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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 can feel cyno getting more and more worked up, growing closer and closer to the edge with him, and tighnari goads him on with the movement of his body, snapping his hips upward to meet every downward thrust of cyno's. ]

That's good, that's good, there's my good boy..

[ he murmurs, praising, while his fingers between them rub harder at his clit, electric shocks of pleasure coursing through his pelvis. ]

Come for me -

[ but he hardly needs to ask. after only a few more seconds cyno is pumping him full, and the rush of wet heat is enough to send tighnari over the edge. with a soft cry he tenses, his pussy snapping tight as he comes, and comes hard, sweet bliss crashing over his head. his body pulses rhythmically around cyno's cock, squeezing him, pulling him deeper, holding him so tightly it feels as if he'll never let go. cyno breathes those sweet, soft nicknames, and tighnari smiles for him, arching prettily, still rolling his fingertips against his clit to milk out every last wave of pleasure. ]

You're good. I mean it.

It's because... you guided me...

[ Cyno is still catching his breath, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He rests his head in the crook of Tighnari's neck, warming his skin as he exhales, letting himself bask in the afterglow for a while. Since it felt so good, Cyno finds himself thinking about doing it again, as many times as possible before the morning comes. Still, just resting with Tighnari like this feels nice, too. ]

Being inside of you feels so... so amazing...

Give yourself a little more credit.

[ tighnari chuckles, and when cyno sinks against him, he wraps both arms around cyno's shoulders, holding him near, nuzzling against his jaw. his thighs stay pressed tightly to the matra's hips to keep him close, to keep him inside. ]

You're very attentive.

[ even with guidance, not every client is able to make tighnari come. cyno is sweet and he pays attention, he wants to please tighnari, and that makes all the difference. smiling against his skin, tighnari presses warm kisses to the line of cyno's jaw, still panting against his hair. ]

And you feel good too, my matra.. so warm and full. You can come back to me any time you wish.

It could cost me my life if I wasn't.

[ The response is somewhat automatic and just a little while later his cheeks are flushed. Surely, that logic applies to his missions as the matra, but here it's different. ]

I mean... I enjoy watching you. [ This is probably a more suitable answer to this situation. At the same time, it's how he genuinely feels like, too. ] I don't think you could fake these reactions. Well... maybe you could, I don't know much about your field of work.

[ Cyno relaxes against Tighnari, purring after being spoiled with these isses. ]

I will come back whenever I can. You're really... exceptional.

[ tighnari's heart twists in his chest, a little, going out to cyno with ease. many matra have walked these halls before, and many more still will, after cyno - their jobs are difficult, stressful, even violent. it's no wonder they seek the perfumed comforts of sumeru's finest brothel.

gently, tighnari's hands move against cyno's back, padded fingertips rubbing into tense muscles, helping to ease the tension from them. ]

I'm nothing special. I'm just a courtesan.

[ he's good at his job, yes, tighnari can admit to that much, but much of what cyno's saying he's sure is brought on only by the sweet afterglow of their pleasure. tighnari's kisses continue, moving to the corner of cyno's mouth, seeking his lips. ]

You're the one out there protecting Sumeru. Being a matra is often a thankless job.

Give yourself a little more credit.

[ Using Tighnari's words in a response feels somewhat satisfying, especially after maing the atmosphere so heavy with what he said earlier. The massage is very much appreciated as well as the kisses. Tighnari's search for Cyno's lips is rewarded with a kiss, deep and slow. ]

I meant what I said, Tighnari. [ For a moment, he catches the courtesan's bottom lip between his own and lightly sucks on it. ] You're exceptional. Thank you for your kind words, though. It's rather rare to hear something like that.

[ His job is indeed thankless, yet Cyno doesn't pay any heed to the misguided scholar's that cure on the matras. ]

It's very likely that I would have never met you if you were someone else.

Very clever..

[ using his own words against him like that! it's enough to make tighnari smirk. that kiss is distracting, however, and tighnari hums into it and begins to purr, the sound rumbling gently in his chest, and vibrating through his words. ]

Well, I'm glad you think so.

[ a soft, pleased little noise against cyno's mouth, one of tighnari's hands sliding into his pale hair, long fingers sinking deep - he has such nice hair, so thick and fluffy. tighnari's tail flicks, thumping happily against the mattress. ]

You're far too sweet for your own good. But you've met me now, haven't you?

I'm trying my best.

[ Cyno offers him a fond smile before leaning in to kiss his ear and then chuckle after hearing that comment. ]

Sweet? That's new. No one would dare think that of me, not to mention say something like this to my face.

[ He'd suggest asking other matras that come to the brothel, yet something is telling him that Tighnari might come up with this idea on his own assuming he's even interested. ]

Tell me something about you. These plants... why do you like them so much?

Well, clearly they don't see what I see in you. Or you don't show them what's beneath that matra's mask of yours. But you asked for honesty, so that's what I'm giving you.

[ and cyno is, in fact, very sweet. at least to tighnari's eyes. he's been nothing but gentle and kind since the moment they entered this room together, asking honesty of tighnari, handling him so softly, wanting him to find his own pleasure. these are things that most of his patrons do not bother to do.

tighnari's ear flicks playfully against cyno's mouth, and he chuckles, brushing the pale hair from his eyes. ]

And my plants? I've just.. always loved them, ever since I was small. The only thing my parents were able to leave me was a book on botany, so I devoured it over and over again. I think they're beautiful.

[ Rather than continuing the topic regarding him and how he is perceived by the matras, Cyno prefers to focus on Tighnari and his love for botany. It's far more interesting and he's been meaning to ask about it for a while now. ]

Is there any plant you would like to have but you couldn't get your hands on? [ The collection is really impressive already, so he's asking just in case. ] I really like that one. I haven't seen anything like it before.

[ With his head, he points to the doors where the brugmansia tree grows. ]

[ well, this is certainly new. they've just made love, and cyno is asking after his plants. no client has ever really showed interest in them before. tighnari smiles brightly. ]

Brugmansia suaveolens, commonly known as Angel's Trumpet, or Angel's Tears. It can be used for its analgesic effects, among other things, but very carefully, as every part of the plant is toxic. Its scent is lovely.

[ his smile curves, tighnari's hands smoothing down cyno's bare chest. ]

Beautiful, isn't it? And quite deadly.

[ The price of examining the plant is leaving Tighnari behind alone in his warm, comfortable bed and Cyno defintiely isn't ready for that kind of sacrifice. Still, he takes a mental note to check it in the morning. ]

It truly is. [ The matra takes Tighnari's hand in his own and presses a few kisses against his palm. ] I wonder if it is right to say that you could be quite deadly too if you put your mind to it? You're certainly as beautiful as brugmansia, if not more.

[ This might or might not be his awkward attempt at flirting. ]

[ tighnari can only chuckle softly. cyno certainly isn't the first to lavish him with praise when it comes to his beauty, and he certainly won't be the last, yet somehow it feels more.. genuine, coming from him, than it normally does when he hears it from others. maybe it's due to the fact that his delivery is so awkward - he wouldn't be saying it unless he meant it. tighnari's thumb smooths gently over cyno's cheek. ]

Deadly, hmm? Maybe I'm cut out to be a matra, as well. What do you think?

[ he laughs, his free hand slipping into cyno's hair, claws scratching lightly at his scalp. his thighs still pressed against the matra's hips, warm and strong. ]

Would you like to recruit me?

[ His first impulse is to tell Tighnari that he's not cut out to be a matra at all and put an end to this subject quite abruptly. Cyno wouldn't want him to be in the center of a dangerous situation, that's for sure. He lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes for a moment. ]

Can you use any weapons? Without that, your chances of becoming a matra are near zero.

[ Of course Cyno takes a hypothetical situation seriously. ]

I'm quite good with a bow, in fact.

[ tighnari says, through a grin; cyno's certainly taking this quite seriously, isn't he? taking his face between both hands, tighnari pulls his face in close to kiss his mouth, slow and soft and easy. ]

But don't worry, you won't have me in your hair. I've no interest in working for the Akademiya.

[ he shifts beneath cyno's body, arching his hips; now that they've cooled off, he can feel the trickle of spend down is thigh. ]

And you never told me how it felt. How you liked it. Did you enjoy yourself, with me?

[ If anything, Cyno is relieved that Tighnari could defend himself if it was necessary. It actually makes a lot of sense for his nimble fingers to know how to draw a bow and Cyno actually takes a moment trying to imagine that. ]

It's a thankless job, just as you said. I wouldn't want that for you.

[ Considering that the number of researchers that he has to pursue keeps increasing, the Akademiya certainly isn't the best organization to be associated with. ]

Did I enjoy myself? [ Cyno repeats, his lips curled up in a smile. ] I've never felt so good before. I want more, but... I want to talk to you, too.

[ cyno's small smile brightens tighnari's own. ]

Good thing for you, then, that we have all night.

[ and some of the morning, too. tighnari won't boot cyno out the moment the sun rises, after all. they have until around noon. with a soft hum, tighnari presses a line of kisses over the rise of cyno's cheek, each one gentle and warm. ]

We can talk all you like.

[ As much as curious he is about Tighnari's other clients and their preferences—which, admittedly, is rare for him to think about other people's business so much—Cyno decides against asking about them to maintain the illusion that it's just two of them and the whole world cease to exist. It's absurd, but perhaps he can allow himself to be a fool every once in a while. ]

Mmm... [ The kisses feel so nice that he can't hold himself back from humming. ] Is there any plant you would like to have here? Or perhaps a book on botany that you woud like to read?

[ cyno reacts well to the kisses, so tighnari continues on with them, nuzzling warmly to his jaw, pressing his lips to the corner of cyno's mouth, and all the while his hand moves through that thick, silky white hair. ]

Any kind of plant..? Hmm.

[ tighnari is already quite happy with his collection, but of course he could always have more. his mouth turns down into a thoughtful little frown. ]

I suppose.. something native to the other nations. Orchids from Inazuma, or Mondstadt's Cecelias or Windwheel Asters. Qingxin is also beautiful, and useful. Why?

Mmm... [ It's nearly impossible to stay silent when Tighnari is showering him with so much affection. ] I was just curious.

[ The way he looks away with his cheeks flushed can mean only one thing—he's going to make efforts to obtain at least one, if not all of these plants. ]

I can't imagine that you can travel a lot considering your occupation.

[ On the other hand, that might just be his impression. He doesn't really now much about being a courtesan. ]

[ tighnari's eyes narrow suspiciously, but he says nothing, for the moment. ]

No, not particularly. I've had clients take me along on vacations here and there, but none out of Sumeru.

[ smiling, tighnari smooths one hand down cyno's back. ]

What about you? Have you traveled?

[ Why does he want to ask for these clients names all of a sudden? His expression remains mostly the same, save for him biting his lower lip just for a few seconds. ]

I... I see.

[ It's so bizarre. Shouldn't he be happy that Tighnari got a chance to travel, even if he didn't cross Sumeru's borders? Alas, for some reason, he can't give him more than a nod. ]

Only around Sumeru, but it was always for work. So you might have seen more places than me, actually.

[ ah. cyno doesn't want to hear about his previous clients. understood. tighnari makes a mental note not to mention them again, to maintain the sweet illusion that there are only the two of them. ]

Mm. Perhaps. But I'm sure a matra's work takes you all sorts of places, hm?

[ tighnari shifts, his hips rocking upward again with a sweet, soft hum in an attempt to distract him, and bring him back into the moment. ]

[ It seems that Tighnari realizes how much mentioning the other clients bothers Cyno way before the matra does. For a few moments here, he looks a bit absent, even though his fingers are carding through Tighnari's silky hair. ]

My work? [ Tighnari's hips meeting his own definitely helps with pushing the thoughts about the nature of the courtesan's work aside. ] It does, but it's mostly the desert. I... I don't want to talk about work tonight, if that's not an issue.

[ He understands that Tighnari might be curious, but considering his recent shortcomings, he'd rather avoid the subject. ]

I want to know more about you.

Me?

[ he's surprised to hear that cyno doesn't want to talk about his work. about himself. most of tighnari's clients prefer to pour their hearts out when they can, and use him to calm the aches in their hearts. not so cyno, it would seem. he's a curious creature, isn't he..?

but tighnari doesn't mind, even if his mind is racing to land on a topic. he buries himself first with a soft purr when cyno's fingers card through his hair, and tighnari turns his head to nuzzle against his rough palm. ]

What would you like to know? I've not lived a terribly interesting life.