[ luckily for kazuha, tighnari quite likes it rough, especially now, when he's overwhelmed by a flood of hormones, his entire body alight with need and exhilaration. he wants nothing more than to be taken, knotted, bred full of kits, used like a doll. frankly, it's embarrassing, and were he in his right mind, tighnari might be a little ashamed of these thoughts, proud as he is of his innate rationality and intelligence. to be reduced to a slavering, hungry animal feels like an insult.
but instinct is instinct, and neither of them, it seems, are immune to the draw of the wildness of nature, and he must admit.. it feels good to give into it, to release the reins and allow himself to be carried by the swelling wave of his heat. the humid rainforest air clings to him like a veil, his skin soon dewy with sweat, and when kazuha bites his throat tighnari hisses through his teeth, pleasure blooming between his legs. ]
C-careful..
[ he doesn't mind the bite, he loves the bite, it drives him out of his mind, but kazuha's teeth plant dangerously close to the scent gland that sits at the slope where his neck and shoulder meet, a small bump beneath the skin, swollen to visibility with his heat. a hard enough bite there would signify a bond, a physical agreement between two mates for life. but how would kazuha know such a thing? valuka shuna aren't exactly numerous, even in sumeru. it wouldn't be common knowledge. tighnari takes one of kazuha's hands, guiding it up, pressing his fingers to the sensitive lump against his shoulder. ]
Not.. not there - mmn - but don't stop.. don't stop..
[ slick and precum both roll down his thighs, tighnari's ears flattening against his skull, his sharp claws digging into the back of kazuha's hand before dropping, his fingers seeking downward, slipping between his legs to rub at his swollen, neglected clit. tighnari doesn't bother to keep quiet, every exhale is a low, rumbling moan, every inhale sharp and high, his ears full of the delicious wet sounds of their coupling. ]
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but instinct is instinct, and neither of them, it seems, are immune to the draw of the wildness of nature, and he must admit.. it feels good to give into it, to release the reins and allow himself to be carried by the swelling wave of his heat. the humid rainforest air clings to him like a veil, his skin soon dewy with sweat, and when kazuha bites his throat tighnari hisses through his teeth, pleasure blooming between his legs. ]
C-careful..
[ he doesn't mind the bite, he loves the bite, it drives him out of his mind, but kazuha's teeth plant dangerously close to the scent gland that sits at the slope where his neck and shoulder meet, a small bump beneath the skin, swollen to visibility with his heat. a hard enough bite there would signify a bond, a physical agreement between two mates for life. but how would kazuha know such a thing? valuka shuna aren't exactly numerous, even in sumeru. it wouldn't be common knowledge. tighnari takes one of kazuha's hands, guiding it up, pressing his fingers to the sensitive lump against his shoulder. ]
Not.. not there - mmn - but don't stop.. don't stop..
[ slick and precum both roll down his thighs, tighnari's ears flattening against his skull, his sharp claws digging into the back of kazuha's hand before dropping, his fingers seeking downward, slipping between his legs to rub at his swollen, neglected clit. tighnari doesn't bother to keep quiet, every exhale is a low, rumbling moan, every inhale sharp and high, his ears full of the delicious wet sounds of their coupling. ]