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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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[ he seems calmer, despite the fact that his claws are still very much out, very dangerous, but tighnari isn't afraid. cyno won't hurt him. not in any way that matters. perhaps that's foolish to believe, but tighnari fancies himself a very good judge of character, and cyno..

.. he's a good man. troubled, perhaps, but good. ]

Yes.

[ he murmurs, nudging his nose alongside cyno's jawline, pressing soft kisses there. tighnari's hands move over cyno's chest, sliding down over the hard planes of his abdomen as he whispers softly against his lover's ear. ]

Let me help you. Let me make you feel good.

Nari...

[ It might seem that something else will follow, but Cyno says nothing. Nonetheless, his gratitude is reflected in his eyes—Tighnari had every right to decline and tell him to come back on a later date, especially after what the matra did. His muscles relax some more and he closes his eyes, enjoying the courtesan's gentle kisses. ]

Remove your clothes, please. I... I probably shouldn't touch you too much.

[ As badly as Cyno wants to do it, but the elemental reactions might hurt Tighnari and he can't allow that. ]

You can touch me all you like.

[ but tighnari obeys nevertheless, unfastening his silks from the silver collar at his neck and allowing them to fall away, spilling off of his body to land in a delicate heap at his ankles. ]

I know you wouldn't hurt me.

[ there's a quiet trust between them, and tighnari has a good sense of him, of the kind of person that cyno is. stepping backward, he lays himself out on the bed, spreading his soft thighs open, one hand smoothing between them. ]

[ Without even realizing that he's been holding his breath for a while, Cyno steps in closer to the bed, his gaze darting from Tighnari's eyes to his pussy and back. At first, he places his both hands on both sides of the courtesan's waist and remains still, simply watching the perfect body laid out in front of him. It doesn't last for too long, however, as his palms slowly slide down to Tighnari's smooth thighs. Small sparks of electricity envelop the claws, revealing how aroused he is. ]

I might hurt you without even intending to. I would never...

[ ... hurt you.

Against his better judgment, Cyno lets one of his palms slip between the courtesans legs once the sparks subdue. He starts off by lightly rubbing Tighnari's clit, but it's impossible not to think about fingering him. ]

[ tighnari has to admit, there's a little bit of a.. thrill, here. he enjoys roughness, being manhandled, he enjoys a little pain and playing at threat. cyno is one of the gentlest creatures he's ever met, but there's danger in those claws, and it's enough to make tighnari's chest and belly tighten up with heat.

his breath rushes, and he arches away from the mattress as that hot palm drags down his body, claws brushing delicate skin, and when cyno begins to rub at his clit tighnari keens, spreading his thighs further, his hips arching as a shiver sweeps down his spine. ]

That's good..

[ he whispers, encouraging, one hand dropping to smooth his fingertips along one of those curved claws, his dendro reacting with electro, fizzling, popping. ]

Is it...?

[ The sight of Tighnari with his legs spread and the elemental reactions flickering between their bodies technically is a proof good enough to deem that question unnecessary, but Cyno can't help it anyway. These claws are for wounding the criminals that decide not to abide by the laws, not for pleasure.

And yet, it seems that Tighnari is having a nice time. Cyno swallows and pushes one of is curved claws between the folds with an accompanying popping sound. ]

Nari, I... missed you so much...

[ Finally, Cyno allows himself some honesty, even though it's difficult. ]

Aah...

[ he's never felt anything like this before. tighnari gets plenty of clients, but none of them have visions, none of them have reacted with him like this before, and it's adding an entirely new level of pleasure to this encounter. when the curve of that claw presses between his folds, tighnari keens and arches, though his heart aches at cyno's words. ]

I missed you, too..

[ how could he not have? cyno was not only an excellent lover, he was a wonderful man. easy to be around. easy to fall for. reaching down, he smooths a palm over cyno's cock, squeezing, before unlacing his shorts. ]

Now fuck me already before I run out of patience.