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[ it's early evening in the brothel, and things are beginning to stir. their busy time does not usually come until after the sun is setting.

tighnari prepares himself as always, dressing in soft, gauzy clothing that reveals enough skin to entice, combing his hair and brushing out his tail, applying soft-scented oils to his skin and fur to make them fragrant and alluring. he's new to this, still, only having graduated to the level of a fully fledged courtesan within the last year or so, but tighnari is nonetheless a professional. he knows what he has, and how to make his customers appreciate it, even if he's often told that his personality leaves.. a little less to be desired.

he tries to be good. really, he does. but tighnari is sharp and abrasive, a little too honest, a little too forward and direct. some of his clients appreciate it, but most prefer that he simply keep his pretty mouth shut, and more than once he has been reprimanded by his keepers for frightening off the clientele. if it weren't for his striking beauty, and the exotic draw of his foxlike features, he'd never be able to keep this profession. tighnari doesn't love feeling like a display animal, but he must admit it pays the bills, and after his parents had died while he was still young enough to barely recall their faces the brothel had taken him in, caring for him, grooming him to be what he has become. personality conflicts aside, tighnari is good at his job.

soon enough the halls are abuzz. the doors have opened, and the clients begin to filter in - there's talk of a matra among them. it's not so uncommon for matra to visit the brothel, their jobs are difficult and stressful, but it's still often an event, and the courtesans all do their best to see to it that they are the ones chosen. the higher up the status of the client, the better they will pay, and most of the courtesans here carry a debt of some kind; some people work in the sex industry because they simply enjoy it, but many more still do it simply for the money. tighnari does it because it's all he's ever known. because he's good at it.

the silver bell soon rings to signify that a client is waiting to choose from among the higher-end courtesans, which is tighnari's cue. he checks his reflection, makes sure his lips are perfectly pink and glossy before he pads from his room and through the hallways on bare feet, past gossamer curtains and beautiful paintings, toward the solar, where he is lined up with the other premium courtesans against a curtained wall. through a fan of thick lashes, his brown-green, kohl-lined eyes scan the handful of clients before them as his tail flicks behind him, tighnari's expression smooth but calculating. who will choose him tonight? ]

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[ a light chuckle. ]

Well, maybe I'm just assuming too much. What do I know? Maybe you do enjoy plants and reading - you do seem the pensive sort, after all.

[ that kiss, though - he'll take it. tighnari hums softly, pressing his cheek into cyno's rough palm. smiling, he lowers his eyelids and, with.. surprising strength, he pushes them over until cyno is on his back with tighnari over him, straddling his hips. he laughs, soft and playful. ]

You certainly don't have to ask, but.. indulge me, tell me what you want from me.

I think that you know more about me than I do already.

[ Self-reflection is something Cyno doesn't indulge in all that much. Obviously, he kept wondering why his efficiency at work was affected so negatively, but his considerations never involved his feelings or desires. ]

I want to taste you again, Nari... please.

[ Cyno knows that there's no need for him to ask so politely and yet he can't just demand it. ]

[ no, there's no need to ask so politely, but tighnari thinks it's sweet.

lowering himself down, tighnari presses a kiss to cyno's mouth, slow and soft and lingering, his tongue tracing cyno's lower lip, dipping past it as he hums. kissing him is nice. soft. but kissing isn't what he asked for.

straightening up again, tighnari finally rises from cyno's lap, gathering the gauzy fabric that still clings to his hips, he sheds it away, leaving him entirely bare save for the jewelry on his wrists and ankles and ears, and the emerald studs that glint at his nipples. slowly, tighnari walks on his knees up cyno's body, until he's straddling the general's face, and with two fingers he spreads the folds of his cunt, revealing the soft, tender pink flesh within, still glistening with his own slick and cyno's spend both. ]

.. is this what you're asking for?

[ While the kiss is welcome, it's definitely not what Cyno had in mind. He grunts softly when their lips part, but it's too late when he realizes that Tighnari was just teasing him. With his cheeks flushed, Cyno watches the courtesan move up without noticing that he's holding his breath. This is such a stunning sight and what comes next leaves him speechless for a few moments. ]

... Yes.

[ The answer is short only because the matra can't hold himself back, his tongue soon flicking between the soft folds. Before long, Cyno's hands rest on Tighnari's hips, lightly pushing them down. He's determined to give him as much pleasure as possible considering the long licks and the matra's mouth tightly wrapped around the courtesan's clit. ]

Oh..

[ cyno's mouth is so hot, so wet against him, and tighnari whines softly, gasping when the matra's tongue glides along his slick folds in long, broad strokes, before his lips close around his clit, and tighnari tenses.

the hands at his hips pull him down, and tighnari flows easily with it, beginning to rock his hips downward in a steady rhythm, grinding his cunt against cyno's face, one hand slipping down into his pale hair, grasping tightly. ]

That's.. that's a good boy.. mm..

[ Cyno never expected that such a simple praise as being called a good boy might go straight to is dick, but it definitely does when Tighnari is the one saying it. It encourages him to suck his clit as hard as possible, hoping to leave it swollen and throbbing from pleasure. After a while, his lips pull away slightly with a wet smacking sound and Cyno puts his tongue to work, stimulating Tighnari's pussy with long licks as well as pushing the tip inside and out.

The realization that he can make Tighnari feel so good is quite exciting considering how heavy his cock feels between his legs. Obviously, there is always a risk that the courtesan might be exaggerating to make him feel good about himself, but Cyno pushes that thought away. He asked for honesty nad he's going to believe that is what he's getting now. ]

[ gods, that's good. tighnari doesn't need to fake it, not when cyno is so attentive and skilled. some people simply aren't good at sex, or they want to use him quickly without any regard for his own pleasure, so it certainly wouldn't be an the first time tighnari has had to put on a show - but he hardly needs to. not with cyno. not at the rate he's going. ]

Cyno, Cyno -

[ he calls, the word like a prayer on his lips as he rides cyno's face without shame, his short claws digging into cyno's scalp, and when that tongue plunges into his body he squirms and keens, thighs tensing. reaching back, his hand smooths down along the hard, well-muscled planes of cyno's abdomen, grabbing his cock, tugging it in hard, deep strokes. ]

You're going to make me come..

[ It would be rude to adjust his position only to tell Tighnari that it's precisely his plan. Well, there's little room to do such a thing in the first place, so Cyno gives up expressing it with words. What he can't say, he can do, though. His tongue rolls over Tighnari's clit before plunging in once again, leaving Cyno quite pleased with the soft wet noises of the courtesan's slick smearing over his tongue.

His toes curl when Tighnari's hand strokes his cock. These nimble fingers and smooth hands taking care of him is even more that he could ever ask for. Cyno's cock twitches after one of the tugs, as if the soft moan against Tighnari's pussy wasn't enough of a proof how much he's enjoying it. ]

[ that moan against his core vibrates low and deep, and tighnari gasps, his hips stuttering, thighs tensing. that's good. that's so good. that's perfect.

the pleasure builds and builds as cyno laves him with attention, driving his hot, slick tongue into tighnari's pussy, licking over his swollen, sensitive clit, and it isn't long before the pressure is becoming so sweetly unbearable that he can hardly bear it. ]

Cyno, Cyno..

[ he calls, each breath quicker than the last, every exhale ridden by a low whine, until at last tighnari comes, hard, his fingers squeezing around cyno's cock, his cunt clenching tight around his tongue as white-hot bliss spills from his crown down his body. ]

[ Cyno carefully observes every little reaction Tighnari offers him in response to his tongue plunging deeper in, relentlessly stimulating his clit and pussy to lead the courtesan to a sweet climax. It's really reassuring to see that his lack of experience doesn't prevent Tighnari from enjoying this and that his attentiveness is enough, at least for now.

When his cock is squeezed, Cyno hums softly before pulling Tighnari's hand away. It might come off as a surprise, but it seems that the matra has an idea. ]

Let me take care of this myself.

[ Considering that his dick is quite hard and it's throbbing with need at this point, Cyno tries not to waste too much time—he lifts Tighnari's legs up and holds them for support before slipping his cock between the courtesan's thighs. ]

I hope you don't mind.

Mind? Don't be ridiculous..

[ he says, through panting breaths, his chest heaving, his arms trembling. it's easy for cyno to move him as he sees fit. the matra is strong, and right now, tighnari is soft and boneless from his orgasm, easily manipulated.

soon enough he feels the hard heat of that cock between his creamy thighs, and he hums, squeezing them more tightly together. ]

I could never mind. You're good at this.

[ Ironically, it's hard for Cyno to believe that he's truly good, even if he's fully aware that Tighnari means what he said. Wrapping his head around the fact that he can be an attentive lover might take a while. ]

I just... trust my gut.

[ Admitting that feels somewhat weird—not that it's where Cyno's focus goes after a while. It's impossible to resist Tighnari's soft thighs, after all. Slowly rocking into them, Cyno breathes heavily as the friction causes the pleasant jolts to run through his body. ]

[ tighnari can sense that uncertainty, but he's happy to reinforce his beliefs however he can. ]

Well, good. Keep trusting it. It's very smart.

[ and cyno's cock feels hot and heavy between his tightened thighs, smoothing against soft skin as cyno begins to rock his hips. biting his lower lip, tighnari watches as his dick moves forward and back, forward and back, and he lowers one hand to toy with the tip, dragging the pad of his thumb through hot, slippery precum, his tail curling to the side. ]

That's good.. keep going..

[ Cyno isn't sure if this is a good moment to comment that the only smart thrusting is most likely thrusting one's weapon against the enemy's body. There's no helping the fact that it was literally his first thought.

Once a matra, always a matra. ]

N-Nari...

[ For some reason, Cyno naively thought that Tighnari would let him do everything on his own without meddling, so when his fingers wrap around the sensitive tip, Cyno moans softly. His hips, previously swaying at a steady pace, now pick up speed and the thrusts become more frantic. A wave of pleasure washes over him when Cyno eventually reaches climax, his cum staining Tighnari's thighs and the sheets alike. ]

[ tighnari can't help but bite his lip as cyno picks up the pace, his hard, hot cock pushing through his soft thighs faster and faster. from this position, it's easy to look into the matra's face, to enjoy the play of pleasure across his handsome features..

.. and he seems to like the touching, so tighnari keeps at it, squeezing that tip until cyno is moaning his pleasure, until he feels the hot rush of cum against his padded fingers, splashing against his thighs and belly. smiling, he drags his fingers through the creamy mess, his eyelids dropping low. ]

Mm.. that's my good boy. Feel good?

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