[ tighnari felt it, too.. that inexorable pull between them that kept them bound, that made them want to cross what little distance remained between them, but life and responsibility had always gotten in the way.
not anymore.
plucking up the oil again, tighnari thumbs off the lid as he sits back, and takes one of cyno's hands. spilling the oil onto cyno's rough palm, he slicks up his lover's fingers with delicate, attentive desire. ]
I think you should do exactly that. [ setting the oil aside, he hikes himself onto his knees, guiding cyno's slicked fingers between his thighs, pressing them to the seam of his ass. ] In the kitchen. Against the bathroom wall. On the sofa.
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not anymore.
plucking up the oil again, tighnari thumbs off the lid as he sits back, and takes one of cyno's hands. spilling the oil onto cyno's rough palm, he slicks up his lover's fingers with delicate, attentive desire. ]
I think you should do exactly that. [ setting the oil aside, he hikes himself onto his knees, guiding cyno's slicked fingers between his thighs, pressing them to the seam of his ass. ] In the kitchen. Against the bathroom wall. On the sofa.