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“Frankly I’m surprised you haven’t given him a piece of your mind yet.” Kaveh stares up at Tighnari from where he's resting in his lap. The pair of them sprawled out on his and Cyno’s living room floor. Throw pillows piled up around them, plush and vibrantly coloured. Outnumbered only by the sea of plants that makes this place home for the Valuka Shuna.
“Who?” Tighnari continues dragging his fingers along Kaveh’s scalp. Playing with the older man’s hair.
Distantly he registers the sound of Cyno moving around in the kitchen, gathering snacks for the trio before they delve into another game of Genius Invokation TCG. In his lap Kaveh makes a pleased humming noise, sighing when Tighnari’s claws drag down to scratch over the base of his skull. Touch still gentle. “Alhaitham.”
Ah. Nari does have a bone to pick with the scribe…which he absolutely plans to raise the next time they’re all together. At least once their most esteemed Grand Sage has the time. Alhaitham’s been caught up as of late, preparing for a large upcoming ceremony at the Akademiya.
As soon as Nari’d seen the state of his lover when he returned from his commission the month prior, he just knew that Haitham had bullied his way into Kaveh and Cyno’s night together. Clearly he’d done a number on the General Mahamatra, and that isn’t something that Nari plans to let slide.
“I definitely have a few choice words for our esteemed Grand Sage.” He drags his hand through to the ends of Kaveh’s hair before bringing his hand back up. Massaging his fingers across the blonde’s scalp. “I don’t appreciate him using Cyno as a chew toy...but it does seem like he still enjoyed his birthday. So I can’t be too hard on Alhaitham-”
“Wait-” Kaveh strains to tip his head further back. Brows raising as he seeks out Tighnari’s gaze. “Cyno didn’t tell you?”
"Tell me what?" Nari's fingers twitch to a halt where he's been combing them through Kaveh's hair. There were very few secrets between him and Cyno at this point in their lives. He raises a brow down at his friend. Ears twitching. Perked and interested.
“That he passed out!” There’s a mix of concern and annoyance in Kaveh’s expression, as if the memory rubs him the wrong way. “Haitham, that menace, literally fucked Cyno unconscious.”
Nari tenses, his tail suddenly twitching in Kaveh’s grasp, swishing back and forth in agitation. "Did he now…"
“He was out cold for over five minutes.” The architect continues, brows pinched and expression aggravated. “I swear, someone needs to put that brute in his place-”
“Mm.” Tighnari makes a small sound of ascension. Teeth gritting a bit as he struggles to keep his composure. Bringing his arms down around Kaveh to drag him further up in his lap. Doing what he can to hide the way his lips tug down, anger flaring up through his usually calm and collected demeanor. “Maybe I can give him a bit of a taste of his own medicine.”
Kaveh makes a delighted sound as he’s pulled further up against Nari’s chest. Relaxing when the Valuka Shuna presses his face into the blonde’s throat. “You’re not going to fuck me unconscious too, are you?”
“Of course not.” Tighnari laughs. Sliding his lips down to kiss at Kaveh’s neck. The touch chaste and easy. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Alhaitham on the other hand…
He tightens his arms a little where he’s got them curled around the blonde’s waist. Ears flicking back a bit. Tail still twitching with agitation.
When he left Cyno to spend his birthday with their friends, Nari had known there was a good chance that Alhaitham would use it as an opportunity to fuck the smaller man again. But to the point of him passing out? And without Tighnari there to supervise? The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
Kaveh is right about one thing, that’s for certain.
Alhaitham needs to be put in his place.
“Alright, who wants some of my famous Duel Soul?” Cyno nudges back into the room, balancing a platter with a large plate of his signature Tahchin, along with a teapot and a few ceramic glasses.
Kaveh raises his hand where he’s still wrapped up in Tighnari’s arms. Visibly excited. “I’ll never say no to your cooking.”
“A smart man.” The General strolls up to where they’re seated on the floor by the small coffee table. Setting the platter aside and dropping down to sit cross legged across from the pair. Their Genius Invokation decks are already laid out across the table. Dice sitting in the centre, glowing lightly in the warm hue of their sunny living room. Once he’s settled Cyno immediately zeros his attention in on Nari’s face. Brows raising while he tilts his head. Bangs sliding off to the side so he can see the Valuka Shuna more clearly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Tighnari offers him a smile and slowly unwraps himself from Kaveh. Leaning over the coffee table to reach for Cyno’s hand. The General gives it willingly. Looking pleased, if a little bewildered, when Nari brings it up to his mouth, kissing over his lover’s knuckles. Watching the way the man’s tanned features start to flush. “You were going to show us your new deck build before we play, right?”
Cyno immediately perks up at that.
As soon as Nari releases his hand the General is immediately grabbing at his deck of cards. Getting himself set up across the table.
Kaveh slides up to his knees by the smaller man's side. Shifting until he’s able to glance over at where Cyno’s laying out his deck. Within moments he’s already chatting away with his usual, muted (yet still so adorably genuine) excitement.
Tighnari watches the two of them for a moment; beyond pleased at the way that Kaveh always gives the General his full attention. Nodding along with his rambling explanations, a small smile quirking up his cherub cheeks. The sight is absolutely captivating.
Relaxing back against the chair of the couch Nari finds himself smiling over at the pair. He takes in the way they look together with a warm twist in his chest before he slowly focuses on Cyno. His heart gives a little squeeze, pleased at how the General’s whole being just seems to shine when he talks about something he loves. The adorable way his brows pinch together, his expression a combination of serious and delighted.
Just gorgeous.
The thought of Alhaitham driving Cyno past the brink, especially without Nari there to help pick up the pieces, it’s infuriating. He can’t help the way his tail puffs up. Still twitching in a clear display of his agitation.
As much as he cares for Haitham, holding his friend quite dear to his heart… he’s going to knock their Grand Sage down a few pegs.
One way or another.
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It’s barely a week later when they all decide to spend the night together again.
This time they’re headed back over to Kaveh and Alhaitham’s place. Tighnari’s leading the way, hand curled into Cyno’s while they round the corner on their friend’s street. The General seems surprisingly more excited than he’d been the last time they’d discussed this. Clearly no longer distressed by the thought of Nari and Haitham sleeping together.
He raises his brows over his shoulder at his lover. Surprised to see a wide smirk across his face. “Mora for your thoughts Cy?”
“Mm, it’s nothing.”
It certainly is something, but Cyno looks happy, so Nari’s not about to push it. “I didn’t think you were looking forward to today.”
“I reflected on that position.” The General reaches forward to grasp at Nari’s hand. Squeezing there gently. Clearly excited. “If any one of us has a fair chance at turning our Grand Sage into a beignet lotus for the night, it’s you.”
“A beignet lotus ?” Tighnari regrets asking almost as soon as the words leave his mouth.
“You know…” Cyno’s grinning. He can tell without looking. “By getting him all hot, flipping him over and stuffing him full with your-”
“I get it. Archons.” The General Mahamatra really is in a good mood. While they haven’t talked about the full extent of what Alhaitham did to Cyno on the electro user’s birthday, it’s clear that his lover already has some grand idea about how the evening will go. Nari’s mouth twitches up into a smile despite himself. Giving his Cyno’s hand a little squeeze in response. “I’ll do my best to meet your lofty expectations here.”
“You’re going to do great.” The General picks up his pace a bit. Moving ahead of Nari as they round the corner to Kaveh and Alhaitham’s home. Tugging a bit at the Valuka Shuna’s hand. “Haitham won’t know what hit him.”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence.” He can’t help but laugh a bit at Cyno’s enthusiasm. His tail twitching happily behind him when they make their way up the steps to the front door.
They barely get the chance to knock before Kaveh’s throwing the door open, clearly just as excited as Cyno for the day’s activities. “You’re right on time! Come on in.”
Nari lets his lover go first, watching Kaveh curl himself around Cyno’s smaller frame. Squeezing him tightly. Even from where he stands he can see that familiar edge of increased intimacy between them now. Something that’s become the norm since the General’s birthday. He watches Cyno’s hands run down Kaveh’s back. Curling just over the bottom of the blonde’s ass. Squeezing there slightly in a way that has Kaveh laughing through a hitched gasp.
“Is that a Rukkhashava Mushroom in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Cyno deadpans, mouth pressed right up to Kaveh’s ear (though the General has to shift onto his toes to reach).
“Stop it.” Nari can’t help but feel embarrassed. Annoyance filtering in through his tone. He will always love Cyno, no matter what; but sometimes his corny jokes are just impossible to bear. He reaches out to pry the General away from Kaveh. Forcing himself between the pair to curl around the architect instead. “Honestly Cyno, you’re too much sometimes.”
“Hello to you too, Nari.” Kaveh laughs a bit as Tighnari’s ears twitch against his face. The Valuka Shuna presses his nose against Kaveh’s throat and draws him close. When the architect speaks again his voice is low, almost conspiratorial. “I have to say, I’m looking forward to today-”
“Are you?” Nari leans up to press his lips to Kaveh’s cheek, stealing a few chaste kisses down and along his jaw. Delighting in the way that the blonde laughs, a little breathless.
High expectations all around then.
Seems like everyone is gunning for Tighnari to bring their Grand Sage down a few notches.
“Alright, that’s quite enough of that.”
Speaking of-
Strong arms wrap around Kaveh from behind. Tugging him back and out of Tighnari’s firm embrace.
Alhaitham drags the blonde against his chest. Curling around him and staring Nari and Cyno down. Clearly unimpressed. “Do you two really have to hang all over him every time you see him?”
“You should see how we are when you’re not there.” Cyno snarks back, kicking a bit at Alhaitham’s leg as he makes his way around the pair to move deeper into the house.
Nari doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead he simply smiles up at the Grand Sage.
After a moment of consideration he takes another step forward into Kaveh’s space once more. Reaching over the blonde’s shoulder until he can get one of his hands up to curl around Alhaitham’s chin. Using his grip to drag the big man down over Kaveh’s smaller frame.
He just tips up on his toes until he can reach the scribe’s mouth, pressing a firm, lingering kiss there; Kaveh letting out a shocked breath between them.
Alhaitham seems stunned for a moment. Mouth opening just enough for Tighnari to lick into his parted lips.
That finally coaxes a small noise from the Grand Sage. His breath catching a bit as Nari slides their tongues together. Letting the kiss linger, before catching the bigger man’s lower lip between his fangs when he finally draws back.
The smile he flashes the scribe from over Kaveh’s shoulder is teasing. “Good to see you too, Haitham.”
With that he finally releases the Grand Sage’s chin (letting his claws dig in, just so). Alhaitham looks a little rattled. Staring down at him from where he’s still curled up around Kaveh’s back; his kiss flushed mouth dropped open.
A small thrill curls up inside of Tighnari at the sight.
He shifts his hand to tap lightly against the scribe’s cheek. Grinning up at him now, fangs bared. “Looking forward to tonight.”
With that he steps back and moves around his seniors where they still hover in the doorway. Strolling into the house to catch up to Cyno in the front hall.
The General looks ecstatic, grinning wider than Nari’s ever seen. “Have I told you how incredible you are lately?”
“Nowhere near often enough.” Tighnari can’t help but smile in return, reaching out to squeeze at Cyno’s shoulder as he walks past.
He’s still got Alhaitham’s wide eyed, shocked expression burned into his mind. Excitement fluttering up in his own chest, starting to rival the anticipation both Kaveh and Cyno have been radiating, building up to this day.
This is going to be good.
---
As per usual, they ease their way into things with casual conversation, and a few drinks. Finding themselves relaxing in the living room. Alhaitham ends up in a chair across the room while Kaveh’s crowded onto the couch with Nari and Cyno on either side of him.
They talk about a wide range of things as Alhaitham pretends to ignore them, a book cradled carefully in his hands.
Tighnari’s watching him close enough to know that it’s all a facade.
The Grand Sage keeps stealing glances at the trio on the couch. Glancing up at them from the top of his book. Shifting constantly in his seat. Clearly distracted. Not that Nari’s much better. He hasn’t paid attention to a word of what Kaveh and Cyno have been chatting away about. Too busy watching the way that Alhaitham struggles to keep his interest under wraps. Immediately flicking his gaze away each time that his eyes lock with Tighnari’s.
A knowing smile slowly quirks up across the Valuka Shuna’s features. Tail twitching in a show of barely contained delight.
That’s more than enough waiting.
Tipping his glass he downs the last of the sweet dandelion wine Kaveh’s poured for him. Making a show of it as he slowly rises to stand.
Alhaitham immediately reacts to the movement. His book drops down until it’s left resting on his lap. Attention now fixed completely on the Forest Watcher while he shifts off the couch and pads his way across the room.
The conversation behind them immediately grinds to a halt. Kaveh and Cyno fall silent while Tighnari strolls right up to where Alhaitham sits; thighs spread, back pressed to the plush pillows behind him.
“Mm.” He hums a bit as he gets close. Ears perked in interest. Tail flicking out to curl around Alhaitham’s ankles. He smiles down at the scribe when he ends up standing between those powerful, spread thighs. “Cy, Kaveh…why don’t you two head to the bedroom.”
He can hear them shuffle behind him without looking. Kaveh’s voice is soft when it answers him, almost hesitant. “What about you guys?”
“It’s okay.” He glances over his shoulder briefly and offers the pair an easy smile. “We’ll be right there.”
Cyno shows no signs of concern or reservation. He just takes Kaveh by the hand, already dragging him down the hall, smiling even as he pulls the blonde around the corner.
“What’s this about?” Alhaitham’s voice catches Tighnari’s attention once more. The scribe’s staring at him, brows raised. Expression as carefully neutral as always.
“I just wanted a moment to chat before the fun starts.” The Forest Watcher slides forward a bit more. Raising a leg to sling over one of Haitham’s thighs. Crawling his way up into the bigger man’s lap.
Surprisingly, Alhaitham actually sets his book off to the side. One arm automatically coming around to rest against the base of Nari’s tail, fingers splayed out over the small of his back. Keeping him balanced.
The gesture is surprisingly sweet, and Tighnari can’t help but smile as Alhaitham speaks again, curiosity seeping in through his carefully manicured calm. “To chat?”
“Mhm.” Nari lets his tongue slide out to dampen his lips. Watching with a curl of hot delight when Haitham’s gaze follows the motion. The Grand Sage’s hand slips down a little where it’s braced across his back. Brushing his fingers against the Valuka Shuna’s tail in a way that sends a shiver up his spine. Tighnari lowers his voice, tone edging towards dangerous “I heard you got a bit too rough with Cyno last time.”
“Did I?” The scribe doesn’t even have the wherewithal to sound guilty. Eyes half lidded. A flush slowly starting to bloom across his pale skin. “I can assure you that he liked it.”
“Right.” Nari reaches out to curl his fingers in Alhaitham’s hair. “That will never happen again without me present.”
With that he tugs the bigger man’s head to the side and leans down, dragging his tongue out along the scribe’s throat. Relishing in the way Haitham swallows against his mouth, adam's apple bobbing. He slides his lips up until he gets them fitted against the shell of his senior’s ear.
This time Nari catches at the lobe a bit with his teeth while he speaks. “And you won’t be doing that to me today either.”
“I won’t?” There’s a slight hitching to Alhaitham’s breath. It’s clear he’s trying so hard to stay composed; to keep his tone calm and even keeled.
“Not unless you want me to bend you over my knee.” Tighnari murmurs as he sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of Haitham’s ear. Delighted by the way the bigger man struggles to suppress a groan. “Though if that’s what you’re feeling for tonight, I’m sure it can be arranged-”
Alhaitham’s cock twitches beneath him; the bigger man instantly hardening in his trousers. He brings both hands down to wrap under Nari’s thighs. Squeezing a bit before he stands up, forcing the smaller man to grab onto his shoulders for balance.
He makes the move look so easy. Hauling Tighnari up in the air like he weighs nothing.
When he speaks, the scribe’s tone is thick with lust. “Bedroom.”
Steadying himself, arms curling around the back of Alhaitham’s neck, Nari grins at the older man. His ears twitching with interest. Tail swishing behind him. “So bossy.”
Alhaitham doesn’t say anything else.
The scribe just angles up to shove their mouths together. Kissing into Tighnari as he blindly stumbles out into the hall. Tipping over a bit as he collides backwards into the wall; hands still digging in beneath Nari, keeping him suspended on his arms holding onto him like a lifeline. For his part the Valuka Shuna focusses on kissing the scribe within an inch of his life. All teeth and tongue. Licking deep into Alhaitham. Swallowing down the bigger man’s moans with a vicious twist of arousal in his gut.
It’s not as violent as Haitham and Cyno were, and nowhere near as soft as when Nari fucked Kaveh- but it’s good.
He groans into the kiss. Shifting to grab at Alhaitham’s face. Curling his fingers around the bigger man’s jaw while he struggles to keep from digging his nails in too hard. Delighted by the way that Alhaitham shudders under his touch. The Grand Sage trips his way down the hall towards his and Kaveh’s bedroom.
The door is, blessedly, open, allowing the pair to tip inside with ease. Alhaitham barely keeps them upright when Tighnari drags his fangs along the bigger man’s tongue. Relishing in the way the body beneath him tenses.
“Celestia.”
Nari registers Kaveh’s sweet, winded tone amidst the heaving breaths between him and Haitham. Heat rising even through their clothes; blistering hot everywhere they touch.
Alhaitham ends up walking backwards across the room towards the bed. Clearly captivated by the steady slide of their mouths together; transfixed by the way that Nari licks into him, nipping at his lips and tongue.
When Haitham’s knees hit the edge of the mattress they both collide down against it.
Tighnari ends up draped over the bigger man, straddling his hips. Knees digging into the bedsheets. It’s only the grip that Haitham has over the back of his legs keeping him pressed down. Holding him steady while the sage's hips start to move. Grinding his thick, muscled frame up between Nari's thighs and into his growing arousal. Snatching the breath from his lungs.
“Mmph-” A tight sound escapes Tighnari through the kiss. He drags his hands down from Haitham's jaw once more. His claws digging into those broad shoulders, pressing through his skin tight tank top, pressure just short of breaking fabric and skin.
Alhaitham slides one hand up Nari’s thigh in turn. Sliding over his ass. Coming to rest against the base of his tail before curling his fingers there and tugging.
Tighnari jolts where he’s spread out across the bigger man’s lap. Drawing away from the kiss and squirming a bit, thighs tensing around Haitham’s waist. “That’s playing dirty.”
“Is it? I’m sorry.” Alhaitham drags his closed hand over Nari’s tail. Not sounding sorry in the least. Grip firm, but not to the point of painful. More than enough, however, to send shudders up the Valuka Shuna’s spine. When the scribe speaks again, he sounds positively devious. “I’ve just wanted to do this for a while.”
“Do what?” He somehow manages to keep his voice steady. Tone deliberate and firm. Fangs slipping out to dig into his lower lip while he stares down at Haitham.
“Pet you.”
The way the bigger man says it has Nari’s stomach clenching in the best possible way.
He can definitely see why Haitham has such a drastic impact on the people he beds. His firm, yet calculatingly even tone is somehow still laced with intention. Seductive in a subtle yet devastating way.
“Oh, you’re good.” He smiles down at Alhaitham. Shuddering a bit when the bigger man strokes his hand through his tail once more. Ears perked and interested. He reaches down, cupping his hands over Haitham’s pecs. Pressing them together a bit. Tail puffing out as a shivering thrill ticks up his spine; Nari relishing in the way that skin tight shirt bunches up over the bigger man’s cleavage. Barely concealing the groan that claws up his throat. “Very good.”
“Does that mean you’re going to let me fuck you now?” Alhaitham gives his tail a brief tug. Dragging a hitched breath out of the Valuka Shuna.
Nari can’t help himself. His hips grind down against the bigger man on instinct.
“Ah-” Tighnari sighs through the twist of pleasure that curls up through him. Allowing Alhaitham to crowd back into him while the scribe sits up, his mouth sliding up to press over Nari’s throat. Nipping there lightly. Hand still fisted over Tighnari’s tail, dragging a hoarse curse from the smaller man. “Celestia.”
“Is that a yes?” Alhaitham’s voice gets a bit lower, more like a growl. He bites down a little harder, rending another soft sound from Nari.
“It’s not a no.” Tighnari gets his hands up around Alhaitham’s face. Urging him back and away from his throat. “Haitham-”
The bigger man just uses the opportunity to press back into Tighnari. Sealing their mouths together. Kissing Nari deep.
It’s so very different to the approach Tighnari saw the scribe take with Cyno. Tangibly more cautious. More permissive. Moving slower, more carefully. Waiting for the Forest Watcher to relax before he licks his way back into his mouth with a pleased noise.
Frankly, it’s impressive, how quickly he adapts to Tighnari’s preferences.
Clearly Alhaitham can read his audience.
Nari can’t help but relax a bit into the kiss. Sighing contentedly when Alhaitham drags their tongues together again. Biting at his lips before he draws away. Peppering more light kisses along Tighnari’s cheek until he reaches his jaw, nipping there lightly.
“If you want to fuck me tonight, you can-” The Forest Watcher manages, shifting his hands to curl back into Haitham’s hair. Tugging. Urging him away until he can meet the bigger man’s gaze. “But later, okay?”
“Later?” Alhaitham raises his brows at him. A flush now stained over the bridge of his nose. Eyes darker than before when he drags his gaze up and down Tighnari’s frame. Kiss bitten lips slipping open, just so.
It’s a good look on him.
Tighnari shifts up on his knees a bit more. Keeping one hand curled in Haitham’s hair. The other he drags around, sliding his claws along the scribe’s jaw. Scraping just enough to sting. Watching the bigger man’s eyes widen a bit. His breath audibly catching in his chest.
“Tell me Alhaitham…” Nari stares down, gaze half lidded, tongue darting out to dampen his lips. “When’s the last time you were on the receiving end?”
Stunned silence meets him in response. Alhaitham blinks up at him. Expression bewildered. It’s more than enough of an answer for Tighnari.
“Wait, seriously?” He releases his grip on Haitham’s hair. Bringing both hands down to the scribe’s shoulders instead. Brows raised. “No one’s ever fucked you?”
The thought just seems absolutely ludicrous.
The man has a body that’s built for sex.
His ass and thighs look like they could suffocate Nari. And his pecs, bigger than most of the breasts the Forest Watcher’s seen in his lifetime, are supple and soft to the touch-
Sure, Alhaitham’s certainly proven himself to be quite the vicious adversary in the bedroom; and he’s more than capable of wrenching pleasure from his bed mates. Nari’s seen it himself. But still…it’s beyond mind boggling to think that no one’s ever bothered to bend him over and give it to him for a change.
Alhaitham seems to hesitate for a moment, eyes flicking down. Chewing over his words carefully. “Kaveh did, once.”
“Oh?” Tighnari brings his hands back over Haitham’s jaw. Cupping there softly. Urging the bigger man to meet his gaze again. “What was the verdict, did you like it?”
“It was okay, but he got anxious and overly excited.” There’s just the slightest edge of disappointment in Alhaitham’s tone. So subtle that Nari almost misses it. But it’s there. “He finished almost as soon as he got inside of me-”
“Oh my Archons, Haitham!” Kaveh whips a pillow at them, which Alhaitham just barely manages to duck. The blonde is bright red, his expression a mix between frustration and betrayal. “Why would you tell him that??”
“What? It’s not like you lasted much longer when Cyno-”
Another pillow goes flying at them, this one catching Haitham across the side of his face.
It takes everything Tighnari has in him not to laugh.
“I am literally begging you to stop. Celestia.” The blonde’s face is scorching, his hands coming up to cover his mortified expression as he curls in on himself. Clearly flustered.
Nari would feel bad, but it’s a really cute look on their Light of Kshahrewar.
"I think it's safe to say that topping gives Kaveh a hard time." Cyno seems to be enjoying this particular non-sequitur as well. As much as Alhaitham even. Wrapping his arms around Kaveh and Dragging the bigger man down until he’s practically lying in his lap. His voice is deadpan as always while he joins in on the teasing. "Get it? Because-"
"Not you too Cyno." Kaveh straightens a bit, only to shove at Cyno’s face; trying to push himself away from the General. “Why am I being ganged up on here? Tonights not even about me-”
“And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?” Alhaitham tosses the pillow back at the blonde, raising his eyebrows.
“Sorry Kaveh, I couldn’t help it.” Cyno at least has the decency to sound apologetic, yet he still grins and fights to keep his grip on the bigger man. Holding onto the architect until he stops struggling, going limp in the electro user's arms. “The opportunity was right there.”
"Alright, that's enough." Tighnari shoots Cyno a warning look before turns his attention back to Alhaitham. Flashing him the same pointed expression.
The pair listen to him, somewhat surprisingly. Easing off of Kaveh enough to let Nari focus back on the task at hand.
The Forest Watcher gently curls one hand around the bigger man's throat. Enjoying the way his adam's apple bobs against his palm, before he starts to push down down. Urging Haitham back against the mattress once more. Letting his bangs fall over his face while he stares at the scribe. Watching him struggle to hide his blooming curiosity with a stoic, calm expression. It’s positively delicious.
Nari grins, fangs bared. "Let me show you a good time Haitham."
As the words leave his mouth, the whole room seems to go silent. Like the air’s been sucked away, leaving them waiting with baited breath.
He doesn’t waiver. Keeping his focus fixed on Alhaitham. Watching the discreet way his expression changes. Carefully clocking every shift of his brows, the minute way his eyes widen, the slight darkening of his pupils-
Out of all of them, Tighnari’s more than aware that he spends the least amount of time with Alhaitham.
They’ve always been kind to each other (or at least, as kind as the Grand Sage seems inclined to be), and they’ve always bonded over their mutual affection for Kaveh and Cyno (as much as Haitham hated to admit it).
Yet still. This, right here, is unchartered territory. For both of them.
“Think about it.” Nari lets his voice drop down into a soft, easy purr. Lowering his gaze until he can look at Haitham from beneath his lashes. Ears twitching back a bit while he licks his lips at the bigger man. “I won’t lie to you. I am good. Very good. But fucking me…it’s not going to be that much different than anything else the four of us have done.”
Alhaitham doesn’t say anything. He just continues to stare up at Tighnari, listening to the Valuka Shuna intently. Still straining to keep a careful mask of neutrality.
Nari leans down a little closer. Pressing their mouths together. Kissing Alhaitham deep before murmuring against his lips. “Nothing will compare to how it feels when I knot you-”
A wounded breath escapes Haitham.
His hips jerk a bit beneath Tighnari; leaving him grinding up against the smaller man in a small, aborted thrust. His hands curling in the bedsheets, fisting there. As if it’s another desperate attempt at keeping himself tethered. “Tighnari, I-”
He trails off. Insecurity staining his soft, hesitant tone. Nari would feel proud of the way that he’s rattled bigger man; shaking and off kilter even before they get out of their clothes…but he’s too busy trying to gage Alhaitham’s comfort levels. Gently rubbing his thumbs along the bigger man’s jaw. Patient and careful.
Tighnari waits to be sure that Haitham won’t continue before he finally speaks again. “You can say no. I won’t be mad.”
He gets a nod. The gesture urging him on.
“We can also stop at any time.” Leaning in again he presses their mouths together. Keeps the touch chaste and soft. “I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
Another nod.
Good.
Emboldened, Nari drags one hand down. Reaching around to sneak his palm to the small of Haitham’s back, pinched beneath the bigger man and the mattress. “And after, I’ll ride you. I’m good at it. I promise.”
He gets a groan from Alhaitham this time. A little shaky, but filled with blooming lust.
Gods he sounds good.
Tighnari slides his lips down, nibbling over Haitham’s jaw at the same time as he shoves his other hand down. Sliding his fingers along the swell of the bigger man’s clothed ass.
Alhaitham jerks at the touch, once again grinding up into Tighnari. His growing erection straining against those sinfully tight trousers.
“I-” The Grand Sage clears his throat. Tipping his head obediently when Nari nudges at him with his nose; giving the Valuka Shuna clear access to his neck. Tighnari instantly takes advantage of the opportunity to bite his way along Haitham’s pale skin. Relishing in the way the scribe’s breath stutters each time his fangs sink down. The scribe sounds like he’s struggling over his word, voice hiccuping. “I’m not washed. I’ll need- Archons”
He’s never heard Alhaitham sound so unsteady. It’s addicting. Tighnari can barely keep from grinning where he’s got his mouth pressed firmly to the bigger man’s throat. Somehow he manages to keep his tone calm and reassuring, smiling against Alhaitham’s skin when he speaks. “Kaveh can help you get cleaned up.”
“It’ll take a few minutes.” Alhaitham finally brings one of his big, broad hands back up from where he’s been gripping the bed sheets for dear life. Sliding it over the back of Nari’s neck. Just holding there, as if trying to find some kind of purchase while the Forest Watcher sucks bruises across his skin.
“I can wait. Cyno’s going to help me trim my claws.” Tighnari bites down one last time before he forces himself to draw away. Staring down at the scribe. Fighting to keep himself from grinning. “That way we can both enjoy it when I open you up.”
The distance seems to give Alhaitham a bit of his composure back. Some of that familiar confidence easing back into his tone. “You’re making a lot of big promises.”
“I am.” Tighnari reaches up to snatch at Alhaitham’s hand. Pulling it away from the back of his neck in order to bring it to his mouth instead. Kissing the bigger man’s knuckles. Tail twitching happily behind him. “Want to find out if I can keep them?”
Haitham stares up at him for a moment, brows raised, before he finally (and fully) gives in. “Alright.”
“Great.” Nari presses down another quick kiss (to the back of Alhaitham’s hand this time). Ears flicking forward. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
He lifts himself up from where he’s straddling the bigger man’s hips. Flicking his gaze over to where Kaveh and Cyno are sitting against the head of the bed. Both looking a mix between confused, impressed, and very, very turned on.
Tighnari smiles. Keeping the expression serene, calm. Nodding to Kaveh. “Care to help your boyfriend get cleaned up for me?”
“I- uh.” The architect blinks, looking stunned, before his whole face flames red and he scrambles upright out of Cyno’s arms. “Right. I’ll go- we can. Yes. Yes I’ll help.”
Alhaitham’s entire posture seems to relax at Kaveh’s flustered reaction. An easy smile curling up his face when his lover slips off the bed and stumbles over to him. Offering Haitham a hand (that he clearly doesn’t need) in order to help him off of the bed.
“You seem far too excited about this.” The Grand Sage comments when he rises to stand. Coming right up into Kaveh’s space. Wrapping one of those big arms around his senior’s shoulder and leaning down to press a kiss to the blonde’s brow.
“So what if I am.” Kaveh tips his head until he can catch Alhaitham’s lips instead. Pressing their mouths together, firm and easy. All flushed red, but still smiling. “Bathroom?”
“Mm.”
Tighnari watches while Alhaitham seems to relax completely. At ease and confident in Kaveh’s presence. The sight of them sends something warm fluttering in Nari’s gut.
He clears his throat, tone soft. “You two take your time. We’re not in a rush.”
Haitham seems genuinely pleased and relaxed when he looks up to meet Nari’s gaze. Nodding to him before he starts to tug Kaveh towards the door. “We won’t be long.”
They disappear out into the hallway, leaving Tighnari sitting on the bed with Cyno at his back, staring after them.
“Gods Nari.” The General slides up behind him. Wrapping around the Valuka Shuna’s waist. Immediately pressing his nose to the centre of Tighnari’s back. “You’re going to destroy that man.”
He chuckles a bit. Tail twitching to curl around Cyno’s waist as he leans back into the embrace. Nari brings one hand up to rest over where the General’s holding him, before raising the other in front of himself, examining the sharp edges of his nails with a twitching grin.
“Let’s find a nail file first.” He tips his head back a bit, straining to look up at his lover, smiling, all fangs. “Can’t take him apart with these claws, after all.”
Cyno looks just about as excited as Nari feels.
He presses his mouth to Tighnari’s throat. Kissing up to his cheek. Delight radiating in his tone. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Mm, not enough.”
The General gives him another few kisses, stopping only once he’s sealed their mouths together; heated and sharp. When he draws away he’s already focussed on his mission. Scrambling away from Tighnari, moving with purpose. “They must have a nail file somewhere.”
As Cyno leans away to start rifling through Kaveh and Haitham’s bedside drawers, Tighnari shifts back towards the headboard. Relaxing on the bed and staring out towards the hallway.
His ears twitch at the sound of rushing water further in the house. The noise driving heat into his gut. Curling tight against his spine. Desire and excitement creeping up into his gut while he reaches down, shoving the heel of his palm into his groin. Struggling to keep himself calm.
He can’t afford to get too worked up. Not yet.
He has a Grand Sage to take apart, after all.