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The hum of insects in the thick Avidya forest jungle was only drowned out by the near deafening sound of heavy raindrops pelting the thick foliage. Tighnari inhaled deeply, Sumeru in the monsoon season had to be one of his favourite smells in the world. The heightened levels of Chlorophyl in the air made it seem like each plant was letting out a joyous cry simultaneously. The path he and Cyno were tracking ran through the deep river valley known as the Chinvat Ravine, that cut from Yazadaha pool to the gorge that housed Alcazary palace. Thankfully, it was relatively sheltered from the rain thanks to the steep cliffs that rose up on either side of them. The riverbanks, however, were quickly devolving into treacherous mud slopes and the water levels had risen considerably as the river thundered by them with a rumble that was as baritone as the call of an angered Spinocrocodile. As a forest ranger, Tighnari was quite used to traversing the Sumeru jungles in heavy rainfall. The same could not be said for his companion. While the general Mahamatra Cyno was far from helpless, he was still born in the desert and raised in the academia. One look over his shoulder confirmed Tighnari’s assessment; Cyno looked like a sad wet dog trying to put on a brave face. The desert would freeze over before a man like Cyno would ever voice a complaint or ask for a break but Tighnari started to scout for a place they could take shelter.
A small half hour later a change came over the jungle that only heightened the urgency to find shelter; Where first the sounds of insects and animals had been a constant background noise suddenly the entire jungle had fallen silent. There was no sound safe for the rain, the river, and the wind. The sudden change in atmosphere was so stark that Tighnari felt his ears twitch as they instinctively rotated, trying to get a scope of the situation.
“A thunderstorm is about to break; We should seek shelter fast. Don’t worry I know a place.” He turned over his shoulder to reassure Cyno.
He was glad he’d started scouting a while ago and had managed to identify a path that led to a camp built in a small cave in the side of the ravine on a high outcropping. It would be high enough to be safe from a potential flash flood if the river water got too high, relatively dry, and close by. He knew these woods like the back of his paw, had the situation under control and a solution in sight. Rationally speaking, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. Still, he could feel the hairs at the base of his neck and tip of his tail stand on edge with a disconcerting sense of urgency to get out of the storm as soon as possible.
Having arrived at the campsite there was no time yet for leisure. When making a trek like this, the hours after you arrived at your location were among some of the most crucial. In the distance the low rumble of thunder started to swell. They’d made it just in time. Tighnari set his heavy pack down in the driest corner, farthest into the cave and set to inspecting the fire pit. Thankfully the last occupants of the encampment had left it in good shape so he wouldn’t need to spent time building a new one. However, getting a fire going during the wet season was no mean feat.
“We need to find logs, but really thick ones so the moisture has not seeped completely through them. I want to try to avoid cutting down any trees so help me look for any fallen, dead wood.”
Exploring in the vicinity of the encampment without the weight of their heavy packs was far less effort than the trekking they had been doing previously but Tighnari found himself barely having the patience for it. He wanted to return to the dry overhang of the cave as soon as possible. What had gotten into him? Perhaps he’d overexerted himself and he was feeling cranky because of it.
After a while they thankfully came across a tree that had fallen recently enough not to be rotted through. Tighnari produced a small handsaw and set to work diligently.
“Wait, Tighnari, allow me.”
The way in which Cyno swooped in and took the instrument from his hands felt natural. Was it any other Tighnari would have protested but with Cyno he found that he only realised that he was standing empty handed after a few seconds of watching the other work. His eyes were drawn to the swelling of muscles in Cyno’s arms as the young man made swift work of the woodcutting. Tighnari smiled softly to himself. There was a lot of raw strength hidden in Cyno’s lithe frame. Usually, it would be wielded against those who sought to use the Academia’s wisdom in destructive and sinful ways. While Tighnari respected Cyno’s position, it was nice to see that strength be put to less violent ends. Not one to sit idly he quickly retrieved a hand axe from their packs and helped to reduce the fallen tree to logs big enough to transport.
Once back at the camp Tighnari was glad to be out of the rain for now. He shook himself off, sending the rain in small droplets rolling off his tail. Next to him Cyno did a cartoonish imitation of a similar movement. When seeing Tighnari’s raised eyebrow he looked at him slightly sheepishly.
“I wish I could do that as well. I’m still soaked to the bone.”
“It’s nice to be able to shake it out like that, but it wouldn’t be half as effective it wasn’t for the oil I use to treat my fur.”
There was a pause between them, a slightly too long pause…
“Well don’t worry about it, Nari. It’s no water off my back.”
The delivery of the ‘joke’ was deadpan but Cyno was still somehow looking at him expectantly.
“You see because that expression is based on waterfowl’s oily feathers which allows water to roll off of them and the cleverness in it is because we just established that because I lack an oil coating I am-”
“Aaaah! Hahaha. Ha. I get it. Very… Very clever Cyno.”
Tighnari laughed forcefully at the joke, truly the only method of cutting the explanations short. As they took their places on the logs serving as benches Cyno looked extremely pleased with himself… while Tighnari couldn’t help but roll his eyes with a small groan.
They worked in silence for a bit, using knives and the hand axe to strip the wet outer layers of bark and soggy wood of the collected wood exposing the dry core. In the small moments between work when he let his hands rest Tighnari found his ears turning in the direction of the thunderstorm. He would wait for a lightning flash and then count the seconds until the thunder, then later repeated it. The storm was drawing closer. This should be a neutral fact of nature, they were in a safe shelter, the storm was of no threat to them… but somehow his heartrate was picking up.
After an hour of work, they managed to get a fire going. The semi-dry wood and lots of kindling finally did the trick. Tighnari was amazed how his kindling had remained cork dry. Cyno had divulged to him once how he’d combined very finely sewn layered leather and liyuen silk to create a box for his playing cards that was completely watertight and protected them from bumps and scrapes. While not as invested in trading cards as his companion Tighnari had been attentive to the secrets on how to forge a completely watertight box. The transferable quality of knowledge now resulted in them having dry kindling, getting a nice fire going and finally being able to dry their soaked bodies and supplies.
They were halfway through a simple meal of soup and bread which they were scarfing down like hungry jackals. Even the simplest broth becomes a celestial banquet after a long day of trekking and labour- when suddenly a flash and immediately following a deafening clap of thunder1 They both jumped, that had been close! Extremely close. While Cyno shrugged it off Tighnari found himself frozen in place, his eyes were blown wide and his heart was thumping in his throat so loud it drowned out even the noise of the rain. Another deafening bang. He dropped his spoon and covered his ears with a small sound.
Tighnari covering his sensitive ears in this manner was not an unusual sight to Cyno, so for a little while he continued eating, but the more he looked at the forest ranger, the more something seemed off.
“Tighnari, is everything all right?”
“Hmm?”
Tighnari uncovered one of his ears so he could hear what the other was saying.
“I asked if you were all right.”
“Hmm, oh yes. It’s just really loud.”
Tighnari answered with a half-truth. Fidgeting slightly like he was looking for words to express something else but he was startled by yet another deafening roll of thunder and ducked in on himself again and resumed covering his ears. His entire posture was off: he was tense, hunched over and sat absolutely frozen still. Cyno had seen something strikingly similar when he travelled through the desert and saw a desert fox being cornered by a venomous scorpion. His lover looked like a little animal that was fearing for his life. A worried frown immediately settled on his face.
He scooted over reached out to Tighnari but didn’t touch him, instead his hand remained hovering over the other’s back awkwardly for a few moments. He was at a bit of a loss what to do. He didn’t want to make the situation worse or startle him. After deliberating he steeled his resolve and very slowly placed the hand on Tighnari’s back, between his shoulder blades.
“No. Something is wrong Tighnari.”
Cyno’s scowl might not look the friendliest or most comforting but one look told Tighnari that his friend was worried about him. He knew Cyno so well after all those years, and thus allowed himself to lean in a little closer. The comfort allowed him to examine what he was feeling instead of being stuck in the initial, instinctual response.
“It- it stormed like this as well on that day.” He looked at Cyno and saw the quiet encouragement to keep going.
“When I had Hypathia as my charge at Pardis Dhyai and the Doctor was hounding me to hand her over. It was a clear day and while the traveller checked up on her I was standing off against the fatui with Dehya. Then suddenly the weather turned on us. Bolts of lightning were tearing through the fatui like they were made of paper.”
“Then you got struck.” Cyno recalled the events clearly.
“I thought I was fine with it. It made sense in the moment, we succeeded, I made a full recovery. I barely took time to pause with it at the time but right now, it’s like my body remembers.”
Cyno looked out at the storm then back at Tighnari and softly rubbed his back.
“Rationally I know there’s no comparing these two events. Right now I’m in a safe shelter while back then I was standing out in the open. Also, that storm was incredibly violent. But my body doesn’t know it, it recalls the pain and it wants to hide and keep itself safe. I’m a little embarrassed by it all.”
Cyno huffed.
“It’s not embarrassing, if you want to hide, lets hide together.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and stood, helping Tighnari to his feet as he led him deeper into the little cave to where they had put out their bed rolls. He sat down there and pulled Tighnari down with him into a tight huddle. Neither of them spoke or a while.
“I’m still a little embarrassed that we’re sitting here like this because I let the storm get to my head.”
“Shh. I don’t mind. I… I like holding you.”
Cyno admitted and pressed Tighnari a little closer against himself. He was hiding his own reddened cheeks and he could see a surprised little blush dust Tighnari’s cheeks as well. Outside the thunder roared again. It wasn’t so loud that Tighnari had to cover his ears while in here but he did jump and hurriedly turn his gaze to the door.
“Heh, ah maybe you could distract me a little Cyno.”
When he said it, Tighnari hadn’t intended any inuendo. In fact, he had fully expected Cyno to talk about his new genius invocation card acquisitions or a tough case he recently solved and was surprised when instead he just caught Cyno closing his eyes and leaning in. The kiss was light and chaste but it lingered. They didn’t kiss often. A customary little kiss on the cheek perhaps, but they didn’t kiss like this often.
“Oh, you look surprised.” Cyno stated with a hint of shame. He’d taken Tighnari’s request for a distraction the other way but truly hadn’t meant to take advantage of the situation. “I’m sorry I thought you meant- hmpf”
Tighnari kissed him back. Their kiss was longer this time and the press of their lips more insistent. Tighnari found that it indeed distracted him from the thunderstorm. Also, he got to smell Cyno’s sun kissed skin up close and feel his soft hair brush against his arms. For comfort and easier access he climbed into Cyno’s lap and resumed. After a while Tighnari realised that Cyno had placed his hands on his hips and was stroking him softly. They were traveling up slowly and finally slipped his sari of Tighnari’s shoulder. That surprised Tighnari once again, unsure of what the other was doing he leaned back to ask. When he broke the kiss, the older boy was quite a sight: his cheeks were flushed and he was panting slightly. Tighnari could smell something in the air, not quite sure what it was but he had a clear hypothesis.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away.” Cyno mumbled.
“What were you up to there?” Tighnari teased him a little but his tone wasn’t reproachful. It was a genuine question.
“I just- I wanted to touch you. I wanted to see.”
Cyno wasn’t making eye contact and Tighnari thought it looked really endearing. The blood rushing to the dark skin of his ears made them a deep maroon that contrasted sharply with his stark white hair. He wasn’t opposed to any of this. He was just very surprised. There was a reason he’d been putting off this subject between the two of them. Not that he thought about it often but when he did there was something stopping him from reaching out.
“So… you don’t mind then?”
“Mind what?” Cyno looked a little puzzled. Oh. So, it hadn’t even occurred to him.
“Well, I’m not exactly human. My situation under there might be a little different. I wouldn’t want to be off-putting to you.”
He used a ‘might’ in that sentence but he knew for a fact that he looked different. That’s something that he’d learned as a young kid when swimming and playing with friends a long time ago. He’d not exactly been teased for it, but the relentless near scientific interest his classmates had shown had been enough to make him feel like a specimen instead of a person.
“If the little paw pads on the underside of your hands are anything to go by, I like it a lot.”
Cyno smiled at him in a way that made his reservations melt away. They hadn’t explored any of this before, and Tighnari hadn’t really explored it at all. With anyone. However, if there ever was a place to do it, a time to do it, and a person to do it with, this was it. He nodded in consent and placed Cyno’s hands back on his waist. He leant forward again for another kiss, and this time parted his lips to run his tongue over Cyno’s.
The kiss deepened quickly and he could feel Cyno’s hands slip under his shirt. They roamed up and down his sides. Tighnari could feel how Cyno’s fingers were marvelling at the fine cover of fur where one might not expect fur. He couldn’t deny that it felt really welcome to be touched like this. This wasn’t that clinical scientific curiosity he’d been on the receiving end of in the past but rather a humble wonder. Like Cyno was an ancient sage, and his body was the star-filled night sky. Every other touch Cyno’s thumb would brush over a nipple. It wasn’t that Cyno’s hands were very high up in his shirt; No, Tighnari had two rows of three nipples down his torso. The ones that were lower on his stomach were really close to where Cyno was touching him. Tighnari wondered if Cyno knew what he was brushing up against or if he just felt a little nub. To have them brushed against did feel good. He couldn’t help but shudder slightly. He leaned into the touch with a pleased hum.
Cyno, in fact, did not know what he was touching. As evidenced by him running his finger over it again but more deliberately now, with a quizzical look on his face. He looked down finally and where Tighnari’s shirt had ridden up slightly from the touching he could see the nipples a dark brown against the lighter skin of the young man’s stomach. Cyno was clever enough to figure out what it was at that point.
“Oh!”
He clasped his hand in front of his mouth and turned deep red, the blush now spreading beyond just his ears. He was clearly hit with the sudden realisation that he’d been unintentionally playing with one of Tighnari’s nipples.
For a second Tighnari feared that the reaction had been negative. But that assumption was quickly proven false when he felt a very tell-tale twitch underneath him. The insistent press of it that followed told him that Cyno had gotten more than just a little hard. Tighnari had mentally prepared for the fact that that might happen so he wasn’t as taken by surprise this time. Still... They both were a bit uncertain how to proceed. Tighnari felt his senses get slightly cloudy with Valuka Shuna instincts. They were nibbling on the edges of his conscious thoughts. They might be a bit of a problem later on...
He broke through the impasse and lifted his shirt further. He wrangled it off and was honestly glad to be out of the slightly damp fabric. Beneath him he felt Cyno draw an unsteady breath. Then suddenly their lips were on each other again. Cyno was kissing him with a hunger he’d not experienced before while those strong arms were drawing him in. Their naked torsos touched. Cyno’s desert dweller’s robes did not cover much, so they were finally pressing skin against skin.
Tighnari felt a shudder run down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. It was flagging up and shook lightly. He was really getting in the mood. Which was also evidenced by a pooling of heat and pressure between his legs. The problem he’d been anticipating had now most certainly arrived... Because that wasn’t his cock getting hard, it was mating instincts kicking in. Amidst the kisses and touches he weighed his options. Here’s how this worked for his species: The female fox holds her tail horizontal and calls for the male fox. Whereas the male fox taps his paws and sprays on every surface he can find so she can sniff out that he’s available, healthy and a good match. For Tighnari, this link between being in the mood and feeling the overwhelming urge to piss (and preferably on things) was a constant source of inconvenience when he was growing up in a human dominated society. Puberty and sleeping in student accommodation had been a nightmare to navigate. If he really needed to get off he’d been delegated to the showers or if he did it in bed he sometimes managed to hold it. There had been moments though where he hadn’t made it and half way through had to stumble out of bed to hurriedly piss against his wardrobe next to the bed. Meaning, that instead of falling asleep right after, he was on his knees with the mop and bucket to clean up after himself. Thankfully, he’d never been caught.
This situation with Cyno was equally fraught because of that. For a moment he indulged in the fantasy: he’d stand up, present his tail up in the air and catch Cyno’s gaze. Lightly lifting his paws, tapping them as he walked, he’d angle to the cave wall and press his cock back between his legs and then let go a full spray against the wall. He’d not hold back anything and Cyno would think he smelled like the most attractive fox he’d ever encountered...
Back in reality Tighnari had to break the kiss and bite his lip to hold down a spurt. The fantasy had turned him on beyond measure but nearly made him piss along with it. He decided that the only course of action was to hold it. It was a gamble, but the alternative was having to explain everything, get off Cyno’s comfortable lap and go outside to pop a squat... Where the thunderstorm was still roaring. So, while a small voice of reason nagged Tighnari that the latter was the safer option his fear of the storm mixed with the instinct to stay in Cyno’s lap drowned it out.
Below him, Cyno was completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. Instead the young man had slipped his hood off and unclipped His wesekh collar with a shy smile. The hard-on that he was rhythmically grinding against Tighnari? Less shy. It seems like Cyno had a very clear idea of what he wanted right now but his brain had failed to translate the ideas his body had into any coherent sentence.
“Tighnari...” He mumbled into the nape of his lover’s neck. His hands travelled up and down the fox-boy’s torso and rolled every nipple he found between his fingers until they hardened into little buds. Tighnari couldn’t suppress a moan and ground himself down against Cyno. This was happening, they were finally going to have sex. Tighnari wasn’t hard yet but he blamed how much thought he was expending on not pissing himself in Cyno’s lap.
Then multiple things happened at once: Cyno got brave and slipped two hands down the back of Tighnari’s pants and took a good hold of the young man’s ass. While simultaneously Tighnari felt a hot spurt of wetness escape him. It was too much to be called a ‘leak’ but he managed to stop immediately and it hadn’t fully soaked through the fabric of his pants yet. Still he could do nothing but yelp and withdraw from the kiss all the while forcing his hands between his legs squeezing for dear life.
Cyno thought for a split second that he’d hurt Tighnari and withdrew a hand. Then, felt some dampness between them and thought for a split second that Tighnari had finished a bit early (which he felt appropriately smug about). But finally, when looking closer, the universal posture of someone trying desperately to hold their pee was quite obvious. His cheeks were heating up somehow at the idea that Tighnari just... Peed on his lap a bit?
“Tighnari... What’s going on?”
Tighnari could only manage a strained groan. He was so embarrassed that he didn’t know what to do with himself...
“I uh... It’s... It’s my Valuka Shuna blood, instincts tell me to uhm....” he grew quiet and couldn’t believe this was happening.
Their movements had now completely stilled and Cyno was still trying to wrap his head around all of this.
“The same way the foxes in the wild show that they’re ready for it – it makes me want to spray something for you. But I’m holding it. We can do it I can ho-”
Tighnari got cut off by his own body. Their was a Slight hissing sound as more escaped him. He was absolutely mortified because now it should certainly be leaking through onto Cyno.
Cyno on the other hand still looked like he was just processing this information. But he realized that he either had to get Tighnari off his lap, or accept the consequences... One look at the mortified looking Tighnari made him decide that he’d in no way could kick him out into the rain to pee.
“Tighnari... It’s our first time together. Just... Do what feels good for you.”
He’d decided.
Tighnari’s response convinced Cyno that he’d made the right decision, because the boy gave him a look he’d never forget. Tighnari looked completely surprised, but also excited and a little cheeky. Like someone who never breaks the rules sneaking out at night for the first time. Then Tighnari leaned back in, so close that their noses almost touched. He began to slowly roll his hips up against Cyno and Cyno decided that the mischievous glint in Tighnari’s eye was allowed to stay.
They’re back to kissing and Tighnari is making muffled sounds into Cyno’s mouth. They’re among the most animalistic sounds Cyno has ever heard out of him but they’re being muted by their lips. Tighnari’s hands run through his hair and grab a fistful, Tighnari’s movements in the kiss slow down, and then Cyno feels it. It spreads slow and steady between them, but hot and wet; Tighnari is pissing into his lap.
Tighnari is finally no longer fighting it. He’s giving into his instincts and let’s mating cries tumble from his lips into the kiss. He almost never got to indulge himself like this before and by now he can feel his cock twitch a bit, he’s half hard by the time that it happens. With the next wave that hits him he stops fighting it and let’s go instead. It’s a strange sensation but it feels so right. He doesn’t stick to a short spray this time. No, he grabs whatever piece of Cyno he can grab and just keeps going. For a while there’s only the sound of the hissing pee and their laboured breathing. The only reason Tighnari finally stops is because he has completely emptied himself out.
There’s a brief moment of eye contact, but they don’t slow down and reassess the situation when he finishes. Instead they rush their touches and hurriedly pull at each other’s clothes. The need to get naked fuelled equally by the desire to get out of wet clothes, as well as the desire to touch each other’s bodies. There wasn’t much to remove anymore, only boots and trousers, so they made quick work of it. Once the wet pants are unceremoniously kicked to the side they let themselves tumble onto a dry bed roll together.
They’re on top of the blanket rather than under it, but while the air is cooler than usual the storm is still tropical and neither of the boys is feeling cold right now. Instead, Tighnari is stretched out completely and Cyno has a hand between his legs, getting him from half mast, as he’d been while he pissed, to fully hard. Tighnari’s cock is still partially sheathed with the exception of a dark pink tip peeking out between the green hairs. Cyno jerks him off and inch by inch more is revealed until it’s all out, up to a rapidly swelling knot at the base of his cock covered with small barbs. The fur between Tighnari’s thighs is still damp, a reminder to what he just did, but Cyno is not deterred by it.
“Hmm, Cyno... That feels good.”
Tighnari has his eyes covered by an arm slung over his face in embarrassment. He is slightly overwhelmed with all the sensations and can’t let Cyno see his face right now... But he does occasionally glance down to peek at how Cyno is handling his own cock by squeezing and unsqueezing his legs; trying to get some friction as he rolls his cock between them.
“Tighnari... I want to...” Cyno wants to ask permission but he is searching for words that just do not come to him right now. How can he even begin?
But Tighnari knows. He moves the arm he was hiding behind and with that same mischievous determination as before he guides Cyno’s hand further back.
“... In my backpack. There’s... My tail oil is safe to use.”
Cyno blinked in bewilderment.
“Wait- are you sure?”
Tighnari’s ears flatten as he lets out an exasperated little noise.
“This is not the moment to question my knowledge on what plants I put in what!”
He sounds a little snappy when he says it. But that’s quickly softened because the young man looks away with a slight blush and mumbles:
“Besides, I’ve used it for that purpose before...”
Cyno has to do a double take as suddenly a plethora of images of Tighnari with a hand beneath his tail fingering himself with the tail oil pop into his brain. He feels his heart flutter, his chest tighten, his cock throb and his head spin.
Cyno finds the oil in record time but once his coated fingers are in position he freezes. Somehow pushing them in would make all of this so real. Not that he doesn’t want it to be real – but he’s suddenly struck by the realisation and now he feels the pressure. Unlike the moment where he froze before placing his hand on Tighnari’s back he’s unable to break through the inertia by himself this time. As it turns out there was no need for him to break through himself this time because Tighnari’s hand fastened around his wrist and insistently guided his hand between his legs. The satisfied little moan Tighnari let out when his fingers breached instilled in Cyno a certain type of curiosity. He’d almost wanted to approach this in an experimental fashion: to find out exactly how to draw these and many more sounds out of Tighnari.
Cyno slowly leaned over Tighnari while diligently working him open with his fingers; He craved the closeness and the touch when their skin would brush. He was completely lost in staring at Tighnari’s face, enraptured by every minute change in the other boy’s features when a suddenly- a jolt of pleasure runs through Cyno’s body and when he looks down he sees a clawed lithe hand jerking him off with practiced rolling motions.
“Ah... Tighnari- I don’t want to finish too early.”
Cyno admits with a mumble
“Don’t overthink that Cyno, if you cum you cum. I don’t want you to only put yourself in service of me.”
Cyno kisses him for that, and then moves to kiss his neck. He inhales deeply in the crook of the young man’s neck. He smells earthy and like a little animal, that scent when you press your face in the fur of a beloved pet, but at the same time he smells human, and so incredibly intoxicating.
“Hmm, Cyno, bite me there.”
Cyno finds that Tighnari is no longer in any way as timid as when they started and can be very assertive about what he likes.
Cyno obliges and sucks a hickey into the pliant muscle where neck and shoulder meet. Tighnari shudders beneath him. His fingers keep working Tighnari open and he presses upwards in a motion he hopes presses the right spot. The small sounds and jerking motions of Tighnari’s leg would indicate that he’s doing it right. Finally he clamps down his teeth and presses his fingers in as deep as his knuckles allow. He immediately feels muscle clamping down on them and with a delighted moan Tighnari cums against Cyno’s bare stomach.
Cyno swears he feels his heart stop for a second. That was... Amazing. He slows his movements and helps Tighnari ride out the high. The young man let’s out a contented sigh and looks at him like he’s absolutely in love.
But Cyno’s cock is still painfully hard and seeing this display isn’t helping his situation at all.
Thankfully Tighnari spreads his legs in a lovesick invite and in wordless agreement Cyno climbs between them. Tighnari is worked open by his fingers and relaxed from the orgasm so Cyno barely needs to look down after positioning himself. He slides in effortlessly while keeping full eye contact with his little lover. Slow and steady does it as Tighnari makes small gasping sounds until he is fully inside.
“I won’t last long. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wound up in my life.” Cyno admits with a mumble.
“It’s ok, I’m spent. I just want to feel you mount me.”
Cyno blinks at the unusual choice of words but he is so turned on that he doesn’t need any more encouragement. He feels almost like a teenager again, he’s nervous and excited and every little touch was so intense. He hadn’t underestimated his need: within minutes he’s groaning and his movements are erratic as his orgasm builds.
“That’s it...” Tighnari encourages him between gasps he lets out on particularly hard thrusts. Cyno feels The wild magic of Hermanubis course through his veins and it feels like a burst of electricity scours through his veins as he throws his head back and cums. His pose reminding of a jackal howling to the moon, but his orgasm is silent.
As the boys are panting and recuperating in each other’s arms it’s like the sounds of the outside world are slowly returning. Both of them finally regaining their awareness of it. The storm has dissolved into a heavy monsoon. The sheets of rain are still coming down hard but the lightning has ceased. The pressure and violence have left the air and all that’s left is the heavy scent of petrichor. In their cave everything smells damp and earthy from the rain, yet heady from their love making and a little sharp from what Tighnari had done to their clothes.
The wall of rain perfectly enclosed them, cutting them of from the world. It creates a world where nothing exists but the other’s arms. After Cyno pulls a set of blankets over them the chill in the air that the rain brings is no longer a problem and all that the rain is is a meditative background noise to lull them to sleep. They do not need to speak a word about what happened between them here tonight. Between touches and deep looks into the other’s eyes, they understand. They just understand.