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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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[ 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.

[ At first, Cyno doesn't understand what's so surprising about his request. Could it mean that Tighnari's customers aren't interested in him? That would make absolutely no sense. They might not want to know about any other courtesan, but Tighnari is special. Not that the young matra has any experience with other ones. Nonetheless, he tries not to judge other people so quickly, but it's just illogical. ]

Do you like card games?

[ It's the first question that comes to his mind and he just goes with it, even though after hearing it, Cyno feels silly. ]

[ that... isn't the question he expects to be asked, by a man whose cock is still inside of him. tighnari's brows lift high.

but then he smiles. ]

I do.

[ He didn't expect to talk about card games with his dick in a courtesan's pussy tonight or ever really, but here they are. ]

We could have a duel or two sometime. Or do something else you enjoy, too. Like having a drink or... anything else, really. It doesn't have to be just sex.

[ Cyno finds himself wanting to know every little detail about Tighnari already. For the time being, he's going to blame his occupation for that, rather than recognize his own feelings, though. ]

[ well, it's certainly not the weirdest thing that's happened to him in his life.. ]

I'd like that. I'd be happy to play against you, sometime.

[ that cyno could seek him for something apart from sex is.. not entirely surprising. he has many clients that often prefer to simply talk, or spend time with him, some that have never even wanted sex at all. it's not so uncommon as one might think. with one hand, tighnari brushes the pale hair from cyno's beautiful, intense eyes. ]

What I enjoy, hmm? Well, I like to read, and tend to my plants. Both of those would likely be quite boring for you, though.

Can you tell just by looking at me?

[ It's not that they've spent a lot of time together compared to Tighnari's other clients about whom Cyno doesn't really want to think about now. Nonetheless, the courtesan is quite observant and Cyno has to admit watching someone tend to plants isn't something he regarded as a pleasant pastime.

Until he met Nari.

With his eyes fixed on the courtesan, Cyno murmurs: ]

I wouldn't mind just... watching you while you do either of these.

[ If he could just sit somewhere in this room and watch Tighnari water the plants, read a book, or even get dressed... well, the matra realizes that he would like that very much. ]

Maybe.

[ tighnari breathes a chuckle, his warm thighs squeezing tightly around cyno's waist, keeping him close. cyno seems like the type of client that simply.. enjoys companionship. clearly the sex is interesting to him, of course, but tighnari guesses that there's more to it than that, that he's simply.. lonely, and has found that there is solace here in tighnari's arms. he's happy to offer it.

with a hum, he drags his nose alongside cyno's, purring softly, nuzzling his face. ]

Well, I'd be more than happy to show you, if you like. The flowers are always in need of looking after.

I expected a more definite answer.

[ But he's going to take that maybe and try not to think about it too much, even though he's pretty sure he's exposed himself to Tighnari in more ways than one. ]

Not just flowers...

[ Cyno gently caresses the courtesan's cheek with the back of his hand before pressing his lips against Tighnari's in an affectionate kiss. ]

I... [ Asking for this might be a bit too much for him and his pride, but one look at Tighnari makes him forget about the things that hold him back. ] I want more from you tonight. Would that be alright?

[ 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. ]