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[ working for the pleasure houses on the luofu isn't a bad gig, to be perfectly honest. tighnari doesn't mind it. he wouldn't say it's his passion, but it pays the bills, and they allow him to care for the brothel's extensive gardens and greenhouses on his own, so he won't complain. it's not as if this will be his work for the rest of his life. but he's good at it, he enjoys it well enough, so tighnari is content.

he's also quite popular, much to his chagrin. foxians are very common on the loufu, but tighnari is unlike his fellows, a special breed, valuka shuna, more akin to foxes of the desert than foxes of the forests and plains. his ears are larger and taller, for releasing heat efficiently, and his fangs are longer as well. on his hands and feet he bears soft pink pads, and his ability to purr has made others interested in drawing the reaction from him. overall, he is not too different from other foxians, just different enough to be unusual.

at any rate, it's an exciting night at the pleasure district tonight. they say that someone esteemed is visiting, though no one is quite sure who - there are whispers that it's general jing yuan, but tighnari can't remember that man ever stopping in, so he's not convinced. nevertheless, when he's called to present himself for tonight's vip guest, he's ready.

standing in a line with his fellow courtesans of all shapes and sizes, tighnari waits, dressed in his finest clinging silks and gold jewelry, his tail and ears wrapped in chains that jingle softly when he moves. his green-brown eyes are lined in dark kohl, and he smells of flowers and warm fur, as well as something.. a little earthier as well. he's forgotten to clean the dirt out from beneath his fingernails tonight, a fact he has yet to notice. oops. at any rate, the curtains soon rustle as the vip is led inside of the foyer to make their choice.. tighnari tilts his head, his ears swiveling toward the sound of assured footsteps. who will it be, tonight? ]

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[The intention, upon being dragged here, was not to do anything. He was not particularly interested in his old age of being physical not to mention the risks of doing anything in a pleasure house, considering his position. With the other Generals boasting of their destination and even loudly proclaiming their pick for him... there was just a lot of risks.

Were it truly so dire he's sure the Master Diviner would have forewarned him of his imminent demise in the pleasure district. All the same it was best to be cautious. How quickly the walls forged from hundreds of years of hardship crumble at the prospect of company. Perhaps also due to everyone within the other rooms enjoying themselves. There's the scent of incense within the halls but it doesn't completely cover up the more obvious scent of sex.

Thus there is an aching longing for some sort of connection. Even if the thought of doing something too physical at this hour makes his joints ache. That first touch against his cheek feels like something shattered deep within him. Just an ache that is on the cusp of finally feeling some sort of balm. A salve to ease the hundreds of years of being alone... Even if it is but a temporary relief. Not more than a couple of hours... The real concern is having to go back to the way things are supposed to be outside of these walls.

Thankfully the raging thoughts come to a necessary halt at the feel of lips upon his own. It causes every muscle in his body to go rigid for a moment. Ah... he probably should have declined this sort of affection as well but... It's very gentle and warm. It coaxes him into it with ease. It gives way to parted lips that move against Tighnari's with what can only be described as youthful inexperience. Ill fitting for a man in the twilight of his years, the risk of mara like thorns around his throat but a truth all the same. The way his hands hover over the courtesan, not yet touching, with uncertainty rolling off of him like gentle waves.]

[ the tension that runs through the general's body when they kiss is not lost on him, but it takes only a few moments more for jing yuan to relax into it, and tighnari breathes a soft, gentle hum, equal parts encouraging and soothing. he doesn't want to push for too much. jing yuan is in clear need of the comfort of companionship, but something else binds him - respect? duty? self-control?

tighnari doesn't know, but he does know how to follow cues, how to read body language, and jing yuan isn't pulling away. that's more than enough, for now. their lips part, and tighnari exhales in a warm gust, before both of his hands take jing yuan's hovering ones. ]

You can touch me.

[ he says, while drawing the general's arms around his body, urging him to hold to him. ]

I want you to touch me.

[ because it's so very clear that this man is painfully lonely, and in ways that tighnari can relate to, ways that make him feel like he's in like company. jing yuan's presence is comforting in a way that surprises tighnari - most men in positions of power do not behave like this. their eyes meet, tighnari's expression earnest, both hands now slipping into jing yuan's hair. perhaps tighnari can only offer him this one night, but these hours until morning can be a mercy, if jing yuan will allow himself the freedom to bask in the healing balm of tighnari's companionship. ]

Just hold me.

[It all seems to take some gentle coaxing, as one would with a hesitant cat that's weary of the hand that offers pets but desires it all the same.

He's not exactly pliable as Tighnari positions his arms but he does move. Slow and hesitant but eventually he gets there. Rough hands wrapping around the courtesan's slender waist, tugging him a little closer, hinting at the want of bodies pressed together but not yet taking it that far.

The hands in his hair is like a short circuit to higher thinking. Now with both hands in the fluffy tresses a sound escapes the General. A soft keen followed by a fully body tremble. Jing Yuan offers the slightest tilt of his head, as if he can somehow subtly encourage more of that. It wasn't even a tug or a pull in all that hair... Just the sensation of fingers carding through through was enough for the old life long species. And the first truly positive reaction thus far.]

[ ah, there it is. there's the opening tighnari had been waiting for.

jing yuan seems too controlled yet to pull him in, so tighnari takes that initiative and closes the rest of the distance between them, not quite settling himself into the general's lap, but surely nearly there. their bodies press close, and jing yuan will find that tighnari is soft and yielding, warm, smelling of flowers and the musk of clean fur, of crisp rainwater on a broad leaf.

tighnari's hands continue to work, and he turns his head to press his cheek to jing yuan's, a low, soft purr beginning to roll in his chest and throat. ]

I'm here.

[ he says quietly, and continues to work his slim fingers through that thick mane of hair, petting, rubbing, gently scraping his short claws along jing yuan's scalp in a way he hopes is warm and soothing. if he can offer jing yuan only one night of respite.. that is still something. ]

[He tugs Tighnari the rest of the way onto his lap, slotting them close together. The hands in his hair cause a new wave of trembles, especially when the nails scratch against his scalp. That sensation causes his very breathing to hitch and stutter.

It's the purr that catches him off guard completely. He'd forgotten that Foxians could purr. He'd forgotten that Baiheng could and did often. So did the High Elder... Wrapped up in that heavy scaled tail and sleeping beneath a moonlit sky after too many cups of rice wine. He'd only do it when he thought everyone was asleep but he remembers waking up to it... The steady pleased rhythm as the false sky cycled into dawn.

Such an incredibly long time ago...

What's not familiar in these memories is the gentle jingle of all the accessories Tighnari wears. They distort the memories with their calming melody which is good. The promise was for forgetting. Not remembering... He grinds the courtesan into his lap. He's not hard, that may take a moment, but the intention is clear enough especially because he thinks words will likely fail him at present.]

[ tighnari's breath rushes in a little surprise when he's pulled into the general's lap, but soon his mouth curves into a pleased smile. slowly but surely he's beginning to figure out what it is that jing yuan wants, what he likes, what he needs - it's going well. as well as he could have hoped for, all things considered.

one hand looses from jing yuan's hair so he can instead loop that arm around his shoulders, but the other remains where it is, carding through fluffy locks, gently scraping his scalp. he seems to enjoy having his hair and head rubbed, so that's what tighnari does, his short claws tracing paths from his hairline down to the nape of his neck, then back again. it's so soft, so thick, and the general is so warm.. humming softly, still purring, tighnari dips his head to drag kisses over the crest of jing yuan's cheek, to the shell of his ear.

he wants to whisper something there, to tell him how good he feels, how nice and warm he is, but he doesn't want to break the magic of the moment, doesn't want to distract him too much, or take him out of the moment. so instead he inhales deeply, catching jing yuan's sharp ozone scent just as his hips are tugged down against the general's lap. a soft, pleased sound leaves him, a little curl of heat in his gut, and tighnari lets his body roll forward from hips to shoulders, rubbing himself against jing yuan's lap and torso.

slow. he needs to go slow. to take his time.. ]

[The General has been a way from the front lines for some time. Steel and bloodshed no longer cling the scent of his person. It's a hint of plum blossoms and ginkgo leaves along with various other flowers that grow within his garden. Spider lilies and lotus... It mixes well with all the flowers he can smell on the courtesan. From one gardener at heart to another.

There is a flutter of lashes as the soothing scents wash over him along with the, quite literal, heavy petting. The General deeply loves the fingers carding through his hair. The tingling sensation it leaves behind and he mourns the loss of both hands running through the thick mane of hair. There are other sensations to focus on, of course. The lips against his cheek, against his ear. The purring that thrums against his chest and the rolling of Tighnari's hips against his lap. It's the perfect amount of physical pleasures to get lost in. And it's slow and gentle which is also preferred. The heat that starts to build is pleasant but is building up very gradually. A sort of slow deep burn.

Jing Yuan's breath is hot against Tighnari's skin and his lips graze over what skin he's allowed to touch at this angle. The cheek. That slender neck all decorated. There's a particularly good roll of the hips that even gives cause for a groan to escape him, deep and breathy against the soft skin.]

[ this might be tighnari's job, but jing yuan is a good partner, he's finding. he's handsome, of course, but many of his clients are good looking - it's the gentleness of his hands that tighnari likes, the warmth of him, the cadence of his voice and the care in his touch, the sweet scent of flowers and foliage he carries. he's a lovely man.

that soft, low groan is pleasing to tighnari's ears, and he murmurs softly, his hand gripping a little more tightly in that soft hair, though not tight enough to pull or hurt, only enough to show his interest. heat is beginning to pool in his belly, tempting and syrupy, and tighnari's pulse quickens beneath the gust of jing yuan's breath, and the pass of his warm lips. ]

You feel good..

[ he says softly, genuinely, as their hips move together, tighnari's voice lowering, rough around the edges. he feels warm all over, and there's a pleasant buzz beneath his skin as he lowers his head, kissing a slow, delicate line down jing yuan's jaw and neck, the hand behind him sliding down his back, fingers splayed against his shoulder blades. ]

Touch my back.

[ he asks, his tail curling. the silks that he wears are open at the back, baring the column of his spine all the way down to the base of his soft tail. that's where he wants those strong hands. ]

[It's a shame he's in his usual attire. Not all of it... Capes and the usual decorations have been left behind. But there are belts and buckles and leather that stop him from feeling the hand against his back to its fullest. He's not even terribly sure how undressed he wants to become. He's set a line in the sand of how far he's interested in going but a mind full of hazy lust becomes fickle indeed... He'd like to think he can hold onto some of his conviction but he finds that his lonely soul aches for this.

It's hard to deny himself a simple pleasure when he's been without for nearly the entirety of his long life.

He'll have to see where the night takes him.

Jing Yuan lets out a hum, arms still draped loosely around those hips, at the request. Command? He's uncertain.]

My hands may be too rough for your soft skin.

[He says the words softly against the courtesan's skin, sincerity in his words. Hands that have known and bled from years upon years of sword practice and combat. He still doesn't wear proper gloves when wielding Starfall Reverie. They are calloused and rough to the touch, unpleasant and unfit for soft lovers no matter how temporary they are.]

Like a civilian trying to touch a priceless art piece... Sometimes one isn't meant to touch the truly beautiful.

[ of course he would say such a thing - tighnari is slowly learning what this man is like, and jing yuan's behavior is making sense, is coming together like pieces of a puzzle in tighnari's mind. he's painting the picture of who jing yuan is with the brush of his perception. ]

I'm no piece of art.

[ tighnari says, with the coil of a smile curling in his voice. he sits back a little to he can look into the general's face, into his eyes, both hands cupping his jaw. ]

Don't let these pretty ornaments and fine silks fool you. Before you were here, my hands were deep in dirt. I'm always in trouble for tracking mud into the halls. Sometimes I snort in my sleep.

[ his smile broadens, and tighnari drops his hands to take one of jing yuan's, lifting it upward to press kisses to his knuckles, one by one. his thumbs slide over the rough, callused palms, touching gently, but firmly. these hands tell a story of strength and stamina, of discipline. he wants to feel them against his skin. he wants jing yuan to remember what it is like to touch someone in gentle warmth, someone warm and willing. ]

Please?

[Jing Yuan cants his head at these words, bangs shifting in and out of his vision which each little movement. His lips curl into the notable catlike smile and he gives a shake of the head at those words.]

That still sounds like art to me.

[If there's more to be said will remain a mystery. He silences himself at the kiss to his knuckles. Instead he tilts his chin up, watching each graze of lips against his hand. His expression is impassive but eventually he has to lower his head head some, hair falling into his face but not enough to hide the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks. It's a gesture so pure that it's hard to not be moved by it.]

But I can hardly say no to such a plea... As you wish, Tighnari.

[ tighnari chuckles. what sort of art do you enjoy, jing yuan? but he appreciates the vote of confidence nonetheless, and appreciates his assent even more. tighnari wants to be touched just as much as he wants to do the touching.

tighnari takes another few minutes to nudge his nose and mouth along jing yuan's knuckles before he lifts his head again, and pulls the general's hand back behind him, guiding him to settle it against the bare skin found where the silk parts. humming softly, tighnari closes his eyes again, bunting their foreheads together as he slides his hands back into jing yuan's hair - a little reward for his good behavior, as it's more than clear to him that the general enjoys having his head tended to.

so he will move back to that, stroking both hands through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, behind his ears and along the nape of his neck. and all the while his body is moving, rocking slowly in jing yuan's lap, feeling the irresistible warmth of his body through his clothing, encouraging him to touch, to feel, to lose himself in the space between them. ]

That's better..

[ he murmurs, his mouth curving into a smile as it brushes jing yuan's cheek. ]

[A breathy sigh escapes him as Tignari continues. Fingers back in his hair, the gentle rock of hips against his lap. It's a slow simmer of pleasure that suits him perfectly well. Not overwhelming by any means and honestly... He could fall asleep to this. It's actually very tempting to do just that but he's trying quite hard to stay awake. (It wouldn't be the worst jest made about him, that the Arbiter General of the Luofu fell asleep in the middle of his session at a pleasure house, but it would still be deeply exasperating.) It's the sparks of pleasure that ignite all the way down his spine that encourage his continued consciousness. Such as sharp nails grazing behind his ears, that particular touch caused a full body shiver and whenever those lips press close, they feel like silent promises, leaving him wanting more.

A little distracted and very sleepy he does manage to touch in turn, as was requested of him. The rough pads of his fingers trail along the slender body, exploring as much as he can in his present position. His fingers slide along each dip of the spine and slipping past the silks on occasion but never pressing anywhere too untoward. It's when his fingers find the base of that soft fluffy tail... then he really starts petting. One simply can't help themselves when it comes to something soft and fluffy. He certainly can't anyway.

Jing Yuan turns his head so those lips meet his instead, much more pliable and relaxed that he'd seek out a kiss on his own. It's slow and languid and not at all depending, easily broken at any time.]

[ there we are. that's better. that's much better. jing yuan's touch, his kiss.. these are what tighnari wants to see. he would have been perfectly content with talking the entire night away if that's what the general needed, but something tells tighnari that this is better. that jing yuan needs this. that he needs to lose himself in pleasure a little bit, until his mind is blissfully empty, until he can't think of anything past tighnari, and these four walls. that, truly, is what tighnari provides - a reason to forget, to bask in the comfort of another person for however long he can give.

their lips meet again, and the feeling is soft and warm, welcome, much less tense than their previous kiss, and tighnari rewards him with a soft pleased sound, pressing their mouths together, his soft lips parting.

he wants to touch more, wants to feel the hard planes of muscle through jing yuan's clothing, wants to learn the texture of his skin until the man is arching with pleasure beneath him, but jing yuan seems to love having his hair touched so very much that tighnari can't bring himself to lower his hands. so instead of touching further, he continues, gently petting, gently scratching. jing yuan's rough hands against his smooth skin make tighnari shiver, the drag of fingertips down his spine eliciting a low, rough hum, until jing yuan's fingers find his tail.

that's nice. he's sensitive there, and he enjoys the sensation of being pet. goosebumps sweep down tighnari's forearms, his soft fur bristling beneath that gentle touch, his hips pushing down a little harder as heat gathers between his thighs. he clearly likes that. ]

[The General's tongue presses against those parted lips, slipping inside just a touch. Nothing too deep or heated, still that slow and languid pace. But he does groan into it a bit, breath hot against Tighnari's mouth.

He tilts his head up more into those hands, nerves itching for more yet content with what he has. His hips roll with the courtesan, the gentle grind allowing that heated simmer of pleasure turning into more of a boil, his cock hardening just a bit beneath his pants, making itself known. He places one hand on that slender hip, keeping him pressed firm against his groin while the other continues to pet that lovely soft tail. His fingers petting the underside and paying special attention to the base.

Lazy kisses cease as the General moves to kiss at the Foxian's throat, teeth grazing but never actually nipping or leaving a mark. He groans against the soft skin again letting his tongue lap at the pulse point for a few moments while he attempts to reign in some sort of control.]

[ the light touch of the general's tongue makes tighnari tense, warmth washing over his body - he feels like a young man again, exploring something new and exciting, for how slow jing yuan moves makes every little touch feel sacred, like something special. it's been a long while since tighnari felt so.. cherished.

even still, things are heating up. he can feel the firm heat of jing yuan's cock through his pants, and it's enough to excite him, to gather heat in his groin until he's beginning to grow slick. tighnari breathes a soft, pleased sort of sound, meeting jing yuan's tongue with a playful curl of his own before that warm mouth is leaving, kissing down the column of his throat. he's happy to give it over, lifting his chin and tilting his head to stretch his neck for the general, fine dark hair brushing against soft skin. for several moments he simply enjoys the feeling, the texture of jing yuan's kisses, the heat of his mouth, while tighnari's hands continue to massage, thumbs rubbing slow circles behind the general's ears. ]

May I touch you..?

[ he asks, slow and soft, one hand smoothing down jing yuan's throat, palming at his collarbone, eager to feel just a little more, to know his warmth. ]

[Those thumbs brushing behind his ears give him every reason to still and just savor that sensation. It feels so nice... Reminds him of how he'd pet Snow Lion. Rubbing behind those soft ears and he'd purr and purr. He feels like he could also purr with how good it is.

The General's eyes flutter, tongue running along that pulse again. Feeling the rumble of courtesan's voice, the hand running down his own neck. Funny how he very much did not want to do too much but now he burns with want. This has been something he'd known he was needing but denied himself for centuries.

There was still a part of himself that longs for what was. That wants to continue to wait. Still that young naive soldier that once believed the Quintet would be together forever. And how that same young naive soldier believes those that still live will return.

But they aren't. And he does know that. There's no sense in waiting for the dead. So Jing Yuan swallows down that wishful thinking and gives a slight nod.]

Please... Touch as you like.

[ please, jing yuan says, and tighnari's breath gusts, his pulse kicking up beneath the pass of that warm, gentle tongue. he hardly needs more motivation.

tighnari's left hand remains just where it is, buried deep in jing yuan's thick, soft hair, continuing to massage his scalp gently, but firmly. his right hand moves further, working open the general's collar with quick, deft fingers. figuring out the configuration of his top and breastplate is.. a little tricky, and at a few points tighnari needs to use both hands to pull things away, but soon enough he has jing yuan's tunic open at the top enough that he can get that hand inside.

he might be an impatient person sometimes, but right now tighnari takes his time, his palm and fingers all smoothing against jing yuan's chest, slipping into the impossible warmth of his shirt. touching him feels like an incredible privilege, so tighnari is careful to enjoy it, to take in every sensation, memorizing the heat of his skin, counting the frets of his ribs, tracing the hard lines of strong muscle..

it's enough to make his breath rush, his heart kicking against his throat. ]

[He breathing comes out a bit heavy as he lets Tighnari undress him. Some of the more obnoxious pieces aren't attached. The lion on the shoulder and capes left behind for the evening. But much of the leather protection has remained including the piece that loosely rests at his waist. To feel parts of it be peeled away by hands that aren't his own... He can't help but shiver beneath Tighnari's caring touch, even more so when those hands roam across his chest.

He doesn't train nearly as much as he used to and his job become one where he sits at a desk most days. The muscles are not as defined and sharp as they used to be. There's softness where there once wasn't when he was a younger more youthful man. But it still a strong build. His waist still sinfully narrow in comparison to the broad chest. There's a notable tremble as the courtesan's hands trail along the skin of his body, an instinctual twitch of a body that is deeply unfamiliar with touch of this nature.

There is still that steady roll of the hips as pleasure burns hotter through him. The desire to continue to grind his partner onto his lap, emphasizing his hardening length so the courtesan can feel how much this is affecting him. There aren't many who still live in these cosmos that can claim to have riled him up in any sort of way. He refrains, of course... Not wanting to disrupt the other's work.

Being so lost in the touch it does take him a moment to start touching again. His fingers finally stop toying with that soft tail and trails back up the spine and eventually settling on the back of Tighnari's neck, resting and gently brushing and running his thumb along the pulse point again, feeling the thrum of excitement that courses through the other's blood.]

[ tighnari is sure to enjoy every moment of this, to lounge in the pleasure of jing yuan's presence like a cat in a sunbeam, for he cannot know how long it will last. it's entirely possible that he'll pull away any moment, that he'll put an end to it if it pushes too far, and tighnari will respect that, if it happens, but it's all the more reason to drink it in while he can.

especially once he feels jing yuan's cock stiffening further, hot and full and pressing against his thigh. tighnari exhales in a soft, quiet, private little moan, shifting in the general's lap so he can align their bodies and grind down fully against him, his core rubbing against jing yuan's clothed cock. beneath his fine silks tighnari wears nothing at all, so the sensation is strong, enough to make him shudder from crown to tail, his inhale a sharp gasp.

patience. patience..

carefully, tighnari's hand smooths down and along jing yuan's abdomen, fingertips sliding over irresistible warm skin until he reaches the leather belts at jing yuan's hips. slowly, carefully he undoes them, allowing them to fall away until tighnari can pluck at the waistband of his trousers.. though he does not push in. instead he pulls back, looking into jing yuan's face. tighnari's cheeks are flushed warm, his pupils blown wide, his ears laid back in clear arousal, but he searches jing yuan's eyes carefully while his hand moves down, cupping his partner's cock through his clothing, squeezing. ]

Tell me if you need more. If you need less. If this is too much.

[He groans, a deep sound from the back of his throat, at the feel of Tighnari's core grinding down along the fullness of his length. And he is not as strong a man as he thought because he instantly has the courtesan by the hips, grinding his body onto him, to make sure they're as close as their garments will allow. His previous touching and petting forgotten in an instant.

Such barriers may become less of an issue as he feels the belts around his waist cease their cinching of his person. His cock strains almost painfully in his pants and perhaps more so at the hand squeezing around it. Another groan is pulled from him and his hips rock greedily into the touch but it's not enough. That simmering heat is now beginning to boil and his convictions, which he always believed to be quite strong, are crumbling to nothing in the wake of a little physical contact. His body has long gone without and the need left ignored for centuries. He may have to cross the boundaries he set for himself just moments ago... A dangerous proposition for if this is tasted he's not sure how easy it will be to go back to not having it at all.

But perhaps that's a problem for another day as he's in terribly deep at present. And rational thought began leaving the first time those delicate fingers ran through his hair.

He takes Tignari's by the wrist and drags his hand upwards and towards the fastenings on his trousers, full permission to do whatever he likes being given once again.]

More, if you please.

[ more, then. tighnari is happy to give it.

with how wet he already is, jing yuan's no penetration stipulation will surely be painful to abide by, when all tighnari wants to do is take him deep and full, but that's all right. having met the arbiter-general in the first place is quite a privilege, he thinks, and tighnari will take whatever he is willing to give. slowly but surely jing yuan seems to be opening up.

he doesn't make the man wait any longer. one by one he plucks open the clasps that fasten jing yuan's trousers, until at last they're loose enough that he's able to slip his hand inside, palming the heat of his cock, and tugging him gently free of the confines of his underclothes. just touching him is enough to make tighnari's body tighten up with sweet anticipation, a rush of blood pooling in his lap as his core contracts, hungry and wanting.

mmm, he hums, and presses their mouths together again, seeking a hot, deep kiss while his fingers work, pulling along jing yuan's cock in strong strokes from root to tip. ]

[The first touch is electric and the heady moan that escapes him implies what he feels well enough. The strokes that follow would have similar sounds escaping him but the hungry kiss against his lips silences him effectively. There is still a physical response, hips continuing to roll with desperate want despite his cock receiving as much attention as possible without going further. Even though they've only really just started that slow build has given cause for heavy drops of pre to already start forming at the tip.

All this pleasure is overwhelming to his senses and as they continue it does causes him to cease touching and exploring the courtesan's body for small stretches. It takes a moment but he always picks it back up, hands with a slight tremor in them returning to soft skin. And with things stepping onto another level of heated he attempts to return the favor in some way. With his hands still firmly on Tighnari's hips he begins to slide them beneath the silks. He could tell from the way they ground against one another that there was nothing beneath them. The heat far too prominent for there to be extra layers of fabric involved.

He first grips the round ass that's been grinding against him, fingers pressing into the flesh and pulling the soft cheeks apart, knowing that wet heat is only a short distance from his aching cock and probing fingers. What ends up getting touched first, simply due to proximity, is the tight rim of a different opening. The General's fingers press against it, even circle the tight entrance but make no breech, not without express permission or at least a very enthused physical response.]

[ the air between them is dewy and hot, their kisses deeper now, more needful and hungry, and tighnari is beginning to lose himself in jing yuan's flavor and scent, and in the hot feel of his cock sliding between his fingers and palm. naturally, tighnari knows what he's doing, knows just how to touch and tease and pull to make jing yuan forget his own name, and he is sure to do so now, dragging his fingertips along his underside, thumbing around the tip, through the thick beads of precum there, using it to slick the way when his hand begins to pump again.

and then jing yuan's hands are seeking as well, slipping beneath soft silks and grabbing at his ass, teasing his tight rim in a way that makes tighnari shiver. the kiss breaks for a moment, but only so he can inhale sharply, a low, soft moan rumbling against jing yuan's lips, his hand around the general's cock tightening, squeezing firmly. tighnari's hips jerk, eager and wanting, and he sinks his fangs gently against jing yuan's lower lip, giving it a light tug.

given the way he's being touched, tighnari would not have assumed that jing yuan hasn't been intimate for a long time. he's simply good with those callused hands of his, and wonderfully attentive in a way that makes tighnari feel as if he's the only person on the luofu, the only person in the universe. ]

Come to bed with me?

[ he whispers, a question between soft kisses. the couch is lovely, but tighnari's plush bed is only steps away, ready and waiting. ]

[The bed sounds good and better for the back in regards to all of this. But the thought of pausing is not appealing in the least. Half dressed as he is the awkward shuffle and the necessary need to remove everything before climbing into the bed while he's harder than he has been in a while...? A dreadful prospect.

So he gives a little shake of the head.]

Not yet... [While all physical signs say he could slide his fingers past the tight ring the need to get to the bed causes him to leave that intention behind and dip lower into that wet heat that's been calling to him for several lengthy moments now. The calloused pads of his fingers lack any hesitation as they slide through the slick folds a few exploratory times, intentionally coating them in Tighnari's essence, before a single finger penetrates the courtesan, curling inside him deep.] Let me get you to crest first.

[Not him, Tighnari, first. It's said softly and genuine despite the pleasure coursing through him. His lips brush over the courtesan's lips and cheek like a lover's caress.]

People forget I'm an old man... I'm sure my stamina isn't what it used to be. Let me make sure you're as taken care of as possible in our allotted time.

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