[ a soft, light, breathless laugh passes tighnari's lips, and he lifts himself on his elbows to look down at cyno, nestled perfectly between his thighs. ]

If you're asking if I'd like to feel your cock in me, the answer is yes.

[ even if he's still rocking his hips smoothly downward, onto the sweet pressure of cyno's finger deep inside of him, already missing the hot slide of his tongue. tighnari's fingers loosen in cyno's hair so he can draw them along his jaw instead, coaxing him. ]

Why don't you come up here and fuck me properly?