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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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[ 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.

[ jing yuan's fingers continue questing, this time sliding along warm, wet folds, gathering slick before dipping into his body and tighnari murmurs softly, exhaling in a quiet, pleased whine, his walls squeezing around the intruding finger as it slides deep. it's an easy movement, for how wet he already is, and tighnari shudders against his partner, pressing his hips downward, encouraging. ]

As you wish.

[ but he chuckles softly. an old man.. he certainly is, but tighnari isn't worried about his stamina, he's worried about his pleasure, but touching him seems to be what the general wants, so that's what tighnari will give him. he's not quite used to it - most of his clients are interested in their own pleasure before his - but he does have the occasional partner who enjoys pleasuring him. a rarity, yes, but not one that tighnari will complain about.

he won't stop touching jing yuan, however, and as that kiss coasts along his cheek tighnari's fingers squeeze, his breath rushing warm against jing yuan's ear. he continues pulling in slow, deep strokes from root to tip, his thumb rubbing circles around the flared head, slipping through warm pre. ]

You're good at this..

[The words make Jing Yuan chuckle, a soft deep sound that's almost like a rumble in his chest.]

Do you think so? [He whispers the words softly against the courtesan's smooth skin.] I just know how to touch... Or at least have an idea on how to do so. Everyone is a little different after all. But yours should be-- [His probing finger that's been sliding gently in and out of Tighnari curls and seeks out that slightly different feeling texture within. The rough pad of his finger presses against it once found before gently stroking the area.] --here, yes?

[Considering how wet his partner is he allows another finger to slide in, adding to the pressure against that particular spot. His fingers move slowly along the length of it before there is a return to form as he fucks the courtesan a bit more earnestly with his hand, bumping against that particular pleasure center with each thrust.

His other hand which had just been loosely holding his hip also slides beneath the silks and back into those wet folds, seeking out Tighnari's clit.]

Or is here better?

[ oh.. oh.

those deft hands are hard at work, jing yuan's fingers curling inside of him to press to that lovely sweet spot, and tighnari inhales sharply, tensing up, before a shiver passes from his crown to his toes. ]

Old man, honestly, you certainly have some nerve - ah!

[ jing yuan's first hand is joined by his second, wicked fingers sliding along the swollen bud of his clit, and tighnari keens, his hips giving a little jerk as he's so expertly stimulated, further filled with a second finger. his body pulses around jing yuan's knuckles, squeezing, and despite himself his hand around the general's cock stills, entirely distracted by the heat pooling in his own loins. those fingers fuck into him deeply, and it isn't long before tighnari is twisting in jing yuan's lap, his breath quick and his heart pounding. ]

There.. yes, there..

[The General offers a soft hum as Tighnari twists and jerks in his lap. It's quite the lovely sight and he watches, eyes half open but the gold within sharp and focused. He considers adding another finger but this is enough. He keeps the pace steady and deep, hitting exactly in the same place. He's not looking to tease, after all. He said he'd bring the courtesan over the edge and that's exactly what he intends to do.

The fingers on that swollen clit are another matter entirely. He started with putting direct contact on the bud which caused a most beautiful sound to escape the other but he doesn't keep the pressure there, his index finger moving around the clit for a bit before touching the spot again, switching up the intensity of the direct stimulation.]

Good boy. [The General purrs out the words as the man in his lap writhes in pleasure. A response for the comment before... well, before pleasure completely filled the other and cut off any possible witty retorts.] Take what you need.

[ it may have been a lifetime since jing yuan lasted touched someone in this way, but one might never know it, considering the way tighnari writhes in his lap, panting hard and rocking his hips as those wicked, dexterous fingers slide into and against him. if he wanted to, tighnari could last a long time, staving off his orgasm for quite awhile, but as he feels the pleasure building he finds that he does not need to, he thinks. besides, he can always come again, if it comes down to it, and he hardly wants jing yuan's fingers to get too tired. after all, his older gentleman stamina must be considered.

so tighnari rides the waves of pleasure as they arrive, he doesn't fight away the slowly rising tides, but instead flows with them, his ears pinning back against his hair as he pushes his hips down harder and harder, his clit teased and his hole fucked, until soft breaths become low, trembling moans that ripple against jing yuan's cheek and jawline. ]

I - I'm close..

[ he whispers harshly against the general's ear, his tail lashing back and forth in excitement, until at last the thin string snaps. tighnari comes, gasping, his hips jerking and his walls tightening, pulsing rhythmically around jing yuan's fingers as he doggedly chases down each hot swell of pleasure. ]

[His fingers continue to fuck Tighnari through his orgasm, humming softly at the sudden gasp as pleasure rips through the other. As the jerking slows and the twitching of those inner walls comes to an end so to do his fingers. They slow and then stop and remain within, at least for now.

The fingers on that sensitive clit, however, do remove themselves and he goes back to petting the other, Fingers running along his back and the dips of his spine, comforting and soothing any lingering tremors. The rolling of his hips ceased as the other came and though he's achingly hard he's also content with taking care of the other through their post climax.

His lips gently graze along the soft cheek and temple with grazing kisses and rumbling murmurs of praise.]

[ even after tighnari reaches his climax, jing yuan still continues to touch him, fingers still filling him up nicely as he pulses and squeezes around them, his hips still rocking, moving, riding out the last shreds of his pleasure. he feels dizzy and warm, his heartbeat quickening, his skin flushed pink, his tail trembling, curling, twitching.

and then he folds against jing yuan's body, draping against him with both arms over his shoulders, his face pressing into the general's throat and jaw, nuzzling, pressing lazy kisses there as he purrs low in his throat. ]

Mmm.. [ he hums, as his rapid breathing begins to slow. ] .. your turn, hmm?

[ he hasn't forgotten about jing yuan, about his need and pleasure, and soon enough tighnari's hand snakes between them again, palming his achingly hard cock. ]

Let me take care of you now..

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