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Despite how little she basked in it, the Light of Ksharewar enjoyed having a moment to herself. Moments when she could tune out the world, relax with some wine, and forget everything for just a moment. Though, she had been trying to cut through her drinking habit– even she could admit that it was a bit of a problem. Al-Haitham did once tell her in the past that her indulgences could become her vice dangerously quickly.
(She would ignore the fact that that statement was soon followed by her drunkenly yelling and wagging her finger at the man in question. That was unrelated, she conceded.)
Her plans that night started simple. An offhand comment about her budding stress turned to two of her friends offering to help her relax after the dust had settled. Surprisingly, Al-Haitham seemed to agree with their offer, but not without saying some unwarranted quip towards Kaveh herself. She’d have to ask him about that later– when she wasn’t preoccupied, that was.
Kaveh stared at herself in the mirror for a terribly long time. Admittedly, she tried to ignore her outward appearance whenever she could, but it felt particularly unavoidable when she was going to visit someone else. She hadn’t seen Cyno or Tighnari since they made their initial offer a week or so ago, and that time and distance only served to make anxiety bubble in her mind.
She removed her hair clips with too-strong tugs, hoping to try something new for the occasion. Messed blonde hair fell down her shoulders haphazardly, brown ends turning almost golden in the lamplight. She didn’t bother to mentally wax about herself for long before she started removing her clothes, averting her gaze from the mirror so as to not have it catch on her body.
Though, eventually, her eyes found herself again. Right then, she was in nothing but a pair of worn brown pants, the belt too tight around her slim waist. Kaveh’s stare darted upwards unconsciously, to her nearly nonexistent chest. Her breasts were inexplicably small and pert, the curve of them noticeably softened by the lighting. The sight of them filled Kaveh with a simultaneous joy and despair; her breasts were tangible now, thank the Archons– but they weren’t nearly as big as she wanted them to be. Maybe she would ask Tighnari about that later– as an Amurta scholar, she was sure he would be more useful to her journey than any overthinking would be.
She wondered for a moment if wearing the singular bra she owned would be worth it. It was a suiting white and appealingly patterned with flowers, a gift from Fontaine that Candace bought for her when she was roughly four months on estrogen. Come to think of it, Kaveh had yet to repay her for the gesture.
When her desire to keep appearances got the better of her, Kaveh clasped on the bra, cringing internally at how tightly it fit around her ribcage. That was one of many “girl things” that she’d be happy to never do.
Finally considering herself presentable, Kaveh took a deep breath, deciding to mindlessly shove her hair into a braid to bring it all together. She looked… nice. Far from atypical, but attractive according to her standards. She relished in the sight for a moment, adjusting her bra strap from over her shirt before flicking the lamp next to her off.
She felt surprisingly calm as she walked out of her room. Evening sunlight streaked through the windows, hitting her skin in the few places it showed, lifting her spirits. It was only when her head turned to the other side of the room that she fell back to Teyvat once again.
“Are you going somewhere?” Al-Haitham asked, lifting his gaze from the book he was reading to examine Kaveh’s form. Ah. Kaveh’s skin flushed at those green eyes peering into her, sensing almost immediately that Al-Haitham knew what she was doing. He always seemed to, somehow.
“If you need to know, I’m going to meet up with Cyno and Tighnari,” she admitted, hoping her slight snark didn’t clip her words too harshly. She strode over to the door awkwardly, hoping to evade Al-Haitham’s questions.
Oh, but it could never be that simple. “Ah. I recall them mentioning something about wanting to help you relax.”
Kaveh turned around and nodded. “They did! I’m surprised that you of all people remembered that.”
“Well, send them my regards,” Al-Haitham turned back to his book nonchalantly, a curious genuineness to the phrase. “And make sure they don’t get too… eager with you.”
At the cryptic knowingness of those words, Kaveh muttered something to herself, her hand meeting the doorknob. As if trying to apologize, Al-Haitham soon snuck in a “goodbye” just before Kaveh left their house. Kaveh’s back nearly hit the door on the way out, and she tried not to imagine how delighted Al-Haitham would most likely be at the prospect.
Little did she know, he was too focused on reading to hardly realize that she’d left.
The trek through Sumeru City was a blessedly short one, the streets not nearly as filled with people as she thought they would be. She wondered why Tighnari insisted on them meeting so late, but she soon chalked it up to mere preference. All three of them did have the tendency towards being night owls, after all. Though, stranger still was the fact that Tighnari also had booked a hotel room for them. Maybe he wanted to save Kaveh the trouble of going all the way to Avidya Forest to meet up with them… or maybe he had something else planned.
By the time she asked for the room number, she was ironically too caught up in her own thoughts to think straight. She supposed that this was what they meant by her needing to relax. Though the process wasn’t optimal, she eventually found the room mentioned to her by the clerk, experimentally knocking on the door three times once she did. She figured that it’d be best to push her nerves away for the moment– that was what this meeting was all about, wasn’t it?
Kaveh didn’t have to wait long before she heard a clicking from the other side of the door, followed by a downward tilt of her head as she locked eyes with Cyno.
He was curiously dressed-down in a way Kaveh had rarely seen beforehand– instead of his typical uniform, he wore a loose-fitting shawl over his torso, the royal purple fabric threatening to spill over his shoulders; and, instead of Kaveh’s smarter pants, a pair of sirwal hung over his hips, gravity pulling them downward. Curious choices, Kaveh thought, focusing for just a bit too long on the General’s body.
“You dressed up for the occasion,” Cyno spoke first, red-orange eyes raking over Kaveh’s form, taking her in.
“So did you,” replied Kaveh, keeping herself at bay as she equally sized Cyno up.
“This is just what I wear when I’m off duty. Come,” Cyno commanded, motioning Kaveh to enter the room with one hand while the other kept steady on the doorknob. She looked around the room as she walked in, long legs striding the distance to the large bed in the center. It was certainly nicer than she expected– larger, too. “I assume Al-Haitham didn’t want to join us?” Cyno asked.
“Nope. He’s resigned to having his nose in a book all night, as usual,” Kaveh replied, flippantly showing off her slight frustration at their previous interaction. The room fell quiet for a moment, punctuated by Cyno’s responding hum as he walked toward the bed. It was then that Kaveh realized something.
“Uh, is Tighnari here?” she asked.
“Yes,” Cyno said abruptly, facing Kaveh once again. “He told me he was going to get us some wine. He’ll be back soon.”
“Oh–” Kaveh blurted out just slightly too loudly, surprised at the sudden display of generosity from the Watchleader. “Alright…”
“He shouldn’t be gone long. Here, take a seat.” Cyno patted the mattress, crawling on top in anticipation for Kaveh to join him.
It took very little time for Kaveh to be pulled into small talk with Cyno. They flowed into topics easily, much like they would at a tavern table or in the House of Daena, sparing Kaveh the need to make things more succinct or exciting. That was something she’d be grateful for, at least– her friends were always willing to lend an ear, guiding her along as she accidentally began to carry the conversation. Cyno hardly minded this, of course– he wasn’t much of a talker by default, so having that weight lifted was just as comforting as having the space to speak was to Kaveh.
Settling into the warm atmosphere, Kaveh soon found her nerves disappearing as she grew more and more comfortable by the second. She usually didn’t struggle to relax around her friends, but for some reason, tonight felt… different. Like she was subtly staring down the barrel of something she had yet to comprehend.
Before she could get too lost in her own head, the two of them heard the door click open.
Cyno instantly perked up at the sight, his eyes widening slightly. “Look who’s here.” he muttered.
“Evening,” Tighnari huffed, nearly slamming the door behind him. As he walked towards the pair, Kaveh couldn’t help but notice that he was in his typical uniform, much unlike Cyno. The casual normality only added to the comfort she was already feeling, and her shoulders quickly slumped downward as Tighnari approached. “Sorry for taking so long.”
“It’s alright,” Kaveh replied. “Cyno kept me busy while you were away.”
“Well, I hope he showed you a good time” –Tighnari’s eyes flickered to Cyno’s form– “and didn’t tell any jokes.”
Cyno clicked his tongue, as if sensing what Tighnari was implying. “Hm. Maybe two.”
Letting Cyno’s reply hang in the air, Tighnari set what he was holding on the bedside table: a fresh bottle of wine, presumably paid for by Tighnari himself. Along with that were three pre-prepared glasses that Kaveh somehow didn’t notice the existence of until right that second.
“Thank you,” she said.
“No problem. I figured that, since we were staying here, I might as well do something with the room service.” Tighnari replied.
“How thoughtful,” Cyno’s fingers ghosted over the bottle as he spoke. “You know, I could’ve paid for this.”
“Oh believe me, I know. But please, let me treat you two– we don’t get to do this often, after all.”
Cyno silently backed off, turning his gaze to Kaveh as Tighnari struggled with the bottle’s cork. As much as she hated to admit it, Tighnari was right– their group meeting up wasn’t terribly uncommon, but between the reconnection with the Temple of Silence and Kaveh’s all-too-common desire to skip hang-outs for the sake of her current projects, they’d grown much scarcer than any of them would like. But, at least they were here now, in this quiet space. In that room, Kaveh couldn’t help how calm and welcomed she felt.
Tighnari ended up not sitting with them, instead opting to stand next to them to make sure he knew when he drank too much. Kaveh took slower sips than usual, basking in the moment and burning in her throat as Tighnari took the reins over the conversation. She only half-listened to what Cyno and Tighnari were discussing, leaning into the matra before she knew it, hanging onto the rasp in his voice with a strange eagerness. He sounded lovely in a way she couldn’t place, his tone blooming with a newfound personality that she hadn’t seen in him months, years ago. Tighnari felt the same way, really– though he was much more conscious about it than her.
Kaveh… tried not to get tipsy. Emphasis on “tried”. But, before she knew it, her eyes swam with an all too familiar cloudiness, staring at Cyno without realizing it. She hadn’t even drank that much, and yet here she was, nagging at herself to put the wine glass down before things got ugly, before she ruined the night for everyone.
Cyno and Tighnari, however, were moving positively swimmingly. If Kaveh had somehow forgotten the fact that they were together, she’d certainly remember it now, seeing Tighnari’s smile sweetly at the matra before leaning into him, whispering Archons-know-what to him. She wasn’t nosy enough to ask, that was for sure.
It took her a solid five seconds to realize that they were kissing right then, and only because Cyno handed his glass to her directly beforehand. She was hardly even shocked– it certainly hadn’t been the first time they ever kissed in front of her– but still, it felt… unusual to look at. An inexplicable pit in her stomach formed as she looked on, watching Tighnari deepen the kiss, threading his fingers in Cyno’s hair.
Without thinking, Kaveh cleared her throat, bringing one hand to her wine-stained mouth while averting her eyes from the couple’s display. That was finally what separated them, Cyno’s expression growing quite a bit more embarrassed than Tighnari’s.
“Sorry, I… I-I wasn’t expecting you two to do that… here,” Kaveh stammered out, pausing every other word to reconsider what she was saying.
“Are we… making you uncomfortable?” Tighnari asked, his tone displaying a much clearer hint of sobriety than Kaveh anticipated.
All three of them being barely tipsy made the inhibitions in the room melt away– and so, Kaveh hardly hesitated with what she said next. “No, don’t worry. Quite the opposite, actually.”
“Oh?” Tighnari nearly purred, moving away from Cyno to face Kaveh directly. “Don’t tell me you enjoyed watching us.”
“No, it’s not that! It’s just, I enjoy the fact that you two feel this comfortable around me to be so… intimate with one another. That’s– That’s…”
…When did Tighnari get so close to her?
In some way, Kaveh had long seen this coming. Tighnari was rarely implicit or meek with what he wanted, and when he offered to help Kaveh relieve her stress… Well, he had a certain, unmistakable voice. One that haunted Kaveh in the days to come, an unspoken promise of more that was just nearly in her grasp. One that rang in Kaveh’s ears as Tighnari moved in closer, tilting his head curiously at her incomplete sentence.
“Are you still stressed?” Tighnari asked simply, meaninglessly, practically feeling the way the sudden tension prickled up Kaveh’s spine at his words. Oh, she was– but for a wholly different reason this time.
Silently, she nodded, red eyes peering at Tighnari through her lashes. “Well, if that’s the case, then we can still help,” Tighnari continued, looking back at his neglected lover. “Don’t you agree, Cyno?”
The matra hummed, his eyes meeting Tighnari’s. He’d done nothing but sit there the entire time, as if waiting for TIghnari to take the lead for him. A total opposite to the Cyno that Kaveh usually knew, though Tighnari seemed wholly expecting of it.
The word “help” flashed in Kaveh’s mind again and again, the boundless implications making her face flush an adorable pink as she took it all in. She rarely considered herself the type to be complimented on her looks, much less so overtly flirted with, and that fact only served to stun her into silence even farther.
“What… What are you getting at here?” was all she could get out, instantly followed by her mentally berating herself for saying something so stupid. Tighnari didn’t waste time explaining himself, instead opting to silently gesture toward Cyno, beckoning him to move closer to the architect. He obeyed almost instantly, crawling across the bed to meet her, red meeting red and making Kaveh’s face burn.
“Do you want this?” Tighnari asked, forcing Kaveh’s stare with a gentle, encouraging tilt of her soft cheek. The words hung in the air for a few long moments, Tighnari’s eyes boring holes into her the longer she stayed quiet. Despite his stern stare, it all felt so… strangely gentle. Kaveh couldn’t help but lean into it, her mouth opening slightly to release a much-needed sigh.
“Yes,” she whispered under her breath, barely audible even to Tighnari’s ears.
“What was that?” the fox replied, urging her on further into that tempting pit.
“Yes,” she blurted out– well, more like moaned, if Tighnari were being honest. A flick of Tighnari’s pointer finger, and she was facing him once more, watching him lean in closer to her, too close–
She could practically feel Cyno’s eyes on her as Tighnari pressed his lips to hers. The familiar burn of the wine melded and dissolved between their mouths, growing much less bitter than it would usually be. Kaveh sighed into the kiss, barely able to keep her hands in her lap while Tighnari guided her expertly.
Tighnari could tell that Kaveh hadn’t kissed many people, and she could too. She stumbled into his mouth, murmuring and humming somethings against his tongue as it softly prodded, keeping its distance while still leading her on. It made her remember her first few kisses from her Akademiya years, when she was so very unsure of herself. How she ached to have that dreamy moment with someone she cared for, someone who could become her home, someone–
And then it was over, just as soon as it started. Tighnari’s lips pulled into a sweet smile as he stared down at her, doelike eyes and all.
She’d grown since those moments. Matured past her wildest dreams. And yet, the warmth pooling in her body was so strangely unusual. Tighnari’s palm settled itself behind her head, fingers tangling in her braid before delicately undoing it. Something in his stare told her that that was enough thinking for the night.
Kaveh was already so out of it that when Tighnari released his grasp on her head, it instantly lolled back, eager in a way she didn’t understand, Tighnari’s attention once again came back to Cyno, gripping his shawl before the matra took initiative, falling into him and pressing their lips together again. And so, Kaveh was the one taking the role of the viewer once more.
For lack of a better word, they were much more passionate with each other than Tighnari was with Kaveh. They slotted into each other perfectly and without hesitation, Cyno’s clearly aroused hum into the feeling making heat wash over Kaveh in a wholly new way. She was ashamed to say that she’d hoped to see Cyno this way before– not often, of course, and certainly not after him and Tighnari became an item, but still. This was far from her preconceived notion of how he’d act in the bedroom, but that did nothing to sway her away from the idea of joining in with them, making those noises fall from Cyno’s lips with her own touch.
The moment Tighnari pulled away from Cyno, the fox’s hands were finally back on Kaveh, gripping firmly on her shoulders before slowly pushing her back on the bed. Kaveh gasped at the contact, the feeling like ice against her too-hot skin. She hoped that the growing tent in her pants wasn’t too noticeable, but that thought grew moot when Cyno’s eyes fell onto it, narrowing in interest at the display.
Kaveh couldn’t apologize before Tighnari’s mouth was on her once more, this time pressing delighted kisses to her jaw. His ears unfortunately blocked her vision, leaving her mostly unaware when Cyno began unbuckling her belt, his hands hasty and trembling. It all felt so quick, so slow, like Kaveh was stuck in a paradox between the two men that she couldn’t escape… not that she wanted to escape, of course.
Tighnari’s lips ran aimlessly down Kaveh’s neck, nudging her shirt collar away before suddenly brushing his canines against her skin, making her whole body jolt in reaction. Tighnari broke out his trance, staring down at her.
“Did you like that?” Tighnari asked simply, almost teasingly from the perspective of the woman beneath him.
“Y-Yes…” she replied, as if it was the only word she knew how to say.
A pause, and then he was right back where he began, his mouth much more assertive than it was before, making Kaveh release a strained, terribly girly yelp. She could swear that she could hear Tighnari laugh at her reaction, soon beginning to suck on her skin to muffle the noise. Kaveh could hardly breathe underneath him, completely unconscious to how Cyno crawled on top of her, pulling off her belt with impatience.
“Hm…” Tighnari murmured, his hot breath fanning against Kaveh’s throat as his mouth separated from her skin. Pink and red blossomed on Kaveh’s skin, making Tighnari gape in mild surprise. And he thought he was being gentle with her…
“Sensitive?” he asked half-teasingly, brushing his fingers through Kaveh’s hair.
“Sorry,” was the only word she could muster in reply, mentally curling into herself as Tighnari backed away from her.
“No need to apologize,” Cyno introjected, his arms settled to cage Kaveh’s body. “Relax.”
She tried her best to obey, unclenching her jaw and opening her eyes to meet the pair’s eyes. At the display of submission, Cyno’s hands met the top button of her shirt, knowing that Tighnari would soon be telling him to do so. He popped each one gently, his steely gaze softening as the expanse of her torso was slowly revealed to him. She sighed when she felt his hands settle on her bare abdomen, her skin flushing once more.
Kaveh was unbearably needy, the rise and fall of her chest quickly growing hypnotic for Cyno as he explored. His callused fingers scraped against her ribcage, ghosting barely over her chest. She couldn’t tell if it was meant to be a request for permission or a tease.
Cyno didn’t know why or how he recognized that bra she was wearing. From that angle, Kaveh looked nothing short of adorable, so willing to be taken that they were certain that they’d be fools to deny her now. The pair silently admired the effort Kaveh put into herself before promptly reaching his hands around to unclasp the garment, excited to see what lay beneath.
She felt so bare, left in nothing but a pair of pants and an unbuttoned shirt as Cyno pulled her bra away, revealing her bare breasts to the air. They looked even smaller than usual due to gravity, and she almost wanted to sit up to negate that fact before Cyno’s hands met them, palm cupping one while the other lightly pushed down on her sternum. His thumb brushed over her hardening nipple and she shamefully keened, whining at the new sensation.
Cyno’s breathing quickened as he continued, hearing the shuffling of fabric behind him as Tighnari hastily removed his clothes. Kaveh’s eyes shut once more, basking in Cyno’s touch before he replaced it with his mouth, lips closing around her nipple. That earned Cyno a confused squeak, her voice cracking halfway through the exclamation, making Tighnari’s focus fall back onto her. She couldn’t be this close so soon, feeling her every nerve be set on fire as she bucked upwards, seemingly grinding against the fabric of her own pants. Tighnari was quick to act at the display, pulling down Kaveh’s pants with impatience, his nails threatening to scratch her hips and thighs.
He stared for an embarrassingly long time at her shorts, how they rode up from her movements; how her cock strained, begging for release against her better judgment. Kaveh could barely see his gaze from where she was laying, and that barely-there acknowledgement only made her writhe once more.
Tighnari grasped the length of her cock gingerly, stroking once, twice before Kaveh wailed again, overcome by the pleasure and unsure of where to go. A cry of one of their names turned into an incoherent babble as she fisted the bedsheets, head jerking this way and that in the throes of sudden oversensitivity. Tighnari teased her head with his thumb, careful with his nails as he pumped his hand up and down, letting her ride out her climax with a not-so-nonchalant patience.
“Fuck!” she called, and Tighnari responded with a pleased hum, growing firmer in his ministrations. At that word, Cyno finally broke off from Kaveh’s breast, lips pursed curiously as he watched her. All the possible humiliation she would have felt in that moment melted away with his loving stare, and she meekly whined as she basked in it, finally calming down from her sudden release.
“I…” Kaveh breathed, looking down at where her cum painted her stomach, thin and barely visible under the light. Then, it was Tighnari’s resounding smirk that caught her eye, hazel eyes scanning her body eagerly. “Tighnari, I-I didn’t mean to–”
“It’s fine,” Tighnari replied, motioning for Cyno to back off. “Need a moment?”
“Yeah…” Kaveh said without thinking, closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths into the thick air. When she opened them, she could only weakly watch as Cyno was pulled into a deep kiss by Tighnari, those hands that were once on her now hungrily roaming the fox’s body. It was an utterly shameless display, one she assumed they didn’t think she would see, one that revealed to her a painfully obvious display of Cyno’s arousal. She’d really thought that Cyno was the more stoic of the pair, but…
Oh, Cyno looked gorgeous through Kaveh’s half-lidded eyes. The way he bucked into Tighnari, the muscles of his back flexing against him, softly moaning into his lover's mouth as they practically groped each other in front of her. Just how long had they been holding this in?
“Cyno,” Tighnari called, hands now on the man’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Cyno breathed heavier than Kaveh, clearly mourning Tighnari’s touch.
“Why did you…” Cyno muttered. “M-More, please, I need–”
“Not now,” Tighnari chided, eyes once again locking on Kaveh’s semi-recovered form. “Don’t forget, we have someone else here.”
Perhaps Kaveh’s eyes were tricking her, but it almost looked like Cyno pouted at those words.
“...Don’t look at me like that, hayati,” Tighnari continued, “I promise, you’ll get my mouth back on you soon enough.”
And Cyno perked up once more. Slowly, Tighnari crawled back up to where Kaveh was laying, meeting her stare. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“I… I think so,” she replied after a beat, her body shifting slightly to meet Tighnari.
“Good.” Tighnari’s hand met Kaveh’s waist, urging her further. “Think you could get on top of me?”
Kaveh was ashamed of how quickly her face turned red at that question. Could she get on top of him? With her trembling knees– her trembling everything, really– could she obey the command?
She shakily tried to sit up, her arms upholstering her with some difficulty. Tighnari watched her with mirth, brushing messed blonde hair from her face before pulling her in for a soft peck on the lips. Then, it was Tighnari’s turn to reveal himself, shuffling out of his underwear and subsequently flopping down onto the bed, waiting patiently for Kaveh to follow his lead.
Both Cyno and Kaveh were found dumbstruck by the sight of him. Kaveh’s eyes indulgently raked down Tighnari’s chest, his caving abs, the pudge of his hips. Tighnari’s excitement was palpable, literally and figuratively soaking him as he lay there, letting the two get as much of a look at him as they could. His legs spread wider tauntingly, and Cyno felt his stomach drop at how the need to bury his face between Tighnari’s legs increased exponentially.
“‘Nari, can I–” Cyno tried to say before Tighnari clicked his tongue.
“No, not tonight,” he replied, as if reading Cyno’s mind. “Come here.”
Cyno was quick to sit on top of Tighnari, careful not to cage him with his arms as his hips straddled the Watchleader’s abs. “No, further.”
And Cyno continued, shifting up and up until his hips hovered over Tighnari’s face– exactly where he wanted him.
“That’s it.” TIghnari rewarded him with those words and a gentle pat on his toned thigh. “Now, Kaveh, it’s your turn.”
“Huh?” she blurted out, too lost in the sight before her to remember the fact that she was meant to be participating.
“Get on top of me,” Tighnari commanded simply, cocking a brow at the architect from between Cyno’s thighs. It took a moment before Kaveh felt herself keeling over all at once, stumbling into Tighnari with haste. She grasped the inside of his thighs shakily, fumbling to align her half-hard cock with his entrance before his voice sounded again, pushing her back down into that pit.
“Good girl,” Tighnari muttered, and that finally did Kaveh in.
Tighnari kissed up Cyno’s thighs, accidentally nipping a bit too hard when he felt the head of Kaveh’s cock finally breach him. He hooked one arm around Cyno’s lower back, urging him downward onto his waiting face.
“You sure?” Cyno asked, his hand moving down to push Tighnari’s hair back.
“Don’t hesitate on me now. Sit.” Tighnari replied, fully ready to just shove Cyno down on his own.
And who was Cyno to say no?
The first eager swipe of Tighnari’s tongue against Cyno’s cunt made the matra sob, his fingers tightening against the fox’s scalp at the suddenness of the sensation. Anticipation and desire crashed onto Cyno like a wave all at once, and soon enough he was grinding against Tighnari’s mouth impatiently, greedy for more now that he’d actually been touched for the first time that night. Tighnari got lost in the heady sensation of two bodies on him at once, tilting his head into Cyno’s sex once he felt Kaveh sink in deeper, pulsing needily into the warmth.
“F-Fuck,” Kaveh gritted through her teeth, and Cyno had to concur, whining as Tighnari’s tongue reached deeper inside him. At the feeling of his and Kaveh’s hips meeting, her pelvis firm against his engorged clit, Tighnari groaned into Cyno’s cunt, earning him another blissful cry.
“‘Nari…” Cyno huffed out, his hand relaxing before tensing again once Tighnari’s lips found his clit, pulling it into his mouth and sucking softly. Tighnari’s noises continued to be muffled by Cyno as Kaveh’s hips began to snap forward, rolling aimlessly into Tighnari’s, bumping against his clit. Kaveh tried to keep her own sounds at bay as she murmured shakily with each thrust, holding herself back from getting too excited too quickly for the second time that night. She tried so desperately, but Archons, Tighnari felt so good. She’d never felt anything like this before– so tight, so warm that she felt like she could melt into it, and it all focused onto her as Tighnari rhythmically clenched down, leaving her breathless each time.
Cyno hiccuped out a particularly loud sob, and she couldn’t help but join the chorus.
“Oh-h…” Kaveh moaned, her voice breaking halfway through the word as she pumped deeper, harder than she meant to. She must have done something right, though, given how Tighnari’s responding noise is audible even through Cyno’s cunt. And so, she indulged slightly– thrusted faster, held Tighnari’s legs tighter, pushed back against how he smothered her in this heat. For once, she allowed herself to lose her mind in the sensation.
Tighnari could feel the shift in the air as Kaveh finally released a bottled-up moan, her head thrown back as she did. She was too overwhelmed, too greedy to bother with self-preservation anymore, her previous reluctance dissolving away into the night.
Her hands shifted from Tighnari’s thighs to his sides, the change in angle making her jolt and him moan, soon followed by a subsequent rock of Cyno’s hips. Tighnari didn’t pause his ministrations, his arms locking onto Cyno’s waist tighter, forcing him down against his tongue as it thirstily licked into him. All three of them had lost themselves in it before long, soon becoming a mess of limbs and voices, crying and keening against one another until the dam ultimately, explosively broke.
Cyno would be ashamed to admit that he was the first one to come. His helpless bucking against Tighnari’s face gave him away quickly, if the embarrassingly high-pitched squeal of his name wasn’t enough. Cyno bit his lip hard enough to bruise, thighs quivering against Tighnari’s face as he drank him in, his pace increasing as Cyno’s and Kaveh’s grinding did. It was erratic yet rhythmic, punctuated by Kaveh’s gasps about how beautiful Cyno looked between her suddenly shaky thrusts.
Unfortunately for Cyno, Tighnari wasn’t nearly finished with him yet. A forceful pull of his thighs brought Cyno back to reality, startled into awareness by how Tighnari’s tongue circled around his aching, tender clit. It felt as if he could die and ascend to Celestia right then and there, knees threatening to buckle above Tighnari, his pussy uselessly clenching around nothing as he felt his second climax torturously build.
Kaveh fell into the abyss next, and Cyno soon followed once more.
“T-Tighnari, I’m– I’m gonna c–” she tried to warn before it was too late. Her hips snapped against Tighnari’s, her mouth open in a silent scream as a spark of comforting, terrible pleasure set her ablaze. She felt lightheaded, lost in a cloudy haze as she continued to mindlessly pump inside him, her voice wholly broken by the time she managed to moan out his name once more. Cyno was even less coherent than her, if such a thing were possible; all Tighnari could pull from him were loud wails of torturous pleasure as he felt like his soul was being sucked out of his body, Tighnari’s pace unrelenting despite how Kaveh was coming inside him. She didn’t know how Tighnari could do it, and frankly, he didn’t either– at some point, it felt like everyone just fell into one another naturally, no longer bound to the decorum they once held for each other.
Maybe this was how it was meant to be, Kaveh thought, relishing in the blissful silence her mind fostered. Maybe this was what she deserved.
…
Kaveh didn’t flinch when Tighnari brought a tissue to her abdomen, delicately wiping away her first release while she aimlessly chatted with Cyno. To be honest, she wasn’t even fully paying mind to the conversation– and she had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t either, given how much of his attention he was devoting to her wavy hair. He twirled it between his fingers affectionately, delighting in how she leaned into the touch.
Tighnari smiled at the gesture, then grabbed and craned Cyno’s jaw to meet his gaze, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Uhm… Cyno, Tighnari,” Kaveh began, grabbing the notice of both men with her deeper, more authentic voice. “Would you… like me to leave you two to your devices now?”
A false, awkward laugh followed the question, and Tighnari’s eyes narrowed. “No, you should stay.”
“Well, I just figured that since our ‘meeting’ is clearly over–”
“Meeting?” Tighnari drew out the word with a confused glare. “Must I bar you from leaving this room, Kaveh? Because I will.”
They both waited for a response, to which Kaveh mumbled out a tiny “fine”, conceding to staying with them if only so she wouldn’t have to do a walk of shame across Sumeru City.
It wasn’t long before Kaveh was curled up into Cyno, her breathing softened by how his fingers continued to play with her hair. His other hand kept her waist steady, his expression mostly neutral as he intently watched her. She smiled and shut her eyes, letting out one final sigh.
Tighnari switched off the lamp soon afterward, opting to keep his distance from the pair due to their sensitive states and instead sitting on the other side of the bed. Kaveh wondered to herself if they’d done this before, if they would do this with her again– in her opinion, they were awfully experienced for never having done this before, but as for their dynamic going forward…
Something in her told her not to worry about it. Call it tiredness or call it friendship– Kaveh wasn’t particularly interested in examining it at the moment.
Instead of worrying herself like she had been for the last few hours, she further pressed herself against Cyno, feeling her mind drift away into what she hoped to be a sweet dream, if she could even still have those.
“Have a good rest, Kaveh,” Tighnari said, smiling down at the pair.
That was the last thing she heard before she fell asleep, her mind patterned with purple and green.
…
Kaveh had to make sure not to hit herself when she opened the door to their home, breathing in the sweet-scented air like she hadn’t been there in weeks. The first thing she noticed was the fact that the door was unlocked, soon followed by the realization that she’d forgotten her keys when she bolted out the door the previous evening.
The next thing she noticed was none other than Al-Haitham leaning against their table, cup of coffee in hand and her keys dangling off the edge of the tabletop. Her brows knitted together, but strangely enough, she didn’t have it in her to verbally protest.
“Morning,” Al-Haitham called, not even having to look at the doorway to know that she was there.
“...Good morning, Al-Haitham,” Kaveh replied, stepping into their living room and looking around.
“How did your meeting with Cyno and Tighnari go?” Al-Haitham asked– quite uncharacteristically so, in Kaveh’s opinion. His usage of the word “meeting” reminded her of what Tighnari said that night, making her heart jump.
“It went… alright.” Kaveh forced the words out as she snatched her house keys from the table, not bothering to chide Al-Haitham for not telling her. Al-Haitham finally looked up at her, noticing her half-tucked shirt and slightly unbuttoned collar– and was that…
“Oh, I’m sure,” Al-Haitham replied, an unmistakable sass to his voice. It took Kaveh exactly three seconds before she flushed and shot him a glare, knowing exactly what he noticed in that moment.
When she’d left the hotel with her hands in her pockets, Kaveh couldn’t help but wonder just what Cyno and Tighnari meant by all of this. Did they have true, romantic interest in her, or was this all just a one time thing? Knowing them, it was most likely the latter. Regardless, one thing rang true in her mind– those two were so attached to and caring towards her that they allowed this to happen, allowed her to be pleasured in such a way, giving graciously and selflessly to her.
Even as she stood there, relaxed in her home, she couldn’t help but remember their words. With those words soon came a realization.
She hadn’t felt so at ease in months as she did that night.