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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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[ Oftentimes, Cyno would overhear the conversations between the matras about the courtesans. At first, the topic didn't pique his interest as he foolishly threw himself into work, dedicated to bringing the arrogant, careless scholars whose research could harm others to justice. This kind of life was by no means sustainable, yet Cyno had to learn it first hand. Over time, he became even more distant which made his peers perceive him as intimidating and harsh. It was the least concerning issue, however—the matra noticed that taking on another mission as he was done with the previous one had taken a toll on his body as well. At first, it was just difficult to sleep at night, but it gradually affected his efficiency more and more to the point that even his mentor suggested that he should take a break and go to the brothel.

It's not that he treated the courtesans with disdain—quite the contrary, he respected everyone's work. Still, Cyno had a hard time believing that anyone could help him relax. If anything, most of the time he became even more tense when he had to interact with someone, even a fellow matra. It was impossible to ignore what kind of reputation he had earned, especially when people weren't really subtle about their gossip. Nonetheless, he decided to give it a shot.

After donning a dark cloak, he left his room to head to the brothel. Even if this is a generally accepted practice among the matras, discrecy is still desirable. Cyno doubted that it would remain a secret for long considering that he's performing a public service as a matra, but he couldn't care less about gossip involving him.

As expected, his status is no mystery to the owner—after being welcomed, he's guided to a room on the highest floor. It's impossible to miss the enormous bed that might be even bigger than his own room. Cyno doesn't pay much attention to the expensive paintings on the walls and other decorations, though. The same goes for the other people gathered in the room, even if it's just a handful of them. Perhaps he should drop this task-oriented attitude, but it's easier said than done. After a few minutes, the courtesans start to appear one by one and the room is filled with whispers and soft chuckles on both sides. Cyno is the only person remaining silent, scanning each courtesan behind a curtained wall. The owner thought it out very well, he has to give him that—the curtain barely allows to see anything that might be enticing to some people, but not for Cyno.

Once all the courtesans are lined up, the matra gets on his feet much to everyone's surprise and walks towards the curtain. Once he's standing close enough, Cyno pushes it aside, revealing all the courtesans and making everyone in the room become silent. From this position, he can properly examine them, but once his eyes lay on Tighnari, his heart skips a beat. Before, he'd hardly paid attention to others physical appearance, but this courtesan is exceptionally beautiful, enough to make him forget about the other people in the room for a moment.

Once he gets a grip on himself, Cyno takes a few steps to stand in front of Tighnari and pose a question. ]

What's your name?

[ Due to the silence in the room, his voice might come off as much louder, even though he's speaking normally. Cyno can tell that most of the eyes in this room are on him right now, but he's used to that and doesn't pay heed to it. ]

[ bold.

that's tighnari's first snap judgment about the young matra before him, who draws the curtain fearlessly back. handsome is the next. a winning combination, he thinks. tighnari values demonstrative behavior; as someone who knows what he wants, he appreciates it in others as well. though his gaze darts briefly to the other clients in the room, tighnari's eyes soon settle back onto the matra as he looks the courtesans over, one by one. their looks meet, and tighnari lowers his eyelids, evocative, inviting, eager to snag cyno on a hook. his tail lashes behind him, his tall ears swiveling forward with interest. where some of his fellows might play at being demure to attract their clients, tighnari is instead all quiet confidence and strong sense of self.

the matra approaches him, and tighnari watches him almost imperiously, before a soft smile curves his mouth. his stomach tightens with anticipation. ]

Tighnari.

[ reaching forward, he draws his fingertips gently against cyno's chest, his touch light. ]

Will you stay with me tonight?

[ Cyno's conviction that no one could help him relax is dispelled with that single touch. Is it possible for Tighnari to sense that his heartbeat is much faster than usual? Possibly yes, but it doesn't change anything. It could probably be considered as pure excitement of an inexperienced matra, but there's something more to it, something Cyno will have to discover on his own. ]

I will. [ His answer is curt and straight to the point. The next second, the matra grabs Tighnari's hand unceremoniously and turns to the owner. ] Lead us to a vacant room.

[ If that enormous bed is anything to go by, this night might be quite promising. The owner is a bit flustered about the whole situation and simply asks Tighnari to guide Cyno to one of their rooms because he can't leave the other clients. ]

[ tighnari hardly wants to embarrass his promising new client, but he still can't help but smile. it's clear he doesn't know the first thing about all of this, and that's.. quite cute, really. has he never been to a brothel before? tighnari supposes he hasn't been. ]

Come with me.

[ he says, gently, and weaves his fingers through cyno's, tugging him along. cyno isn't tighnari's first first timer; he knows what to do.

it doesn't take long before they reach tighnari's room. it's a beautiful space, open and bright, lit by candles and lanterns, its high white walls dyed in the beautiful slanting red-orange light of sunset. there's a comfortable seating area, a small dining set, and even a soaking pool in which candles float, and nilotpala lotuses unfurl their faintly glowing petals. there are books piled neatly on the table, and plants - plants everywhere. lush pothos and philodendron festoon the walls, trailing their vines downward, a large monstera deliciosa sits in a corner by the open windows, peperomia, sumeru rose, scindapsus pictus silvery ann, padisarah, dracaena - plants of all shapes and sizes are set upon every surface, or woven into the gauzy curtains draping the walls. even a large, fragrant brugmansia tree blooms in a large pot by the door, its large bell-like trumpet flowers fragrant, its branches reaching in an arch over the doorway. a long table filled with succulents lines one wall. small cuttings sit in clear bottles on the windowsill.

there is also, of course, a large bed in the back of the room, and a white stone archway leading to an en suite washroom. but tighnari does not lead cyno to the bed - not yet. instead he stops and turns, locking the door behind him, before he takes both of cyno's hands in his own, drawing close. tighnari smells fragrant and floral and a little bit musky, like fox fur. smiling, he nudges their noses together. ]

Would you like anything to eat? Wine?

[ tighnari's job is, after all, to provide pleasure of all kinds. ]

[ The answer doesn't come right away as Cyno allows himself to soak in the atmosphere of the room, his eyes carefully scanning every nook and cranny. He might be taking a bit too long examining it, but he's genuinely curious about the place Tighnari spends most of his time at.

The plants are the most interesting, actually. As much as he'd like to ask about them, Cyno is fully aware that he left the question unanswered for far too long. ]

Are we supposed to do that? [ If Cyno left any room for speculation that he's new to this, that single question makes it obvious that he's a firstcomer. ] I want to be sober. But you can drink or eat if you'd like, I'm not against it.

[ It might give him some time to explore the room, too. ]

[ tighnari breathes a soft chuckle. ]

We're supposed to do whatever we want. I'm yours until morning, for whatever your heart desires.

[ the sex is, you know, implied, but tighnari does have clients, in fact, who have no interest in sleeping with him. they instead enjoy his company for other reasons - a lap to lay their head in, to be held close without expectation, or simply someone to talk to. tighnari's work varies from client to client.

but first and foremost his duty is to make this matra happy, to find what he likes, what he wants. tighnari withdraws his hands from cyno's, only to slide them up his chest and over his shoulders, where tighnari can feel that he is tense. clearly, he needs this. gently, he begins rubbing his padded fingertips into the matra's shoulders and the nape of his neck, gently working out the knots in his muscles. ]

But first of all - what would you like me to call you?

Mhm.

[ That answer isn't as helpful as he expected it might be; some pointers would have been nice since whatever his heart desires is as vague as it can only get. He wants to be efficient and rested for work, that's for sure. Ironically, Tighnari might know better than him what he needs. It proves to be true soon enough when the courtesan's hands are working on his tense muscles that gradually start to relax under the careful, attentive touch. ]

Cyno. [ It's such a struggle when he wants to examine the room, touch Tighnari himself, and keep talking to him at the same time. ] I want... to forget about everything that's bothering me.

[ It's also terribly vague, but it's his best attempt at putting it into words. ]

[ hmm, a tough nut to crack, isn't he? but that's all right, tighnari doesn't mind unraveling a little mystery. some people come here not knowing what they want, and it's tighnari's job to find out what that thing is, to learn his partner's tells and body language, and right now, cyno is telling him plenty in the way he begins to relax, his shoulders losing some of their tension beneath tighnari's practiced hands.

it's a good start. ]

I think we can manage that.

[ he says, with a smile, before his hands are sliding forward again, to begin carefully working open the front of cyno's heavy robes. he's not unfamiliar with akademiya clothing, and how to peel it away - both students and government workers alike enjoy their time here. when he's opened it enough to reveal some skin, tighnari slips his hands inside, coasting his touch against cyno's bare chest, his palms and fingertips soft and well cared for, though even his hands are foxlike, with thickened pads at his palms and fingertips. ]

We have all night to make that happen. Just breathe, and be with me. Let me help you.

[ pressing forward, tighnari tips up his chin to press their lips together, kissing cyno's mouth gently, but firmly, with easy confidence. ]

I assume this isn't the most helpful response.

[ He never intented to explain himself, yet there's something in Tighnari's smile that makes him want to open up, even if just a bit. It's the very first time Cyno experiences anything like this and while his expression might remain neutral, there's a lot going on in his mind. Not that his body remains ignorant to Tighnari's attention. A tingling feeling in his stomach leaves him enthusiastically anticipating the fruit of Tighnari's efforts as he goes through the layers of clothing and finally touches Cyno's bare skin. It's so little, but more than enough to make a soft purr slip past the matra's lips. The thought that these slick, beautiful fingers will be taking care of him all night makes his lips curl in a small smile. ]

Understood.

[ It's a peculiar way to answer, but Cyno can't think of anything else, not when he's already noticed that Tighnari leans in close. His mind goes blank and at first, he remains unresponsive to the kiss before finally putting a bit of pressure of his own, trying to clumsily deepen it. At least, his hands are doing better—instinctively, he rests them on Tighnari's hips, letting one of them slide between his thighs.

Efficient to a fault, this one. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Cyno can't even imagine getting to this point with anyone else, but when he's freed from the layers of his matra uniform, it feels very liberating. Undoubtedly, Tighnari contributes to it, even if Cyno isn't aware of it yet. Between the kiss and his restless hands, he has a lot on his plate already, especially when he didn't take into consideration that he'd have to get through the soft fabric wrapped around Tighnari's hips. Thankfully, the courtesan comes to his help, leaving Cyno wordlessly grateful for this guidance. ]

If this is really what you think, that's alright. I don't want empty compliments. [ After a while, Cyno reminds himself of his own position in this dynamic and murmurs against Tighnari's lips: ] Be honest with me. Always.

[ For some reason, it feels like Tighnari wouldn't just try to allure him with empty words. His fingertips brush over the patch of fur before sliding further down. The soft, warm folds are very enticing and as much as he'd like to see them with his own eyes, Cyno settles for gently rubbing and spreading them apart without slipping any of his fingers in. ]

[ tighnari smiles. it's not uncommon that his clients are forward, but it's a rare thing that they ask him to do the same - most of them do not want honesty, they want tighnari to mold himself into whatever type of person they want him to be. sometimes he obliges them. sometimes he doesn't. it depends on his mood. but if cyno wants his honesty, that is what he'll get. he appreciates it. ]

Don't worry. I'm good at honesty. I meant what I said.

[ though tighnari might have been attempting to flatter him, sure, that doesn't mean he was telling an untruth. he likes confidence. it's sexy, it gives him something to sink his teeth into. but more importantly, cyno's callused fingers are seeking deeper between his legs, and tighnari shivers, his pale thighs tensing, his short, sharp claws pressing into cyno's skin. being touched feels nice. tighnari has long since trained himself to enjoy sex. if he's going to be doing it for a living, he may as well like what he's doing.

dragging his mouth along cyno's jaw, tighnari presses his lips to the matra's ear, his tongue flitting along the sensitive shell. ]

Do you want to take me to bed? [ he purrs, whispering against cyno's ear. ] Or fuck me right here against the wall? Or shall I decide for you?

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[ Even if he can allow himself to order Tighnari around a little, Cyno doesn't want it to be a relationship in which he only takes and doesn't give anything. There's no one here to call him foolish for doing such a thing (unless Tighnari decides to), but even if there was, it wouldn't change anything.

Feeling the courtesan shiver and dig his claws into his skin might not feel like much, but Cyno is alert to every single response. If he wants to forget about all the problems, the matra wants the same for Tighnari, even if it's another silly thing. ]

Bed. [ Until now, it didn't even occur to him that other surfaces are suited for intercourse—this is what he gets for being too focused on his duties. It makes sense, yet it doesn't seem as comfortable as what a bed has to offer. ] I want you to feel comfortable.

[ Considering how his cock is filling up and twitching with anticipation it might be high time to move forward, so he makes the first step, forcing Tighnari to push back a little. ]

Bed it is.

[ that's just fine, by tighnari. cyno presses him forward, and tighnari allows it, carefully guiding cyno past the pool of lotuses and toward his plush and comfortable large bed, draped with knotted fabric. along the way tighnari pushes further at his heavy robes, pushing them off of cyno's body until at last they fall away, baring his beautiful skin. tighnari takes a few moments simply to admire him, to watch the way sleek muscle pulls and shifts beneath his sun-kissed skin. it really is a shame that the matra hide themselves away behind those thick robes; a body like cyno's should be appreciated.

the backs of tighnari's thighs hit the bed, and he sits, dragging his hands down cyno's chest and abdomen, over tight planes of muscle, his gaze drifting briefly to the bulge in his underclothes before tighnari's brown-green eyes flick back up to the matra's face again. gently, he peels down the waistband of his smallclothes to free his cock, before leaning forward, maintaining eye contact as tighnari opens his mouth, dragging his tongue along the underside of cyno's erection, his sharp fangs flashing in the fading light. ]

[ While he doesn't want to interrupt Tighnari, Cyno can't simply ignore the desire to have their lips meet once again, seeking a good moment for a kiss. Considering how busy the courtesan is, however, the chance doesn't come, so he settles for pressing his lips along Tighnari's jaw before he sits.

The hands brushing over his skin leave a warmth bubbling up in his gut in their wake. Shortly, Tighnari surprises him with a bold move and Cyno can't do anything but witness that warm tongue against his cock, Tighnari's eyes shining like two beautiful emeralds. ]

Ah, Ti— [ It's so much to take, his body isn't used to that much attention. Or any attention, really. ] N—Nari...

[ His fingers thread into the courtesan's fingers, lightly massaging his scalp. Jolts of pleasure run through his body and it's a lot, yet he wants even more of this. ]

[ ah, there it is, the sweet response he's craving - his name on cyno's lips, soft and breathless and wanting. it seems he is easily helping the matra forget his problems and woes with nothing but the warmth of his tongue.

a smile curves his mouth, and tighnari smooths both hands down the fronts of cyno's thighs, feeling hard muscle beneath thin fabric, as he continues his work, washing cyno's cock with gentle kitten licks, nuzzling nose and mouth to his tip, tasting the dark salt of his precum. all the while his eyes are up, his pupils wide and dark, watching cyno's face, reading his reactions. ]

Are you a virgin?

[ a bold question, but cyno had asked for honesty. there's no judgment in tighnari's voice. plenty of virgins trickle into the brothel, eager to learn. ]

[ There's a lot to read—Cyno's expression is only the beginning, really. The uncontrolled, soft pants and groans that slip past his slightly parted lips and his thighs squeezing together when Tighnari continues to tend to his hard cock are additional cues that Cyno can't really hide. ]

I am.

[ Having asked for honesty, Cyno offers the same in return. There's no ounce of embarrassment in that answer, even if his voice is a bit breathy after all the licks he's received from Tighnari. ]

I'll make sure that my performance is satisfactory, though.

[ no, he can't hide them at all, not from tighnari's prying, knowing eyes. cyno gives his answer, and tighnari simply nods. there's no shame in it, everyone has to start somewhere, and he's more than happy to be this handsome matra's introduction to the colorful world of physical pleasure. ]

If there's anything you'd like to know, don't be afraid to ask.

[ tighnari is more than happy to play teacher, to guide him and show him how to bring pleasure to another person, how to experience pleasure himself. lifting his head, tighnari replaces his mouth with his hand, curling his fingers around cyno's cock and squeezing gently, stroking from root to tip, his palm soft and supple. meanwhile, his free hand slides along cyno's stomach, tracing planes of muscle. he leans his head into cyno's touch, nuzzling his palm while his hand continues to work, fingertips gathering precum to lubricate his strokes. ]

Try not to worry too much about your performance. I just want you to enjoy yourself.

I want to taste you.

[ If Tighnari expected a question, there will be time for these for sure. Cyno just needs to process everything, so for now he's simply going to lean on his instincts, which actually got him quite far already. Remembering how wet Tighnari was when he touched his pussy is something that left an impression on him. ]

Your hand... [ Cyno closes his eyes, letting a wave of pleasure wash over him. The closer he gets to climaxing, the more he wants to draw it out, but there's only so little he can do when Tighnari's skillful hand strokes his dick. The softness of his beans feels incredibly good which is the main reason he doesn't want to finish too quick, but soon enough ribbons of cum spurt from the tip as he moans. ] Tigh...nari...

[ His fingers curl around the hair strands, tugging them a bit roughly—something Cyno didn't plan out doing, really. His thighs are a bit shaky for a moment, overwhelmed by the pleasure. ]

I... will always ask for you.

[ Even the matra recognizes that these words are foolish, but it's too late to take them back, even if the sentiment is genuine. ]

[ 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.

[ Catching a glimpse of his own cum on Tighnari's cheek does something to him, something he's not quite familiar with just yet. Seeing the courtesan lick him clean so earnestly only makes that sensation stronger. So does the question accompanied with a tug. ]

I do. I want to be yours.

[ He has his duties, but being Tighnari's for the night sounds quite enticing. Being ordered doesn't bother him in the least, not with Tighnari sprawled on the bed, his legs spread wide just for the matra. He kneels on top of the bed right away, positioning his head between the courtesan's thighs. There are so many things he wants to try, but to satisfy at least some of his curiosity, Cyno spreads Tighnari's pussy with his fingers and gives him a long, slow lick. ]

[ there's something very empowering about so easily controlling a man so powerful. cyno folds to him so easily, and it gives tighnari a little thrill that shoots straight between his thighs, where warmth blooms. tighnari's face is warm as he watches cyno approach, dropping down between his opened legs, and it isn't long before he feels that eager tongue. a soft breath catches in tighnari's throat and he tenses, his feet arching away from the plush mattress. ]

That's good.. a little higher.

[ his voice is a murmur, his ears folding back against his head as he slips the fingers of one hand into cyno's hair, and once that wicked tongue brushes his swollen clit tighnari whines, his claws gently pricking cyno's scalp. ]

Yes, mmn.. right there. Good boy..

[ The instructions are quite helpful, actually. Someone else might have found them offending, but Cyno doesn't think of them that way. Tighnari is more experienced in his field and he accepts that, wanting to learn about what he enjoys the most.

Being called a good boy is that kind of praise that shouldn't affect him at this point. When it spills from Tighnari's lips, however, it's much more meaningful for some reason. That whine was quite delightful as well, which pushes Cyno to try something else—with his mouth pressed around Tighnari's clit, he starts sucking lightly, as if to see if this is more effective than the lick. ]

[ it is absolutely more effective than the lick. all at once tighnari arches, his hand in cyno's hair squeezing more tightly, his ears pressing back hard against his skull. for a moment his vision is pleasantly spotty, warm pleasure washing over his body, a soft moan passing his lips. ]

Good, good..

[ mm. he smooths his thumb along cyno's cheek, rocking his hips gently upward. cyno is taking his orders easily, carrying them out with zeal, and tighnari's pleased purr is evident. ]

Now.. slide your fingers into me.

[ Disobeying an order as a matra would have serious consequences, but these rules do not apply here, in Tighnari's room. Cyno raises his head just slightly and looks at the courtesan from under his lashes. ]

Not yet.

[ Then, without any prior warning, the matra lifts Tighnari's hips and gives him small, kitten lick between the folds, making sure to tease his clit as well. Perhaps he is going ahead of himself, but it would be nice to hear more of these purrs coming past Tighnari's lips. ]