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i'm swimming in a mirror;

[ tighnari plans most things in his life vary carefully, and his heat is no exception.

past years he has dealt with it alone, but past years he has also lived quite far from civilization, so the all-consuming desire to seek out a mate was easily quelled by the fact that there was simply no one suitable within a reasonable distance. it was maddeningly frustrating, but it worked. since moving to the city, however.. things have been more difficult. the first two years he'd managed to control himself, but as he ages his heats grow in strength and intensity, and the year previous he'd very nearly done something he knows he would have regretted - it started via a text, progressed to phone sex, and ended with tighnari at the foot of a stranger's door, so eager and hungry that he'd been prepared to throw himself at some nameless, faceless body he'd found on the internet in order to slake his impossible thirst. thankfully, once they'd answered the door, he'd gotten ahold of himself and declined, but it was a very narrow thing. casual sex simply isn't something that tighnari does. not with strangers.

which is exactly why he has a different plan, this year. he'd considered taking a vacation to somewhere distant again, to tough it out alone, but unfortunately that's simply not financially feasible at this juncture, so he'd had to give up on that idea. the next best thing, he'd thought, would be to simply.. find someone he trusts enough to spend his heat with, someone he knows well enough to admit his needs to, but not so well that it'd potentially ruin a long-standing relationship. collei was out of the question, she's always felt more like a sister to him. he'd considered cyno for awhile, but they've been so close for so long that tighnari couldn't bring himself to risk their relationship for something so fleeting. everyone else that he knows is a colleague, and that's entirely out of the question, he'd never be able to show his face in the akademiya again.

but aki.. aki fit the bill perfectly. he's certainly good looking. they don't work together, they're not as intimately close as he is with cyno, but close enough that tighnari trusts him, that he thinks that aki won't find it particularly weird or off-putting. this is a biological imperative, after all, it's not something that tighnari can control. even still, he'd been incredibly nervous to extend the offer.. having prepared for the worst, but finding himself instead surprised by the acceptance.

after that, all that was left was to take paid leave from work, and preparation. he'd spent two days cleaning his apartment and tending to his plants, as well as stocking up on plenty of snacks and sports drinks, fruits and granola bars and things that are easy to grab, that also provide good energy. he's premade his meals for the week and stocked them in the freezer, finished all of his laundry, and rearranged the living space, pushing the furniture toward the walls to build a comfortable nest of cushions and blankets in the middle of the room. finally, the night before he'd taken a long, luxurious bath to calm his nerves, and gone to sleep.

when he wakes, it's late into the night, moonlight streaming through the gauzy curtains pulled before the common room windows, and across the glass doors. he's hot all over, deeply uncomfortable, and so slick between the thighs that he's dampened his boxer briefs and sleeping shorts both. tighnari groans, rubbing both hands over his face. it's too early. aki isn't here yet, he's probably still asleep, but tighnari's body is positively aching all over, deep frustration setting into his bones. his scent is thick and cloying, sweet like honey and crisp like morning dew, and it permeates the space, making him dizzy. he thrusts a hand down the front of his shorts, rubbing his clit and fucking himself hard on his fingers, but it isn't enough, gods, it isn't enough. two unfulfilling orgasms later he's rolling onto his side and grabbing for his phone, typing out a hasty text, deleting it, typing it again. ]

Are you awake? Started early. Please.

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[ To say the least, he's nervous.

He's never done anything like this before - but of course, it's a pretty rare and unusual circumstance they've found themselves in. Valuka Shuna aren't very common, and even if there are other races with similar needs around, he's never been a part of it before. Hell, he barely has a life outside of work for anyone to consider him for something like this. It came as nothing short of a surprise when Tighnari reached out to him, and he still had to be asked twice before he fully understood what Tighnari needed from him. That, he still feels bad about. It's not as though it's an easy thing to ask for help with, touched as he might by to have Tighnari's favor and trust with this.

He's had some experience in the bedroom, though not much, considering how married he is to his job. Even now, with upcoming time off, it's hard not to worry about what might happen to his colleagues while he's not around, what might happen to Denji, but if he's honest with himself...he needs something like this, too. Not in the same way that Tighnari does, of course, but he's been pushing himself harder than usual these last few weeks, pulling long hours, running himself ragged, pressed to the breaking point. Perhaps...this can help him unwind. No - it definitely will. Even he needs to relax every now and again, and once they get, uh, into the rhythm of things, he's sure it will all work out fine.

Or so he hopes, anyway. The nerves still keep buzzing in the back of his mind, even the night before, when he should be asleep, resting and conserving stamina, but instead his mind is whirring. He and Tighnari haven't known each other long, but his attachment goes beyond merely being touched that Tighnari would ask him to do this. That he trusts him enough for it. He's been something of a calming presence, a balancing influence in his often-chaotic life, always willing to listen, even when Aki doesn't realize he needs to talk. He'd hate to lose that, if things don't go well.

He probably shouldn't be this anxious about having loads of unattached sex, but it is what it is.

In any case, he's wide awake when his phone lights up and catches his attention. Started early.

Oh. He's being called in early.

Swallowing against the bundle of nerves in his throat, he responds with a quick "on my way" before grabbing what he needs and slipping out the door. It isn't much, considering he only needs to walk down the hall. Just a simple duffle bag, packed with things he would usually take to the gym, though he's not sure he'll need any of it. Better to be overprepared, probably. Then there's his keys, and a pack of smokes, of course. Just the essentials.

And then he's ready. Only a couple of minutes after responding to Tighnari's message, Aki knocks at his door, soft and quick. ]

[ tighnari doesn't expect an answer, and honestly, a fleeting, tiny little sliver at the back of his mind hopes that he won't get one at all, because what is he thinking, asking aki to do something like this? it's inappropriate. it's selfish. it's completely, entirely crazy, isn't it?

no, if aki weren't sure about this, he would have politely turned tighnari down. he's made these plans, and he's going to stick to them. glancing at the return message, he sighs, relief and warmth and anticipation all flooding through him. tighnari isn't a virgin, thank the gods, but it's certainly been some time since last he was touched, and even then, it hadn't been anything spectacular. outside of his heats, tighnari has never been particularly interested in sex, he's got far too much to keep him otherwise occupied. but right here, right now, it's all he can think about.

he's disentangling himself from the floor nest as the knock comes, and tighnari's heart seizes up, his pulse spiking, and before he knows it he's crossed the room in a flash and tugged the door open, his honeyed, dewy scent wafting.

the moment he lays his eyes on aki, he knows he's made the right call, or at the very least, the fox in his soul rejoices, ready and eager to fulfill ancient instinct. he looks good, tall and handsome and sleep disheveled, and in the dim light tighnari's pupils are blown wide and black, his skin flushed pink, his long ears pinned back against his hair. for a moment he can only stand, and stare, before reason kicks in and he's laying a hand against aki's shirt (his skin is so warm beneath it), and tugging him inside, closing the door behind him, and sliding the deadbolt into place. ]

Sorry. Thanks.

[ and then he's on him, forward and hungry, rubbing his face into aki's throat to breathe in his familiar scent, like steel and blood and smoke. a purr rolls in his throat. with any hope, tighnari won't need to explain himself any further - he'd gone into great detail when laying it out between them. how needy he would be. how ravenous. how ready. ]

[ No, he doesn't need to explain himself any further, though what sunk into his head versus his heart is a little bit different, and the onslaught of sudden physical affection is a powerful thing. It's the sort of contact he doesn't often get to indulge in, even platonically, and this is - something else entirely. He feels needed in a way that he never has been before, and it isn't just because Tighnari asked him out of anyone else to do this for him.

There's no need for preamble, no need to exchange further words. No tea or small talk or offering thoughtful conversation or advice. Only need, pure and physical and uncomplicated. Once he can set aside the mantle of thought and simply let instinct take over, it all gets much, much easier.

The door clicks shut behind them with such absolute finality it makes his blood warm, and without a second thought, he lifts Tighnari into his arms, pulling him close, breathing him him. He smells nice, like something warm and familiar, and maybe it's just because how often he's been here now, but it no longer seems out of place as it once did. It's such a welcome contrast from blood and bone and sinew and curses. He's grown to need it.

He opens his mouth to say nothing, but it would be pointless, wouldn't it? Instead, with his vantage point with Tighnari in his arms, he tilts his jaw up to kiss his mouth, tentative at first, before his lips are parting carefully, taking Tighnari's neediness into account.

Maybe he doesn't need kisses at all, really, but it still...feels right. ]

[ he might not need kisses, no, but he certainly likes them, they certainly feel good, and his heat isn't entirely about sexual need, but also the urge to find and keep a mate, to secure intimacy of every kind. of course, tighnari isn't an animal, and once his heat passes he knows he'll be able to sort through the intense and complicated feelings that will no doubt come along with all of this. he'll figure it out. they'll figure it out. but valuka shuna mate for life, and it's incredibly difficult to shake off the desire to find that one person, to attach.

he'll manage.

but tighnari isn't thinking about such complicated things, not when aki is pulling him tightly into his grasp, and pressing their mouths together in a way that makes him whine. yes. yes, this was a good idea. this is exactly what he needs, and aki isn't hesitating, isn't showing any signs of uncertainty. it's perfect, it's all perfect.

tighnari's arms come up, winding tight around aki's broad shoulders as his lips part, far less carefully than aki's do, less measured and with more raw need. his tongue curls, licking into aki's mouth without hesitation, both hands snagging in his dark hair, holding tightly. tighnari's blood roars in his ears, and he presses close, their bodies tight together, his scent growing stronger, sweet with his pleasure, slick pooling between his thighs. he's hot all over, fevered and unraveling, sharp nails pricking aki's scalp, the silence broken up only by the wet sounds of their kissing, and tighnari's hot, quick breaths.

his hands drop, snagging the hem of his cotton sleeping shirt, and tighnari breaks the kiss only long enough to tug it over his head and away, cool air rushing too-hot skin. beneath it he's slim and smooth, but surprisingly strong, his arms and back sleek with lean muscle from his archery training, and on his chest, barely visible, are twin scars. aside from those, his fair skin is unblemished. ]

Touch me.

[ Thinking about things later will be much, much easier, yes, even if Aki spent plenty of time beforehand thinking things over as well, sorting his feelings, questioning if his decision was the right one. He wouldn't have been able to do this in the first place if he weren't attracted to Tighnari, but he's spent so long in denial that he would ever have time or interest in anything more than casual flings to put any further stock into his attraction. At least, until Tighnari asked him to do this, and just how easy it is to fall into.

But then again, maybe it's just that it's been awhile since anyone touched or kissed him like this, and certainly not anyone that he had a notable connection with. It is different, like this. It's better. So much better, especially when he feels so needed. He aches for it, to be wanted, needed, for another person to hold him so close and curl right up against his tender, beating heart.

Touch me, Tighnari asks, and Aki has always been good at following short, simple orders.

With his partner's shirt taken care of, it's so easy to smooth one palm up over the swath of smooth skin at Tighnari's back, calloused fingers dragging slow but insistent, while the other arm stays where it is, braced around Tighnari's waist, holding him to his hips. Already Aki can feel the heat between his legs, and its enough to make his stomach churn. Maybe this is ultimately for Tighnari's benefit, but there's no doubt he needs this, too.

Leaning up into Tighnari's mouth again, he drags his teeth over the other's bottom lip, pulling it back with a satisfying snap, before kissing him more fully once more, his tongue aching for more of that heat, that taste. It's so nice, and warm, and comforting. How can he crave something he only just discovered?

Very easily, it seems. ]

You feel good.

[ He murmurs to Tighnari's lips, exhaling softly to his mouth, hips arching up towards the heat between Tighnari's legs. ]

[ they've not even moved out of the small hallway by the door, and already tighnari feels as if he's falling apart. aki's hand slides smoothly up his back, and tighnari groans against his mouth, even the lightest touch enough to make his pulse skyrocket. heat throbs between his legs.

it should be surprising, just how easy it is to fall into this, but that's a line of thought that tighnari will address and unpack at a later time. for now, he's content with simple want, his fox-mind pleased by aki's willingness and warmth, by his familiar scent and his strong arms. he's fierce, and kind, determined, wild, gentle, feral - a fine partner, a fine mate, strong, good. ]

So do you..

[ he whispers, between wet, deep kisses, his heart pounding against his ribs, as hard and unforgiving as a fist. tighnari's tail lashes, and the arch of aki's hips is enough to drive him wild, heat burgeoning in his belly, electric desire sharp as a knife slipped beneath his skin. tighnari's hands rove, pressing up beneath the hem of aki's shirt, palming greedily over his abdomen and higher, fabric gathering at his wrists. aki's skin feels hot as the sun beneath the thickened pads of tighnari's fingers, and surprisingly soft between the hard lines of scars. tighnari's stomach clenches, for a moment, with distant fear.

he's unworthy, always getting himself into trouble, always putting himself in harm's way, always broken, bleeding, damaged. he'll die bloody and dismembered someday and leave tighnari with an aching, raw hole in his heart -

those thoughts, he quickly pushes away. instead tighnari grinds his entire body forward, a needy grunt caught in his throat. pressing forward, tighnari's weight sags against him, his soft thighs parting over one of aki's, rocking forward, the friction against his sensitive cunt - even though his boxer briefs - enough to make him shiver and moan, nails raking over warm skin. he can feel the shape of aki's cock against the hollow of his hip, and it's enough to make him feral, both hands dropping to paw urgently at aki's waistband. ]

[ Things are moving quickly, far quicker than Aki might be used to, but Tighnari warned him about this, too, and instead of worrying about not being ready, he follows his gut instinct, leaning into how good it feels to be wanted this badly, to be pulled fully into Tighnari's orbit when they've done little more than touch or kiss. Thinking is the last thing he wants to right now, really, when Tighnari feels so good, so warm against him, his hands roaming, seeking, pulling. Aki sighs softly to his mouth, before breaking away just long enough to snag the hem of his shirt that Tighnari has pushed up and pull it off over his head.

It should feel overwhelming, and it is, but it isn't at the same time. Maybe it was the time to mentally prepare himself for this that helped, or maybe it just that he severely needed this too, in his own way. His need comes from a very different spot than Tighnari's, but he is no less willing to lean into it, to fall into line with the feverish pace they are moving at.

A gasp passes his lips when Tighnari grinds against his thigh, the shape of him oh so easy to feel between the thin fabric of his pants. His stomach tightens with easy want, fingernails pulling hard at the skin of Tighnari's bare back before one slips forward between them, gliding over Tighnari's hand and urging his fingers beneath the waistband of his pants.

Again, it should feel like too much, too soon, but it doesn't.

He gives another encouraging roll of his hips, his mouth dragging over the crest of Tighnari's soft, warm cheek. ]

Please.

[ tighnari can feel it, too - aki's want, his need, how much his body requires this in a way perhaps very different from tighnari, but all the same. while it's the sheer force of hormones that drives tighnari, aki simply craves the touch, the desperate need to unwind. tighnari knows what he goes through. what he is. he might not know the confidential details, but he knows what aki does for work, knows how incredibly dangerous devil hunting can be. the evidence is writ clearly on his skin.

if only he knew how relieved tighnari is to see him every time they cross paths, living in constant fear that his friend will one day disappear, and that will be that. why does tighnari continue to attach himself to these sorts of people..?

that's a worry far in the back of his mind, however, especially once aki is guiding his hand down into the heat of his pants. tighnari doesn't hesitate, but thrusts his hand deep into aki's undershorts, palming the shape of his cock, feeling it fill out against his palm. he groans, squeezing, his hips twitching forward, already imagining what it will feel like to be fucked deep and hard and good. turning his face against aki's throat, tighnari nudges against his scent, inhaling deeply, opening his mouth over aki's pulse while his fingers curl around his cock, pulling in hard, deep strokes. ]

Need you. Please..

[ No matter how quickly things are moving, it still feels like Tighnari's hands can't be on him soon enough, and when they are - a sigh shakes looks of him, and Aki must brace his weight on the door behind him to keep himself and Tighnari upright. God, when was the last time someone else touched him like this? With such hunger, such need? He can't remember. He doesn't want to remember.

He only wants to think about Tighnari's hands, about the thick pads on his fingers, that rub him so well, drawing forth his pleasure, hardening him up. He groans towards one of Tighnari's laid-back ears, inhaling the sweet scent of his hair, floral and earthy and familiar. Warm, soft things are scarce in his life; better that he hold to them while he can, embrace them fully, allow them to keep him from getting too cold, too sharp. That's what Himeno wanted for him. He can't lose that part of himself.

Tighnari tells him he needs him, and the last thing he wants to do is keep him waiting any longer. Ultimately, this is about satisfying his need; any pleasure Aki can derive from it is just a bonus, and he is already ready enough himself.

The bedroom seems way too far at this point. Biting his lower lip, precome beads at the tip of his cock, hungry and eager. Tighnari needs him so badly - who is he to deny him his pleasure? No, not pleasure - his natural need?

Who is he to deny either of them?

Instead of urging Tighnari towards the couch, or pulling him down onto the floor, Aki instead gathers Tighnari up in his arms, urging his knees to cling around his waist, before switching their positions, pressing Tighnari's back to the door with a thud.

Hastily, he tugs down Tighnari's boxer briefs just enough, his cock still hot as hell between them, straining, brushing his clit, his cunt. His breath catches, his abdomen clenching. ]

Hold onto me.

[ He will need his hands to support Tighnari's backside, and guide his cock against his pussy. He's so wet, dripping, his scent filling the air, and Aki is rolling his hips up without a second thought, the way made so easy. ]

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