[ kazuha pins him to the tree, and tighnari's breath leaves him in a rush, heat pulsing in his groin when he feels the hard press of that cock to his backside, a promise in the warmth of it. ]
Please.
[ tighnari's breath is quick from the exertion of the chase, his skin flushed hot and pink, his claws digging harshly into the bark of the adhigama tree that he's pinned against. he feels exhilarated, his heart pounding like a drum against his ribs, and when he hears the rustle of kazuha's clothing, a spike of anticipation drives straight into his belly. yes. this is what he wants. he's so, so ready - especially when kazuha whispers against his sensitive ear, earning a soft, keening whine.
it happens so quickly, thank the gods, because tighnari can wait no longer. he feels the thrust of kazuha's cock into his body and his breath catches hard, his cunt clenching tightly around the intrusion, tight as a grasping fist, the way made so easy for how sinfully wet he is. at last that deep itch is scratched, at last he feels complete; spending his heats alone is like torture every year, and it only gets more and more difficult with age, as he reaches his peak.
groaning, tighnari arches his back, pressing his hips back into kazuha's lap to urge him deeper, his tail sweeping out of the way, curling around kazuha's waist. ]
( Tighnari's reaction is so beautiful - the samurai grants him the freedom of his hands as he can't resist dragging a hand down the fox's beautiful body, touching his soft naked form with appreciation for every inch of skin - before fixing his hands tightly at his hips, snapping his own up to meet them while he fucks him. every hard thrust inside of Tighnari punches a guttural moan out of Kazuha. )
Ngh- Ah ... ah-- ...
( while the samurai felt the outside world drown out in a blurry daze due to the intensity of their carnal mating, the sensation of Tighnari's tail sweeping across his abdomen draws his attention. without slowing the rapid thrusting of his hips, he grabs the fox tail with one of his hands, pulling it. not in any measure to hurt the other man, but merely as a show of dominance. his body arches over the curve of Tighnari's as they slot together, with Kazuha leaning down to fix his teeth to the other man's neck in a bite, applying a harsh slap to his ass while he kneads the skin. he's not normally so ... rough during sex, so to speak, but he is at the mercy of his body right now. those mating season hormones certainly are intense, especially for a samurai with a much more sensitive nose than most humans. )
You're- so beautiful-( he manages with a hoarse breath, rumbling out growled moans with every thrust of his cock inside of that perfect wet sex. )
[ 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. ]
( Tighnari doesn't have to tell him twice - the scent of his heat is so thick and aromatic in his nostrils that Kazuha can evade the pressure point after the fox man marks its location with his fingers. perhaps Kazuha targeted it like a moth to light, without realising just how far his instincts were taking him. between his possessive bites, he cushions his lips tenderly against the other man's skin for a moment, implying remorse. )
Apologies ... ( another kiss. )As you wish.( it's not like he could physically stop if he wanted to, anyway. Tighnari feels so good, wet and tight around his cock - he's never had sex feel like this before. there's very little time for him to think about anything else apart from chasing his pleasure by repeatedly fucking that perfect, wet heat.
Kazuha grips the other man's hips tighter, undoubtedly leaving bruise impressions beneath his skin, as his hips snap into a harder pace, with each collision of their hips causing him to push out fond carnal moans. try as he might - the samurai can't fend himself off for much longer, with that familiar build approaching swiftly, with such a hot intensity that it almost made him see stars. it's too late for him--)
I'm going to cum--! ( he manages to announce, grinding his cock deep inside of Tighnari before he buries his head in his shoulder, forcing out a punched out moan while the hot flood of his release fills the other man. his orgasm is so intense, long and drawn out that it makes his vision go white and causes him to forget his own name for a moment. holy shit.
Kazuha stays fully sheathed inside the other man, grinding his hips into him, ensuring every last drop of his spend fills him up. this act of possessiveness certainly comes from the hormones, without a single thought for the consequences. it feels so perfect, and so good. )
[ tighnari can feel it, the way kazuha's pleasure begins to crest. he can feel it in the way those hands grasp so tightly at his hips, bruising, squeezing. he can feel it in the hard punch of kazuha's cock into his body, taking him faster, deeper. he can hear it in his moans, and the way his breath goes harsh and labored. kazuha is close, and tighnari wants it, wants to be filled with his hot cum, bred full until he can take no more. he rubs his clit harder, quicker, rolling the pads of his fingers over it until his thighs are twitching.
and then it comes - kazuha's rough climax, and tighnari can feel the wet heat of it as kazuha's cum is pumped deep into his cunt, filling him up, so thick and plentiful that the excess rolls down the backs of his trembling thighs.
tighnari swears low under his breath, and follows. with a sharp cry, needful and longing, tighnari snaps his hips back hard and comes around kazuha's invading cock, the walls of his sex squeezing tightly, twitching rhythmically, eager to keep him in place. pleasure crashes over tighnari's head, hot and irresistible, his back arching downward, the claws of his bare feet digging into the earth, scratching long furrows. he whines and twists, rocking his hips back again, and again, and again, to best milk the pleasure from them both, to continue to feel the pull and slide of kazuha's cock inside of him.
but it isn't long before tighnari folds forward against the tree's trunk, barely able to keep himself standing on legs that feel like jelly. his tail trembles, shivering, as it curls against kazuha's waist, tighnari's claws sunk deep into the bark of the tree. ]
Stay..
[ he rasps, panting, drunk on pleasure and hormonal bliss. ]
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Please.
[ tighnari's breath is quick from the exertion of the chase, his skin flushed hot and pink, his claws digging harshly into the bark of the adhigama tree that he's pinned against. he feels exhilarated, his heart pounding like a drum against his ribs, and when he hears the rustle of kazuha's clothing, a spike of anticipation drives straight into his belly. yes. this is what he wants. he's so, so ready - especially when kazuha whispers against his sensitive ear, earning a soft, keening whine.
it happens so quickly, thank the gods, because tighnari can wait no longer. he feels the thrust of kazuha's cock into his body and his breath catches hard, his cunt clenching tightly around the intrusion, tight as a grasping fist, the way made so easy for how sinfully wet he is. at last that deep itch is scratched, at last he feels complete; spending his heats alone is like torture every year, and it only gets more and more difficult with age, as he reaches his peak.
groaning, tighnari arches his back, pressing his hips back into kazuha's lap to urge him deeper, his tail sweeping out of the way, curling around kazuha's waist. ]
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Ngh- Ah ... ah-- ...
( while the samurai felt the outside world drown out in a blurry daze due to the intensity of their carnal mating, the sensation of Tighnari's tail sweeping across his abdomen draws his attention. without slowing the rapid thrusting of his hips, he grabs the fox tail with one of his hands, pulling it. not in any measure to hurt the other man, but merely as a show of dominance. his body arches over the curve of Tighnari's as they slot together, with Kazuha leaning down to fix his teeth to the other man's neck in a bite, applying a harsh slap to his ass while he kneads the skin. he's not normally so ... rough during sex, so to speak, but he is at the mercy of his body right now. those mating season hormones certainly are intense, especially for a samurai with a much more sensitive nose than most humans. )
You're- so beautiful- ( he manages with a hoarse breath, rumbling out growled moans with every thrust of his cock inside of that perfect wet sex. )
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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. ]
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Apologies ... ( another kiss. ) As you wish. ( it's not like he could physically stop if he wanted to, anyway. Tighnari feels so good, wet and tight around his cock - he's never had sex feel like this before. there's very little time for him to think about anything else apart from chasing his pleasure by repeatedly fucking that perfect, wet heat.
Kazuha grips the other man's hips tighter, undoubtedly leaving bruise impressions beneath his skin, as his hips snap into a harder pace, with each collision of their hips causing him to push out fond carnal moans. try as he might - the samurai can't fend himself off for much longer, with that familiar build approaching swiftly, with such a hot intensity that it almost made him see stars. it's too late for him-- )
I'm going to cum--! ( he manages to announce, grinding his cock deep inside of Tighnari before he buries his head in his shoulder, forcing out a punched out moan while the hot flood of his release fills the other man. his orgasm is so intense, long and drawn out that it makes his vision go white and causes him to forget his own name for a moment. holy shit.
Kazuha stays fully sheathed inside the other man, grinding his hips into him, ensuring every last drop of his spend fills him up. this act of possessiveness certainly comes from the hormones, without a single thought for the consequences. it feels so perfect, and so good. )
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and then it comes - kazuha's rough climax, and tighnari can feel the wet heat of it as kazuha's cum is pumped deep into his cunt, filling him up, so thick and plentiful that the excess rolls down the backs of his trembling thighs.
tighnari swears low under his breath, and follows. with a sharp cry, needful and longing, tighnari snaps his hips back hard and comes around kazuha's invading cock, the walls of his sex squeezing tightly, twitching rhythmically, eager to keep him in place. pleasure crashes over tighnari's head, hot and irresistible, his back arching downward, the claws of his bare feet digging into the earth, scratching long furrows. he whines and twists, rocking his hips back again, and again, and again, to best milk the pleasure from them both, to continue to feel the pull and slide of kazuha's cock inside of him.
but it isn't long before tighnari folds forward against the tree's trunk, barely able to keep himself standing on legs that feel like jelly. his tail trembles, shivering, as it curls against kazuha's waist, tighnari's claws sunk deep into the bark of the tree. ]
Stay..
[ he rasps, panting, drunk on pleasure and hormonal bliss. ]
Stay inside me..