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Tighnari occupied his hands with the dishes, thinking over the events of the day. Cyno had a good idea of who was behind this and Tighnari couldn’t help but feel like he’d seen that man before. He saw the paper with his face on it in his mind. He was young and handsome, short dark hair and thin wire framed glasses perched on the bridge of a sharp nose. Tighnari went over the image again and again until it clicked. He did recognize him; he’d been one of the Matra guards who’d been stationed outside of Cyno’s home while he was still comatose! He’d been the man who’d asked about Cyno’s condition.
He felt hands cage his waist as Cyno came to stand behind him. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, his warm breath on the skin of Tighnari’s neck.
“That Matra,” Tighnari started as he finished the last bowl and set it to dry. “What’s his name?”
“Hamza. Why?”
“I’ve seen him before.” Tighnari supplied. “He was one of the Matra stationed outside during your coma. He was the only one who ever asked me how you were doing.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I lied.” Cyno’s hands came to wrap all the way around him, pulling him back against his chest. Tighnari let himself be pulled. “I told him you were faring poorly.”
“Good.” He felt Cyno’s lips on the nape of his neck, a chaste kiss but one that set butterflies free in Tighnari’s chest and ignited a flame in his belly. The kiss moved from his nape to the side of his throat, then to under his jaw.
“Cyno.” He protested though still tilted his head anyway to give him more room. “You should rest.”
“Then tire me out.” He countered and Tighnari couldn’t help the way the words made his stomach swoop. Cyno was going to be stubborn, and he’d already been blocked twice. Tighnari wanted it, he wanted to take him to bed, leave him exhausted and panting and sated, but he was so concerned for Cyno’s health. He didn’t want him to do too much too fast. “Your thoughts are loud, even in your head.” Cyno interrupted his thinking. “I feel fine. My headache went away, I’m not nauseous and I feel steady on my feet. If something changes, I will tell you, I promise.” Tighnari’s self-restraint waned in favor of his own selfish lust.
“You swear?” He asked and he felt the small smile against his skin as Cyno heard his words. He kissed just under Tighnari’s jaw.
“Yes.” Cyno assured him, slipping his hands under Tighnari’s shirt to press his palms to his skin. His touch left white-hot flames in its wake. “I thought you’d never want this.” Cyno confessed before nipping lightly at Tighnari’s throat, it sent a spark of electricity down his spine.
“I’ve always wanted it.” The confession was sweet on his tongue. He had always wanted Cyno, he knew it. Every time Cyno stayed over at his home and they’d wake up tangled together, he’d force himself to leave, convincing himself the fluttering in his chest was nothing. He knew it was a lie.
“I would have given it to you. All you had to do was ask.”
“I was too afraid.” Cyno’s hands drifted up his chest and Tighnari gripped the edge of the counter hard enough for his knuckles to turn white as his fingers grazed over his sensitive nipples. He bit his lip to keep from uttering the shameful noises that threatened to spill from his mouth.
“Seven years.” Cyno whispered behind him. “Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands to myself for seven years?” The whole time? Tighnari had no idea that Cyno had harbored feelings for him for so long. He could have had Cyno in his bed years ago if only he hadn’t been so stubborn, so single minded on his own work to notice. “You had me in a vice from the moment I saw you.”
“Sorry to have made you wait for so long.” Tighnari offered as Cyno’s fingers teased his chest again. This time he couldn’t hold back the desperate gasp as he leaned into his touch.
“I would wait seven more if you asked me to.” Cyno confessed.
“I won’t.” Tighnari rolled his hips back to brush against Cyno’s half hard erection behind him. The breathy sigh that he released against his throat was more than enough encouragement to do it again. Cyno’s hands left his chest, instead gripping hard at his hips, holding him still just as Cyno ground into him. Tighnari couldn’t hold back the strangled gasp. The reality of the moment crashed into him. Cyno was his best friend, had been for seven years and now here he was, eagerly waiting to fuck him. The heat in his belly only got stronger. Any shame that he could have felt melted away as the single-minded goal of letting Cyno ruin him took hold. “I’m on a birth control.” He said. Cyno’s lips on his neck paused.
“What?” He asked.
“It means I want you to cum inside me.” Tighnari knew he’d feel the wicked burn of embarrassment over those words later, but right now, he was anything but concerned about sounding filthy. He couldn't tell if the sound Cyno made was a moan or a growl before Tighnari was roughly being spun around, his back pressed against the edge of the counter as his lips were immediately taken. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, but it was so, so good. His fingers clawed into Cyno’s shirt, desperate to be rid of it as Cyno’s hands traced anywhere they could reach. He hiked Cyno’s shirt up over his chest, tearing it over his head before he threw it archons know where. He was immediately memorizing the feel of Cyno’s skin against his fingertips. He dragged his hands down over Cyno’s abs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his pants before yanking him forward.
“Bedroom.” Cyno’s breathy, panting voice was enough to drive Tighnari mad. He nodded, already feeling the slickness between his legs as they stumbled toward Cyno’s bedroom. The door slammed behind them before Tighnari pushed Cyno to sit on the foot of the bed and climbed into his lap. Cyno’s hands were under his shirt in a second, coaxing it up and over Tighnari head and tossing it somewhere Tighnari couldn’t give less of a fuck about. Cyno’s hands were hot on his skin, his nails raking over Tighnari’s tender flesh as he ground his hips down. They both let out strangled moans as they chased the feeling again. Tighnari couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more worked up, more desperate to fuck something. “How long has it been?” Cyno asked against his lips before his mouth descended to his jaw, nipping at Tighnari’s sensitive skin.
“Months.” He admitted. Tighnari had been working so much he hadn’t had time to think of things like sex. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, because he absolutely did, but it wasn’t anywhere near the top of his ‘must do’ list. Well, it hadn’t been then anyway. Now doing Cyno every opportunity he got was going to be pushing up pretty high. “You?”
“Same.” Cyno agreed. He switched their positions, turning to toss Tighnari onto his back against the bed sheets as Cyno settled between his spread legs. His mouth was on Tighnari’s throat, then his shoulder, then his chest. Tighnari couldn’t believe this was happening. Two days ago, he’d been terrified that Cyno was going to die, now he was about to let him fuck him into the mattress.
“How are you feeling?” He asked through shallow breaths as Cyno hooked his fingers into the waistband of Tighnari’s pants and pulled, yanking them down his legs and off, leaving him bare. Cyno’s eyes raked over him like Tighnari was a five-course meal and he was a starved man.
“Like I want you to cum on my tongue.” He answered, and before Tighnari could argue it, his legs were forced further open as Cyno dragged his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. Any argument Tighnari had was swiftly forgotten as he clawed at the bedsheets above his head. Cyno wasted no time in wrapping his lips around the head of Tighnari’s cock, taking him halfway down before bobbing his head back up. Pleasure shot through his entire body, crackling under his skin as Cyno took him deeper. The moment the tip of his cock hit the back of Cyno’s throat, Tighnari couldn’t help but arch his back as he choked on a moan. Cyno had no pity on him, there was no slow start to get him adjusted to the feeling, he was fully intent on getting Tighnari to the edge as quickly and aggressively as he could. He tried to spread his legs wider when he felt the first touch of fingers to his slick entrance.
Cyno’s fingers were dexterous and experienced as they probed at him. One at first but a second followed quickly after. He stretched him open diligently, crooking his fingers as he searched for the spot he knew would make Tighnari see stars. Tighnari let out a ragged gasp when he found it, his hands shooting from the sheets to Cyno’s hair in an instant. He’d never been this thoroughly fucked out before even having a cock inside him before. Cyno hadn’t even taken off his pants yet and Tighnari was already approaching his first orgasm. He’d never been one to probe into his friends' sex lives, but now he wished he had if this was what Cyno was offering. He would have offered to sleep with him much sooner.
Cyno’s mouth left his cock, aching and slick as it leaked precum, and instead he dotted kisses over the insides of Tighnari’s thighs, sucking marks along the way. His hair kept falling into his face and Tighnari gathered as much of it as he could in his hands, holding it up. He pulled his fingers from inside of Tighnari, much to his disappointment at feeling so empty, but that was quickly forgotten as he felt white hot heat of Cyno’s tongue over his entrance.
“Hah–fuck!” Tighnari exclaimed as he arched his back. Cyno pushed his legs further apart and up as he abused his slick hole with his dexterous tongue. Tighnari would never admit it out loud, but he loved being eaten out. It was a sure-fire way to make him cum, an experienced mouth between his legs, a tongue lapping at his walls, he was incredibly sensitive to it. He didn’t try to hold back his desperate keens and whines as Cyno devoured him. He was a man who knew exactly what he was doing, drinking down Tighnari’s slick like it was a sweet wine as he gripped at the inside of his thighs hard enough to bruise. “C-Cyno! I–fuck hah–I’m–” His brain had officially stopped working, short circuiting under Cyno’s tongue as he licked roughly against his walls.
Tighnari’s orgasm crashed over him, his cock spilling over his belly as he cried out a combination of swears and Cyno’s name. Cyno worked him through it, lapping at him until Tighnari weekly pulled at his hair. He climbed back over Tighnari’s body, kissing over his heated skin as Tighnari caught his breath. He was kissing under Tighnari’s jaw when he spoke. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to taste you like that.” Tighnari’s breath caught in his throat at the words, his fingers clinging to Cyno’s back as he grounded himself. “I knew you’d be sweet.”
“Should have asked you to do it years ago.” Tighnari confessed, well beyond the point of feeling shame.
“I’ll do it every day if you want me to.” That thought brought a new heat to Tighnari’s cheeks. The idea of Cyno visiting every day just to put his head between his legs and wring out as many orgasms as he could from Tighnari’s body. “Do you want to keep going? Or are you done?” Oh, Tighnari was far from done, he wouldn’t be done until he was full of Cyno’s cum.
Emboldened by the aftershocks of his orgasm, Tighnari reached down and cupped Cyno’s aching erection through his pants, stroking it through the fabric and preening at the way Cyno’s breath hitched. “I’m not done until your cum is leaking out of me.” Cyno moaned, honest to God moaned as he rolled his hips into Tighnari’s hand. His spent cock twitched with interest as he began the process of untying the laces of Cyno’s pants, loosening them enough to get the waistband over his hips.
Cyno pulled back to stand on his knees on the bed, pulling down the waistband of his pants until his cock sprang free. Tighnari had seen it before, plenty of times these last three days as he worked to keep Cyno clean, but he’d never seen it hard. It was thick and heavy where it hung between his legs, flushed red at the tip and already leaking precum. Tighnari wanted desperately to wrap his lips around it, to take him down his throat and taste his cum. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, spreading his legs to display his prepared hole. Cyno tossed his pants away, climbing closer so he could properly settle between Tighnari’s spread thighs. He grasped his cock, giving it a few pumps before positioning the head at Tighnari’s entrance.
Tighnari could hardly keep his head up as he felt the first breach of Cyno’s cock inside of him. The burn was delicious, and his jaw fell slack as he allowed himself to lay back down flat on the bed, his hands gripping at the sheets above his head. His tail thumped against the mattress as Cyno pushed in all the way, bottoming out and stilling. They both took a moment to adjust. Cyno leaned down, propping himself on his hands on either side of Tighnari’s head as he connected their lips. Tighnari wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Cyno licked into his mouth, taking Tighnari’s breath away as he gave the first shallow thrust of his hips. He was so big inside Tighnari, he couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so full. Cyno was going to ruin him, he’d never be able to take another man’s cock again after feeling Cyno’s, not that he’d ever want to.
Cyno pulled back until only the head of his cock was sheathed within Tighnari’s body before thrusting roughly back in. Tighnari cried out as pleasure rocked through him. He clenched around Cyno’s cock, on the brink of trembling as he gave another rough thrust. He aimed a little more up, ramming right into Tighnari’s prostate. His back arched off the bed nearly painfully as Cyno set a brutal pace. Tighnari couldn’t get words out if he wanted to, too overcome with pleasure to moan anything but curses, pleas and Cyno’s name. He locked his ankles around Cyno’s hips, holding onto him for dear life as he scratched what were surely going to be angry red lines down his back with every thrust. They weren’t even kissing anymore, just moaning and gasping into each other’s mouths as Cyno fucked him harder.
“Fuck–hah–don’t–don’t stop!” Tighnari cried.
“So–hah–so tight.” Cyno gasped out. “Fuck you every day–fuck–gonna fill you up.” Cyno was rambling and every word he moaned out just heightened Tighnari’s pleasure. He wanted to listen to Cyno’s pleasured ramblings all day, wanted to make him moan and whimper and cry. Next time, he’d take his time taking Cyno apart with his mouth, ride him into ecstasy and edge him until he was begging for release.
“Gonna–hah fuck yes–gonna put a baby in me?” Tighnari swore he felt Cyno get harder inside of him. “Yeah? Gonna–fuck, there, yes there! Gonna breed me? I want it–” Tighnari couldn’t believe the filth that was spilling from his lips, but with the way Cyno fucked into him harder and abused that sweet spot inside of him, the embarrassment he’d feel later was well worth it. “I can’t wait to be swollen with your child.” Cyno’s pace stuttered. Tighnari was rapidly approaching his second orgasm. “C-Cyno,” He stumbled over the pleasure. “Close–fuck hah–so close please!” Immediately Cyno’s hand was around his cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts and it only took a few before Tighnari was cumming again. He clenched tight around Cyno’s cock as he fucked him through his orgasm. His pace stuttered again and after a few more hard thrusts he felt the warmth of Cyno’s cum filling him. Tighnari couldn’t help the moan he let out as he clung to Cyno above him.
Cyno laid his head on Tighnari’s chest as they caught their breaths, his cock softening inside of him. Tighnari ran his fingers through Cyno’s hair. His hips hurt, they were sore from being held open for so long and he was hot, but he was content. “Are you okay?” He asked, his concern for Cyno’s condition returning full force. Cyno took a deep breath before he propped himself up on his elbows, placing a kiss on Tighnari’s cheek before capturing his lips sweetly.
“Never been better.”
Tighnari was reading Hamza’s file over Cyno’s shoulder when there was a knock at the door. He glanced up at the clock in Cyno’s room. It was almost midnight, who the hell was at the door this late? He and Cyno had cleaned up a few hours prior, and Cyno had drawn a warm bath for both of them. Somehow, he’d managed to convince Tighnari onto his cock one more time before they were officially cleaned up and done for the night.
He shuffled out of the bed, Cyno close behind him as they left the bedroom and made their way down the hall to the door. Tighnari peeked out the window to see who it was and was surprised to see Cyrus standing outside. He gave Cyno a look before he pulled open the door.
“Cyrus? Is everything okay?” Tighnari asked as he stepped aside to let Cyrus into the house.
“Hamza has made a grab for your position.” He blurted out quickly, meeting Cyno’s eyes. “If we’re going to move, we need to move soon.” Cyno nodded.
“I have an idea.”