.
This week marks the first time Cyno’s taken extended time off since they moved in together. His contract with the government has ended just as Tighnari had finally caught up with his own workload at the clinic. Since the opportunity arose, he'd asked Cyno to take a vacation together, just the two of them.
Cyno had agreed readily. Tighnari knew he would - he’s taken some of Tighnari’s advice to heart and finally started taking regular breaks. He found a deal for them and booked a getaway in a cabin tucked deep within Avidya Forest.
Their first few nights here Cyno had slept uneasily with the change in environment, but Tighnari soon found a practical solution for him; they spent last night entwined together until Tighnari exhausted Cyno enough for him to pass out.
It’s almost noon when Cyno finally emerged from their bedroom.
“Morning,” Tighnari greets from the couch. “Breakfast is in the fridge.”
Cyno hums. He fills a cup with water and drains it before slipping into the couch next to Tighnari. “Morning.” He rubs their cheeks affectionately together.
“Go eat first,” Tighnari says, resolutely flipping a page of the medical magazine he’s reading.
“‘M not hungry,” Cyno mumbles. He tilts his head to show off a number of bruises Tighnari left on his nape, a smattering of purple constellations. “I slept too much.”
“You’re catching up on missed sleep,” Tighnari corrects. He gives in and strokes Cyno’s hair for a few minutes. Cyno hums happily and melts further into him.
“We can go out for dinner tonight,” Tighnari says. "There's a good vegetarian place nearby."
Cyno hums. “Whatever you want.”
The words make Tighnari aches a little. They remind him of something that's been sitting on his mind, more and more often recently. Their one year anniversary is coming up and Tighnari wants to make it count, but there's still something he needs to do- something he should have done a long time ago.
Taking a steadying breath, Tighnari loops his arm around Cyno’s shoulder to tug him closer, but Cyno seems to misunderstand; he shuffles himself straight into Tighnari’s lap and with their noses inches apart, blinks slowly at him, still fuzzy from sleep.
“I love you," Tighnari says helplessly.
Cyno looks pleased. “I love you too.”
Tighnari tucks a stray piece of hair behind Cyno’s ear. “Would you mind if we talked today? It’s nothing bad-” he hesitates. “...I just wanted to revisit some ground rules.”
A brief second of tension, then Cyno’s spine straightens out, and Tighnari watches as Cyno's expression settles into something attentive, a touch cautious. His maroon eye sharpens as the remnants of sleep fades fully.
“Of course.”
*
After Cyno has eaten his belated breakfast, Tighnari takes them to the den with the overarching sunroof. It’s a lovely, quiet place, with verdant leaves and birdsong enveloping them beyond the glass wall. Tighnari climbs onto the nest shaped sofa bed and tugs Cyno in after him - Cyno is immediately swallowed by the sea of pillows. Tighnari chuckles as Cyno blinks in confusion.
“C’mere.” He helps Cyno up until he’s settled over his body. Immediately, Cyno wraps his limbs around him and stays there.
Tighnari looks up at the endless sky stretching beyond the see-through ceiling and lets out a content sigh.
“This is a nice place you’ve found.”
"I'm glad you like it," Cyno says into his collarbones, then paused suspiciously. “...I chose it for rest."
Tighnari narrows his eyes.
"Do you get it? It's a play on words because we're in a forest-"
Cyno's absolutely inflectionless tone is what makes Tighnari huff a laugh. "Yes, yes, I got it. Now, since we're on vacation, please rest up your brain as well."
Cyno hums as Tighnari settles a hand over his neck and gently massages the slender muscle there - he’d asked Cyno to leave his collar off for their holiday - but the tendons remain tense under his touch, as if bracing for a blow to come at any moment.
“Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong,” Tighnari says with a touch of guilt. “Rather the opposite, in fact. I'm happy to finally spend some time alone with you.”
Cyno lifts his head and peers at Tighnari through his lashes. “I’m happy too.”
Tighnari dips low to kiss him, Cyno parts his lips in answer and Tighnari licks his way in. He’s wet and yielding inside, little noises spilling from his throat that Tighnari gladly swallows down.
“Good boy." His voice is hoarse when they part. Cyno is flushed and incandescent in his arms. “God, I want you.”
“Then take me," Cyno urges. "I want you too.”
He shakes his head, tamping down the flare of arousal in his gut. “I want to talk first.”
Cyno droops. “Okay.”
Tighnari curls them up together amidst the mass of pillows and blankets. Cyno tucks his nose in the crook of Tighnari’s neck and seems disinclined to move. “What would you like to talk about?" he mumbles.
Tighnari strokes Cyno's hair gently, taking a deep breath. “So," he says. "We never did go over proper limits and boundaries.”
Cyno is quiet. He mouths at Tighnari’s skin and lets out a confused noise. “That’s what you wanted to talk about?”
Tighnari huffs, “I should’ve done it a lot earlier, I know.”
“That's not what I meant." Cyno smooths a hand over Tighnari's stomach. "Do we really have to? This is working for us, isn’t it?”
“It'll work until it doesn’t.” Tighnari tips Cyno’s chin with a finger to meet his eyes. Cyno regards him steadily. “I don’t want to risk the consequences of pushing you too far one day.”
Cyno’s gaze darkens. “You won’t.”
“You can’t promise that.”
Cyno twines their fingers together and brushes a feather soft kiss against Tighnari’s knuckles. “With the proper tools, you can hold me down,” he says quietly. "I'm willing to give you anything."
Tighnari shivers at the implications of Cyno's saying. He knows. He knows all too well what having Cyno’s devotion means by now.
(A secret, wretched part of him is pleased with carrying on like this. It hungers for Cyno’s trust. It hungers to possess him. To hide him away and keep him safe from the world, to own him until he knows of nothing but Tighnari’s all-consuming, pernicious love-)
He wraps his hand around the column of Cyno’s vulnerable neck. Breaths against the shell of his ear, “You don’t understand what you’re offering.”
Cyno relaxes as Tighnari’s fingers tighten, in a way he hadn't before with the massage. They watch each other intently as the seconds tick by. Cyno leans calmly against him, his face gradually flushing while the oxygen depletes in his lungs.
“I could ruin you,” Tighnari says, a confession torn from that dark place within him. He hates to excavate it like this but he needs Cyno to know.
“I might even want to.”
Cyno takes a big gasp of air when Tighnari finally lets go. He presses his forehead against Tighnari's shoulder and catches his breath. Tighnari restrains himself from touching him.
“Cyno,” he whispers.
“I know.” Cyno looks up. His eyes are wet with a sheen of reflexive tears, but his expression is calm as he wipes them away. “I want-” He bites his lower lip. “I’ve always known."
A murky heat sears through Tighnari, and something snaps. He grabs Cyno by the shoulders and pushes him down until Tighnari is straddling him. He glares. “You’re not allowed,” he grits out. “You can’t let me destroy you, do you understand? I refuse.”
Bruises are purpling into the shape of fingers around Cyno’s neck. Tighnari always makes sure to avoid the windpipe. He would never-
“I'd let you,” Cyno says, brushing a finger against the curve of Tighnari’s cheek, wipes away the moisture there. “But I’ll stop you if you ask me to.”
Tighnari’s sternum aches like he’s the one who’s been gasping for air.
“That’s not how this is supposed to work,” he stutters out. “You’re not supposed to do it for me.”
Cyno’s smile is wry. “Why not?”
For a moment Tighnari just stares, then, he's kissing Cyno roughly, teeth catching on Cyno's lower lip and he sucks at the cut until his mouth is flooded with the taste of copper. Cyno gasps when Tighnari palms at the bulge in his skin tight shorts.
“Tell me,” Tighnari says tightly. “Tell me when to stop.” He squeezes Cyno’s cock through the fabric until Cyno lets out a groan. "Cyno, tell me.”
Cyno blinks with some difficulty. “You can keep going."
“Cyno.”
Cyno rests his hand on Tighnari’s shoulder, and Tighnari waits for him to push him off, but nothing comes but a gentle tug until Tighnari is laying fully on top of him.
“I’ll give you anything,” Cyno whispers. He kisses the curve of the shell and lingers there. “But if you insist, I’ll just ask for one thing.”
“Whatever you want,” Tighnari echoes, “Please, Cyno-”
“I want you,” Cyno says cleanly into his ear. “Give me all of you. Stop holding back and give in, Tighnari. That’s all I ask from you.”
“That-” Tighnari blinks rapidly. “What do you mean-?”
Cyno’s grip suddenly turns firm. His body twists and with a limber flexibility that catches Tighnari off guard, reverses their position so he’s settled solidly over Tighnari’s hip instead.
“See? I can stop you anytime,” Cyno murmurs, his gaze sharper than Tighnari had ever seen it. No, that's not true. He’d seen him like this before, back at the warehouse, self-possessed, lethal, and all too beautiful- “I can take whatever you dish out.” Cyno covers Tighnari’s lips before he can protest. “I want to take it.” He grinds his hips so their erections rub together. “If I promise I’d stop you if need be, will you finally let go and take me as you wish?”
Tighnari’s chest rattles like a pair of bird wings. He’s at a loss for words. He’s never been good at letting go. “I- Cyno, I can’t-”
Slowly, Cyno lifts Tighnari’s hand and presses it against the base of his own neck. His pulse is strong, steady. “Tighnari,” he says, a singular, absolute conviction.
“Cyno,” Tighnari says in answer. He’s reminded of how guarded Cyno has been when they met all those months ago. How things have changed; Cyno had opened up unreservedly for Tighnari. In fact, he had carved himself open and laid his heart at his feet. The least Tighnari can do is-
“Please.” -There's a waver in Cyno’s voice, and Tighnari reaches out instinctively to cradle his cheek in his palm. In the noon sun his pale lashes glimmer as if translucent wings, and his stern expression is belied by soft yearning lurking at the corners of his lips.
“-Okay,” Tighnari says, accepting what is tenderly offered to him. “Okay.”
Cyno’s smile melts the sharp lines of his face. He really can be so very fierce, sometimes, but Tighnari likes him best like this: yielding under his careful touch, unfolding with each guiding caress. Tighnari shifts them so Cyno is laying with his back against the cushions, his hair billowed around him in a delicate halo, and kisses the slight, grateful curve of his lips.
“I want to make love to you,” Tighnari breathes. “Will you let me?”
Cyno nods. He spreads his legs apart and presents himself with obvious eagerness. Emboldened, Tighnari grips his thighs and parts them further, watching Cyno’s face carefully for any signs of discomfort. His legs are almost entirely extended on either side when Tighnari pauses. “You're very flexible,” he notes.
Cyno looks amused. He bends at the waist and compresses himself further to peck at Tighnari’s nose. “A perk from all the martial arts,” he laughs. “Go on, you can fuck me like this.”
Tighnari presses him back down into the cushion. “I want to go slow this time.”
Cyno makes to protest, but Tighnari’s pointed glance makes his mouth fall shut. He relaxes deliberately. “Okay."
Fondness bubbles through Tighnari's chest. He grabs the lubricant from the coffee table and pours it generously over his hand. Cyno is still loose from their activities last night, so Tighnari only scissors his fingers a few times before lubing up the length of his cock.
“Cyno.” His voice makes Cyno look up from staring at Tighnari's cock with visible hunger. He’s already flushed and hazy-eyed, but Tighnari wants him fully present today. “Stay with me, love.”
Cyno tilts his head. "Hm?"
Tighnari grips Cyno's waist and lines his shaft up against Cyno’s entrance. “I want you to focus on me."
“Okay,” Cyno says, and Tighnari plunges inside him.
Cyno lets out a stifled moan, and he’s warm and wet and clenching so sweetly around Tighnari. “You feel so good,” Tighnari coos. “You always feel so good for me.”
“You feel g-good too,” Cyno replies, and Tighnari rewards him with a thrust directly angled at his prostate.
“That's it,” he says. “Don't let go.”
Cyno hums agreeably. Tighnari drinks in the sight of Cyno riding out waves of helpless pleasure. He’s always been prone to drifting off underneath the haze of subspace, but today his gaze stays lucid as Tighnari asked of him.
“Cyno.” Tighnari continues his slow, undulating pace. A fire simmers in the pit of his stomach, and Tighnari strokes Cyno with the rhythm of his thrusts, who meets him halfway by pushing his hips back against him. "Cyno, ah, thank you-" he gasps.
“What for?” Cyno asks, dissolving into a whimper when Tighnari sucks his nipple into his mouth. He tongues at the slit until Cyno is squirming with oversensitivity. “Mm, ‘Nari-”
“For being so good for me.” Tighnari grazes his teeth along the sensitive nub. "How does this feel?"
“Good, ah- please-”
Tighnari nips at him a little longer until the flesh is swollen and plum red, then moves onto the other one and does the same until Cyno is moaning wetly.
“My beloved,” Tighnari whispers. He brushes the sweat drenched hair away from Cyno’s forehead, places one gentle kiss over an eyelid, then the other one. “You’re perfect.”
Cyno’s arms circle around Tighnari’s waist and he presses them flush against each other. “Tighnari,” he begs.
Tighnari strokes Cyno's flank lovingly. “What do you want, love?”
Cyno’s voice is thick with need. “Please fuck me.”
Tighnari kisses him open-mouthed and obliges, snapping his hips in rough, quick thrusts until pre-cum spurts from Cyno's slit, smearing all over his toned stomach. Cyno is more vocal than he usually is, crying out when Tighnari wraps his hand around his shaft and spreads the fluids along his slit.
“Mm-” Tighnari pumps his hand steadily while Cyno shakes apart underneath him. It isn’t long before his walls tighten around Tighnari and he stutters out a helpless, “‘Nari, I’m c-close.”
Tighnari doesn't slow his hand down. "Hang on for just little more. I'm-I'm almost there."
The muscles over Cyno's abdomen flex as he tries to delay his orgasm. "Together?" he asks breathlessly. Tighnari nods and thrusts his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost obscene in the open air. Cyno's arms tighten around Tighnari and Tighnari embraces him back.
"Come for me," he whispers, and stiffens as his orgasm shatters through him. Cyno cries out soon after, walls clenching around Tighnari as his cock pulses ribbons of white across his chest.
“I love you,” Tighnari mumbles against Cyno's neck. They lay atop each other and catches their breath in panting silence. Cyno looks blissed out as he adjusts them so he's cuddled against Tighnari's chest.
The sun feels warm over Tighnari's skin, and before long, the afterglow drains and the sweat and fluids begins to bother him. He fights through the fatigue in his bones to sit up when Cyno's hand closes around his arm.
“I’ll do it,” he says, looking alert and refreshed already. Tighnari nods, envious of Cyno's fitness as he extracts himself from Tighnari with ease and wanders off to the bathroom.
Tighnari is already dozing off in the nest of pillows when Cyno returns a wet towel. He cleans Tighnari off carefully and presses a gentle kiss over the soft underside of Tighnari’s stomach when he's done.
“C’mere.” Tighnari beckons Cyno into his embrace and Cyno happily obliges. With the clean side of the towel, he wipes away the fluids between Cyno's legs and is careful not to irritate his spent cock as he cleans around his white hairs. “Turn around a bit," he instructs.
Cyno turns over and Tighnari presses his fingers against the seam of Cyno’s swollen entrance. “Want me to clean you out?” But Cyno shakes his head.
“Leave it,” he says shyly. "...I feel full in a good way."
Hiding a smile, Tighnari wraps the blanket around them and cuddles Cyno for a few more minutes. It’s comfortable like this, and he almost wants to fall asleep to Cyno's steady breaths in his ear, but he wants to make good on their promise.
“Cyno, are you asleep?”
Cyno shakes his head against Tighnari's shoulder.
“Let’s negotiate,” Tighnari says. “Properly, this time.”
Cyno raises his head. A stream of light falls over his eyes and illuminates their open affection as they crinkle.
“Okay," he says, his smile sun warm.