[ there we are - that's much better. tighnari is on the right track now. cyno is opening up slowly, like the delicate petals of a padisarah, and he can feel that his patience is beginning to pay off. beneath the tangled boughs of the brugmansia, they kiss, tighnari's hands pressing a little further, a little deeper beneath those folds of fabric, pushing the robes over cyno's shoulders and down off of his back.
it's then that he feels the press of cyno's hand between his thighs, and tighnari's breath catches, his voice dropping to a low purr. ]
I like a man who knows what he wants.
[ he murmurs against cyno's mouth, his hips giving a gentle rock forward. tighnari's tongue traces his lower lip, one hand dropping to close over cyno's, guiding it further beneath layers of soft, gossamer fabric. beneath the drapery he wears no underclothes, and so between his legs cyno will find a patch of dark, downy fur, and lower, the deep heat of tighnari's core, where he's already dewy and slick. ]
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it's then that he feels the press of cyno's hand between his thighs, and tighnari's breath catches, his voice dropping to a low purr. ]
I like a man who knows what he wants.
[ he murmurs against cyno's mouth, his hips giving a gentle rock forward. tighnari's tongue traces his lower lip, one hand dropping to close over cyno's, guiding it further beneath layers of soft, gossamer fabric. beneath the drapery he wears no underclothes, and so between his legs cyno will find a patch of dark, downy fur, and lower, the deep heat of tighnari's core, where he's already dewy and slick. ]