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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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[ 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. ]

[ tighnari's brows lift. ]

Defying me, are we?

[ he says, sharp and feisty, but there's no real bite to his words. he meant it when he said he wanted cyno to enjoy himself, and if he's gaining confidence to do things on his own, all the better. his hips are hefted up, and tighnari slides his slim legs over cyno's shoulders, his heels pressing into the matra's back, his breath coming more quickly. ]

As you wish..

This is what I want to try. [ He presses a gentle kiss against his pussy. ] I won't take long.

[ There's a chance that simply following Tighnari's orders would get him the same result—coaxing that purr out once again, namely—yet Cyno chooses the somewhat more challenging route. Considering his lack of skill, he might not give Tighnari as much pleasure as he would like to. That doesn't discourage him from pushing his tongue in and out, enjoying the warmth and wetness. ]

[ if this is what cyno wants, far be it for tighnari to deny him. in the end, cyno is his client, and that means that whatever he wants is for tighnari to provide.

thankfully, he can hardly say no to a mouth between his thighs, warm and eager to please him. tighnari closes his eyes and at last rests himself back against the bed, lying back like a princess waiting to be pleased. his free hand now slips into cyno's hair as well, grasping tightly, tighnari's hips beginning to rock upward, and when he feels cyno's tongue press into his body he keens, his slick pussy pulsing against cyno's mouth, his breath coming in harsh gasps. he loves a client that loves to please him, too. ]

Please.. don't stop.

[ That soft plea doesn't fall on deaf ears—if anything, Cyno doubles his efforts, making sure to work his tongue relentlessly, adding a kiss whenever he feels like it. Since Tighnari enjoyed sucking the most from what he observed, Cyno doesn't shy away from doing that, stimulating his swollen clit with his mouth and tongue alike, applying more pressure.

After a little while, Cyno finally decides to follow the order and slides his index finger along Tighnari's slit to coat it in the slick gathered there. ]

Do you still want it, Tighnari?

[ cyno might be new to this, but tighnari would never know it, for how well the matra works him over, suckling at his clit with just the right amount of pressure, reading tighnari's body perfectly, gauging every reaction, every arch and whine and purr. it isn't long before tighnari is squirming beneath him, his fair skin dewy with sweat, and flushed pleasingly warm. ]

Yes. Yes.

[ that fingertip along his slit makes him shudder, and tighnari cants his hips upward, eager for it, a soft moan rolling off his tongue. ]

You sound so nice.

[ Before long, Cyno's finger slips inside, perhaps a little bit too slowly, but he wants to make sure to catch every single change of expression or any sound that might come past Tighnari's lips. Steadily working the courtesan's core, he keeps switching between his tongue and thumb when it comes to teasing his clit, carefully observing what Tighnari's response to that change would be. ]

[ by the time cyno finally slides a finger into his body, tighnari is incredibly wet, so slick that cyno slides easily, gliding deep within his body, slowly, so slowly. tighnari is not terribly patient by nature, so this is certainly giving him a lesson in it, but he allows cyno to take his time, to use him as he sees fit, to touch him as he pleases.

it's worth it. cyno is so attentive, so careful, paying close attention to tighnari's body to learn how to please him. before tighnari knows it he is purring, the sound vibrating in his throat and chest, and his hips fall into a rocking rhythm, each exhale a low whimper. if cyno likes the noises he's making, tighnari will happily give him more. ]

Mmm, that's good, fuck me, please..

Are you going to be satisfied with just my fingers?

[ This might sound like a loaded question even though it's not that. Actually, Cyno isn't sure why he asked that. Could it be that he wanted to hear how much Tighnari desires him? Someone as beautiful as the courtesan wanting him is a little overwhelming, but definitely in a good way. He's never bothered about such feelings, but it's different with Tighnari, even if Cyno doesn't understand his own motivations.

In the meantime, giving pleasure to Tighnari has left him quite hard, his cock heavy between his legs. ]

[ 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?

[ His status as a firstcomer isn't a secret anymore, but even Cyno realizes that his question was a bit awkward. Still, Tighnari is very patient with him for which the matra is very grateful. Acting instinctively, he straightens his back and licks his lips thoroughly for the courtesan to see before leaning in for a brief, somewhat chaste kiss. ]

Was that an order? [ He laughs quietly against Tighnari's jaw once the kiss is broken. There's no way for him to know, but Cyno hasn't been amused for quite a while. ] I will gladly do it.

[ The matra pulls away to make sure that nothing will block his vision while the tip of his erect cock is rubbing between Tighnari's folds, teasing him a little. ]

[ tighnari watches avidly as cyno licks his lips, clearing away the sweet slick left there. for someone who's never gone down on anyone before, cyno was quite good, working tighnari up well, until he's ready and aching to be fucked. ]

Do it, then..

[ he murmurs, both of his hands lifting to tangle in cyno's hair, holding fast. he can feel the tip of his cock gliding against his sensitive slit, and tighnari whines, squirming, locking his thighs around cyno's hips, arching. he's warm and flushed all over, begging with his body. ]

Take me, Cyno. I'm yours.

[ Before coming to the brothel, Cyno doubted that his body and mind can relax. Always focused on work, he just couldn't imagine himself being close to anyone. And now, he has Tighnari clinging to him, pleading to be taken by no one else but him. While he keeps in mind that he paid for Tighnari and his time, he can't shake off the feeling that there's something more to it, something that will eventually bloom and change his life completely. ]

Until morning. [ He chuckles softly, but he's grateful for these words, even if they might not mean much to Tighnari. ] Thank you for being patient.

[ Holding the base of his cock, Cyno pushes the tip deeper inside, slowly. After a moment, it dawns on him that he could be probably a bit rougher and that taking his time might not be necessary with an experienced courtesan, but this pace feels right. Still, he's curious about Tighnari's preferences, so after a while he murmurs: ]

How do you like it the most? Slow and gentle or fast and rough?

[ until morning indeed - but tighnari plans to do his job well, to keep cyno happy, satisfied and distracted all night. cyno finally begins pressing into his body, and tighnari gives a soft groan, arching his hips, pressing his feet down into the bed. then cyno is presenting his question, and tighnari is.. thoughtful.

how does he like it most? that's a difficult question, and really, it very much depends on tighnari's current mood. there are merits to both slow and gentle, and fast and rough, and tighnari isn't sure he could choose a favorite, but.. right now? hmm.

his lidded eyes find cyno's face, and tighnari lifts his arms, smoothing his hands against cyno's bare chest. ]

Take me slowly. Take your time.

[ Cyno remains almost perfectly still waiting for the answer, only his chest rises and falls, his golden eyes focused only on Tighnari as if they were the only people alive. As far as he's concerned, that's how he wants it to be for the night. It's quite surprising how his mind can adjust and forget about his duties, his mentor, everything that involves being a matra so easily. It never happened before, but it looks like Tighnari has put a spell on him.

And he most certainly doesn't want to break it. ]

Alright.

[ Cyno leans in, his lips trailing a path of kisses down the courtesan's neck while his hips sway slowly, his hard cock enveloped in a pleasant warmth of Tighnari's inner walls. This pace allows him to take his time to do one more thing—learn Tighnari's body with his lips, something he's very enthusiastic about as well. ]

I hope you're not just being thoughtful because of my lack of experience.

You asked for honesty, didn't you?

[ tighnari chuckles, though it's followed quickly by a soft gasp as cyno presses more deeply into him, tighnari's body yielding gently to the intrusion. his thighs spread wider, his back arching away from the bed as he rocks his body upwards. he's nice and wet, cyno's cock glides easily into his body, and tighnari shudders. ]

How does it feel?

[ he hasn't forgotten that this is cyno's first time, after all, and tighnari wants it to be good for him, wants it to be everything he's ever wanted. those kisses down his neck make tighnari purr sweetly, and he closes his arms around cyno's shoulders, keeping him close, dragging his mouth against cyno's ear, curling his tongue against it. ]

I did. And I'll continue to ask for it everytime we meet.

[ This certainly isn't his only visit to the brothel, or, more specifically, to this room. Every single reaction of Tighnari's, even the shortest one, doesn't escape Cyno who remains attentive to the courtesan. It's truly foolish to think that they might be just made for each other when he's one of the many clients—something that doesn't bother Cyno yet, but it's just a matter of time, really. ]

Wonderful so far. You're so wet for me, Tighnari... I want to make you feel good...

[ Being the client doesn't prevent him from thinking about Tighnari's pleasure, even if their dynamic would justify Cyno only taking care of satisfying his own needs. ]