[ tighnari can feel it when cyno's getting close, he can feel it in the tension of his body, in the way his breath comes more quickly, in the way his stomach muscles tighten up. it isn't long before he reaches his peak, hot, sticky cum spilling down tighnari's fingers, a single droplet splashing his cheek, rolling downward. ever diligent, tighnari leans in to clean up that spend with his tongue, sucking it off of his fingers, lapping it away from the tip of his cock. he tastes good, salty and sweet, and tighnari hums his appreciation before he's pulling back, looking up into cyno's face. ]
Do you want to be mine, then? [ he asks through a sharp smile, his short claws hooking against cyno's thighs, tugging downward. ] Show me, then.
[ tighnari slips back a little further on the bed, and draws the gauzy fabric away from his legs, revealing his soft, pink pussy, already glistening. he spreads his thighs, leaning back on his hands. it's bold, to give orders to a powerful matra, but tighnari is fearless. ]
Show me how much you want me. How much you want to taste me.
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Do you want to be mine, then? [ he asks through a sharp smile, his short claws hooking against cyno's thighs, tugging downward. ] Show me, then.
[ tighnari slips back a little further on the bed, and draws the gauzy fabric away from his legs, revealing his soft, pink pussy, already glistening. he spreads his thighs, leaning back on his hands. it's bold, to give orders to a powerful matra, but tighnari is fearless. ]
Show me how much you want me. How much you want to taste me.