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The night was young and the moon was bright, the perfect backdrop for their evening. It had been a glorious day, and Tighnari was more than happy to take his partner to his room to end it off. As the leaf-covered entrance to Tighnari’s workspace was excitedly opened, they both knew that the night would be just as lovely as the day.
“Come in.” Tighnari offered, giving an inviting motion to a stiffly-standing Cyno. He held the leaves to the side as Cyno walked in, Tighnari soon following behind him. Cyno always loved his workplace; it was easy to navigate, cozy, and warm, not to mention private. And, it was packed to the brim with many types of plants, so there was always a pleasant floral scent when you walked in. Cyno looked around, then turned back to Tighnari, who was stretching himself out.
“I appreciate your hospitality, Tighnari.” Cyno said, nodding. Tighnari grinned at him.
“Oh, come on, there’s no need to be so formal, Cyno,” Tighnari reassured, moving closer to him. He took his shoulders, gently turning the matra around, “Stay here, I have something to show you.”
“Hm? What is it?” Cyno asked. Then, his eyes fell at what seemed to be a fresh addition to Tighnari’s plant collection. The leaves were short and nearly invisible, the flowers a mix of white and pink. Tighnari gestured to the plant.
“Look, Cyno.” Tighnari commanded gleefully. Cyno always enjoyed watching him get excited about Sumeru’s wildlife. It was such an adorable sight, and Cyno couldn’t help but hang on to every word the botanist said. He watched as Tighnari plucked a flower, examining it for a moment. He picked at the skin, then finally pulled the bud’s stem. He smiled at it, then held out his hand to Cyno, waving the plant in the air for Cyno to see.
“You’re growing another plant?” Cyno asked as Tighnari took another flower from a branch.
“Oh, did I not tell you? My apologies,” Tighnari held the second flower out for Cyno to take, “This is Sumerian tamarisk! They’re tiny trees that are indigenous to the forests. Here, take one, they’re gorgeous.”
Tighnari gently took a flower from the stem and gave it to Cyno. The General watched as Tighnari spinned the flower around so he could capture all of its details. Cyno hadn’t truly examined plant life like this before, so he was somewhat weary of the situation; botany was hardly his forte, but he wanted to make Tighnari happy. So, he took the stem, looked his partner in the eyes, then drifted down to it. Tighnari almost blushed at the sight. Cyno liking his interests was one one of the reasons why he fell in love in the first place. Once Cyno stopped, Tighnari didn’t know what to do.
“So?” Tighnari asked, and Cyno looked down at the fox’s hand.
“Quite interesting. When did you find out about these?” Cyno replied, shuffling to the tamarisk display. Tighnari perked up immediately as he asked.
“As I said before, these are mostly native to the forests of Sumeru, though some subspecies have shown up in the desert, if my memory serves me right,” Tighnari clarified, watching Cyno thumb the petals and toy with the thin branches. Strangely, Tighnari was mesmerized by his hand movements as he spoke, “But, as plants do, they migrate; maybe they’ll appear somewhere else one day. I must say, they’re very popular with children. Not that I have any problem with that; quite the opposite, really. Not only do they detter the kids from getting into any poisonous species, they’re also easily identifiable due to their typically colorful flowers. Some other flowers are like this, too, such as Sumerian honeysuckle. Now, I really appreciate honeysuckle. Not only do they also have easy-to-identify flowers, they also satisfy the children’s sweet tooth with their nectar! Can you think of anything better?”
All Cyno did was hum in agreement, plucking another flower and mimicking what Tighnari did earlier. After a moment of observing the tamarisk, Cyno asked, “Do you have a sweet tooth, Tighnari? You seemed overjoyed to start talking about the honeysuckle, so I’d assume you like them.”
“I don’t.” Tighnari clarified.
“Really?” Cyno grazed the rough branches softly, “You liked them, so I just figured.”
“Do you have a sweet tooth, General?” Tighnari teased, crossing his arms.
“No,” Cyno replied. After a second of silence, Cyno continued, “Actually, perhaps I do.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Tighnari said. Cyno took a moment to think, knowing what he was about to say was most likely not the smartest. Regardless, he continued.
“It depends. Does being attracted to you count as me having a sweet tooth?” Cyno questioned with an awkward, uncertain tone. Tighnari stifled a groan, then playfully punched Cyno in the arm.
“No, it doesn’t,” Tighnari sighed, “I see your nonsensical jokes don’t just end with puns.”
“I was trying to compliment you, ‘Nari.”
“Well, can you find a way to do it that doesn’t end in my misery?” Tighnari was only half telling the truth.
“Come on, I know my jokes aren’t to everybody’s taste,” Tighnari balled his fists, “But I prefer to show my love in a way that isn’t too saccharine—“
“Oh my Archons, I hate you.” Tighnari covered his mouth and leaned over his work desk.
“You know you love me.” Cyno replied cheekily. Tighnari rolled his eyes.
“Unfortunately.” Tighnari snarked, grabbing all of the plucked tamarisk flowers, “If only I could just shut you up. That’d be nice.” He joked.
Cyno jolted at the phrasing. Shut him up? Was Tighnari being serious? Although he loved the possible ways Tighnari could do so that ran through his mind, he didn’t know if Tighnari meant it in that way or not. He looked over at Tighnari, then decided to test the waters. Just a little.
“And how exactly would you do that?” Cyno wondered. Tighnari didn’t expect him to actually take his words to heart.
“Uh…” Tighnari’s mind went blank, “How would you like me to?”
At his heart, Tighnari was still willing to follow Cyno’s orders.
“Oh, I want to hear you say it. If you could keep me quiet however you wished, how would you do it?”
However he wished…? Tighnari gulped, his mind racing. That sounded like a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity. Tighnari moved in closer to Cyno, their eyes meeting as Tighnari decided on his method of keeping Cyno quiet. A smirk fell on Tighnari’s lips at the thought; it was a devious, delicious idea. And, he knew it wouldn’t just be pleasing to him. One hand cupped Cyno’s cheek, pulling him in closer.
“Well then, I’ll just have to keep your mouth… occupied.” Tighnari replied. Cyno felt his heart jump. Then, both of their senses took over, and Tighnari kissed him. Quickly, Tighnari pressed Cyno against the wall, not caring about showing off his new botanical subject anymore. The hand on his cheek fell onto his hair, rustling it and pressing him further against the ranger. His other hand fell to Cyno’s waist, His fingers digging into the bronzed flesh. This elicited a soft groan from Cyno, making Tighnari pull away with a judgemental expression.
“Tsk, tsk. This is meant to keep you silent. Yet, you can’t even help yourself while I’m kissing you,” Tighnari said, giving Cyno another quick, rough kiss. When he moved back again, their lips were just barely apart, and Tighnari whispered, “Must I gag you? Is that what you want, General?”
The use of his formal title made a shock of desire rock through Cyno. He looked away in disbelief; what did he just get himself into? He simply wanted to tease Tighnari, and now he was threatening to gag him like a troublesome dog. Not that he was complaining, of course. After a second of contemplation, Cyno replied with, “I don’t like it when people won’t follow through on what they say. So, yes. I told you to do as you wish, so do it.”
He felt as if he was waving a steak in front of a lion. Tighnari took him by the hips again, walking back and taking Cyno with him. Tighnari took him to his bed, looking down at it before pushing Cyno down. All the while, those green-brown eyes pulled Cyno into a state of submission.
“Take your pants off.” Tighnari commanded, pointing at Cyno’s form. Cyno’s eyebrow raised.
“Huh? I fail to see how this will help shut me up.” Cyno said.
“It doesn’t, but it’s a part of the process,” Tighnari grazed Cyno’s chin, “You’ll see eventually. But now, I need you to be nice and naked for me.”
Cyno didn’t miss the drawn-out emphasis on nice. It almost sounded like a salacious purr. Cyno’s hands moved up to his headpiece, quickly taking it off and placing it on the floor. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Suddenly, Tighnari snapped his fingers in front of his face.
“Your pants, General. I won’t ask you again.” Tighnari reminded him, his eyes now falling onto Cyno’s collar. Cyno sucked in a breath, then made way to his gold belt. He adjusted it for a moment, then finally released its buckle, putting it on the floor next to his headpiece. Tighnari rolled his eyes, “Oh please, go slower.”
“Patience is a virtue, Tighnari.” Cyno replied, hands on his shorts. Tighnari’s lips formed a thin line.
“Expeditiousness is, too.” Tighnari sighed. He watched with intrigue as the matra finally dropped his pants, kicking them to the side and looking up at Tighnari. Next, Tighnari took him by the jaw again, planting another sloppy kiss that left Cyno breathless.
“What now, ‘Nari?” Cyno wondered. Tighnari’s fingers slowly trailed down his throat, lightly tickling the skin. He ended up at Cyno's collarbone, focusing on the black choker around his neck. Tighnari’s thumb hooked the underside, then tugged it towards him.
“How elastic would you say this is?” Tighnari asked, playing around with it a bit more. Cyno shrugged.
“I never tested that. I’ve gone through many of them, so I can tell you that they’re reliable, at the very lea—“ Cyno was cut off by Tighnari using both hands to pull it upwards. From his collar to his chin, and finally to his lips.
Tighnari demanded, “Open your mouth,” And Cyno did it. His choker was pushed past his teeth, effectively gagging him. Cyno gasped in shock, but he had no time to react as Tighnari pushed him back onto the bed. He taunted, “Good boy. You’re cute when you’re quiet, you know that?”
A muffled expression of shock left Cyno, and Tighnari chuckled.
“I wonder how long it’ll last.” Tighnari swiftly removed his cuffs, then peeled off his gloves. Cyno’s body heaved and he felt himself tense under Tighnari. After he was done with his share of undressing, Tighnari went to Cyno’s underwear, pulling it down with hungry, awaiting eyes. Cyno holstered up his legs, assisting Tighnari in taking them off. Once they fell past Cyno’s ankles, Tighnari threw them to the ground.
“Eager, aren’t we, General?” Tighnari asked, fingers pushing against Cyno’s now-bare cunt. His thumb landed on his clit, and Cyno stifled a groan. Tighnari laughed, “And how would you feel if I pushed a finger in?”
Tighnari played around with the idea, circling his middle finger around Cyno’s wet hole. Cyno was clenching shamelessly around nothing, and Tighnari smiled again.
“Oh, you’re practically begging me to do it, aren’t you? Begging like a useless,” Tighnari said, pushing his finger just barely inside. Cyno didn’t know how to act, so he just focused on keeping quiet. But that was futile, as Tighnari retracted and whacked his open palm against Cyno’s sensitive flesh, “Needy,” Another hit, “Bastard.”
All of Cyno’s moans, his pleads, were caught in his throat. Tighnari feigned disappointment in the matra, continuing to spank him to receive more of his adorable, wonderfully silent reactions. Seems like this was Tighnari’s night to get revenge.
After a few more hits, Tighnari got bored. He decided to take Cyno’s thighs in his hands, spreading them further apart and licking his lips at the sight of Cyno’s wet pussy.
“You’re soaked,” Tighnari sounded as if he was in disbelief of what he was seeing. Cyno nodded. He brought his fingers back to Cyno’s hole, wondering, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Cyno felt Tighnari’s finger enter him, and he almost made a sound. Almost. Thankfully, the gag was decent enough to keep him from breaking the rules. Holy fuck. Breaking the fucking rules? Cyno felt pathetic as he thought that. He was meant to be the one setting the rules and dishing the punishments. And yet here he was, grinding into his boyfriend’s hand like a needy bastard! Suppose that Tighnari’s intuition was correct. Tighnari continued, now leaning into Cyno’s trembling form, “ My fingers inside you, my hands on you. You've wanted to be mine since the beginning, yes?”
Without any hesitation, Cyno nodded, peering at Tighnari as he inserted a second finger. Those digits slowly pumped in and out of Cyno, making him screw his eyes shut and buck into the touch. He knew that this would most likely completely change how Tighnari saw him, but at that moment, he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting more.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Tighnari’s fingers moved faster as he said, “Heh, it’s much nicer being with you when you shut up.”
Deep down, Tighnari felt as if he was being slightly too rude to Cyno. But, all his doubts dispelled once he pushed up against Cyno’s clit and he grabbed onto his sleeve. Muffled sounds escaped from him that surprised Tighnari. Damn, he was doing that well?
“If I knew you actually enjoyed being fucked like this, I would have done this much sooner.” Tighnari said, rubbing circles into Cyno’s swollen nub. Cyno attempted to meet Tighnari’s movements, rocking his hips into each pump of his digits. But, those pushes turned into a slight arch of his back as Tighnari finally pressed against his g-spot. It was getting more and more difficult for Cyno to do as Tighnari said. His lust was taking over.
“Mmm, does that feel good?” Tighnari rutted against that spot again, commanding, “Nod your head, slut.”
Cyno wasn’t expecting that. He threw his head back, nodding with so little effort that Tighnari barely noticed it. What he did notice, however, was Cyno’s soft “Mhm,” that devolved into a moan. Cyno was on cloud nine; he didn’t even notice that he broke Tighnari’s rule. In reaction, the forest ranger tried to stop his fingers, to pull them out and replace them with punishing smacks. But, Cyno kept them there, jerking upwards and grabbing Tighnari’s hand, keeping them in place. Such audacity; Tighnari was nearly offended by the display.
“Wow. You really are a slut,” Tighnari reiterated, pushing Cyno’s desperate hand away, “Fine then. If you want to play like that, then I suppose we will.”
In the midst of Cyno’s foggy, pleasure-addled mind, he was puzzled by what Tighnari said. But, blessedly, he pushed his fingers back in, moving twice as fast as he was before. His lips moved to Cyno’s neck, biting down on the left side like a feral animal. Cyno titled his head to the side, allowing Tighnari more access. Between the bliss and the pain, Cyno knew it wouldn’t be long until he climaxed. Tighnari gave one last push against Cyno’s deepest spots, and it was over.
“Mmh! Mh, M-Mari, Mahri!” Cyno groaned into the choker, his cunt tensing against Tighnari. He aggressively fucked against Cyno’s orgasm, feeling his wetness coat his fingers. Tighnari rose to straddle Cyno’s hips, watching intently as he fell apart from the pleasure. Cyno’s eyes fluttered shut, and his whole body flushed pink. Such a cute sight.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well.” Even with the kink Tighnari just discovered, he couldn’t help but compliment his partner. How could he not? He looked hypnotized, enthralled by the feeling of Tighnari’s fingers. A glorious sight, really. So, he kept going, letting Cyno ride out his high as long as he wished. Slowly, Cyno’s voice calmed down from a cry to a whimper as he felt his previous overwhelming waves of pleasure turn into aftershocks.
“Mmm…” Cyno sighed as Tighnari pulled out of him. His body relaxed into the bed, satisfied with the experience yet embarrassed by what Tighnari said previously. His head involuntarily fell back as he let out a loud sigh of relief. His thighs nestled into him, and his arms lay above his body. He was expecting Tighnari to start his usual post-sex routine, or at least to get his choker out of his mouth. What caught him off guard, however, was Tighnari leaning in closer to him, still with that dark, impish look on his face.
But, that shock paled in comparison to when Tighnari thrusted his fingers back into his pussy without any sort of decorum.
“Hhm?!” Cyno yelled as Tighnari ruthlessly continued with his previous pace; in and out, pleasure and pain. Cyno’s body returned to its previous state, absolutely unable to relax under such conditions. Tighnari’s free hand ran up Cyno’s neck to his head. He took a fistful of white hair, pushing Cyno upwards so their eyes could meet.
“You said that I could keep you from speaking however I wished, yes?” Tighnari asked despite the fact that he knew he wouldn’t get an answer. Really, it was just to taunt him, “Well, as a scholar, we always strive for innovation and creative ideas, yes?”
A hard thrust against his g-spot and Cyno blanked. He wasn’t even listening to what Tighnari said to him. Still, he continued, his voice loud and clear as if he was giving a presentation, “Allow me to hypothesize for a moment. How do you keep someone from saying irritating things to you without the traditional gag, hm?”
All Tighnari got in response was a guttural moan of what he assumed was meant to be his name. He ground the pad of his thumb on Cyno’s clit harder, hearing his noises only increase in volume despite his better judgment.
“Well, besides removing their vocal cords,” Tighnari chuckled nonchalantly, as if he was in his own world, “If the person’s words are the problem, then preventing them from saying those words would be ideal, yes?”
Cyno was close again. Euphoria took him into another reality; if he was even listening to Tighnari, he probably wouldn’t even be able to comprehend his words. Instead, Cyno rode his hand, his high, unable to think of anything else other than reaching his second peak. Through the fabric, Tighnari could see small bits of drool seeping from the corners of his mouth.
“So, General, I propose that I stop your pathetic begging by not just muffling your words, but making you unable to speak them in the first place. Trust me, by the end of this, you’ll forget how to say anything but my name, sweetheart.”
And with that, Cyno came for the second time. He trembled under the force, and Tighnari’s pace only seemed to get more reckless. Tighnari lunged at him, sucking on the other side of his neck. He kissed along Cyno’s collarbone, making his way up to his jaw. Against Cyno’s skin, Tighnari said, “Ooh, you seem to like the idea of that, don’t you, General?”
In response, Cyno did nothing but whine. Whine and fuck himself on Tighnari’s digits. He had never heard Cyno actually do that before. But, after hearing it once, Tighnari was addicted. He repeated his previous movements, fingering Cyno’s cunt as if he knew every inch, every sensitive spot, as if he had the time to carefully examine it. As if it was his. All his.
It was his all night. And gods, was he going to abuse that fact.
Once Cyno was finally released from Tighnari’s grasp, he looked up at him with half-lidded, glossy eyes. His choker was soaked and hiccuping, almost cry-like breaths left him. A strong tingle shot down his body, post-orgasm glow hitting him twice as hard as it usually did. His body trembled beneath the fox, elated yet suffering.
Suddenly, Tighnari’s form fell below Cyno. He tiredly followed Tighnari’s movements, watching as he placed his hands on Cyno’s hips, his face dipping downwards to the level of his heat. Oh no. Cyno wasn’t sure if he could take a third climax after having two; one after the other, no less. But, he knew he had no say in the matter, as he couldn’t say anything at that moment. Tighnari planted soft kisses across Cyno, trailing along the brown skin. From his hip bone, down his inner thigh, then back up to his heat. Cyno’s pussy glistened and Tighnari’s pride shot up at the side. He made Cyno like this. He was the one who fucked Cyno this well. And he wasn’t going to stop soon.
“Gods, you’re so adorably pitiful, I almost want to apologize for what I’m about to do,” Tighnari smirked at the General, “But I won’t. It’s what you deserve, after all.”
With that, Tighnari stuck his tongue out. He took a soft, self-guiding lick up Cyno’s lips, ending at his clit. Tighnari took the nub in his mouth, feeling it throb under his lips. He tongued Cyno’s clit in fast circular motions, and he felt him already bucking his hips into him. So soon, and he was already so desperate. At least, that was what Tighnari thought.
In truth, Cyno wasn’t desperate. He didn’t need more. This was him being tormented. The feeling of the botanist’s tongue against him felt wonderful, yes, but he couldn’t take it. He wanted Tighnari to keep going, yet he wanted him to stop at the same time. It wasn’t because he didn’t want Tighnari, or because it didn’t feel good, it was simply the pure overstimulation he was going through. The pure, over-sensitive bliss he was being thrown into. It was all-consuming.
“Mmm, too much, too much!” Cyno moaned into the gag as Tighnari began to suck on his clit. He jerked into Tighnari’s mouth, unable to convince himself to keep quiet. Instead, his mind was flooded with hedonism. And, seeing as Tighnari could still sense him speaking coherently, he only began to work him harder, pulling him even further into madness.
That wouldn’t last for long, though. Cyno bit down on his choker hard, sobbing out Tighnari’s name as his third orgasm rocketed through him. He fell apart into Tighnari’s mouth, completely losing any sense of self-preservation he still had within him. Tighnari kept his previous movements the same, allowing Cyno to grind on his face as much as he wanted. All of Cyno’s yells of “Fuck!” and “P-Please!” turned into meaningless cries, a worthless plea for more and for mercy at the same time. All the while, Tighnari kept himself steady; it wouldn’t be the best idea to join Cyno in this madness at that moment.
Cyno didn’t even have the ability to gracefully fall from his high because Tighnari just kept going. At first, Cyno didn’t even notice when his climax ended, because it felt like it went on for eternity as Tighnari continued to toy with him. The only thing that changed was how his body began to sting more, how he became more sensitive. Cyno couldn’t react properly anymore; much rather, he just laid there, shaking, begging, a complete antithesis to who he usually was. This continued on, through his fourth and fifth climax. Past that point, they both began to lose count as they began to lose themselves in mutual enjoyment.
“…Alright, I think that’s enough.” Tighnari laughed, sitting up from his previous position after guiding Cyno through God-knows-how-many highs. With a sort of finality, Cyno whined, thoroughly racked and ruined by Tighnari. The fox looked down at the show he created, delighted in the fact that he was the one who did.
Cyno’s whole body shook, exhausted and drenched in sweat. His mouth was still covered with the makeshift (though useless in the end) gag, the fabric spoiled by the drool covering it. Tighnari slowly dragged his thumb below Cyno’s lips, cleaning his chin of drool. As he looked up, he noticed that Cyno’s glazed eyes periodically fluttered open and shut and that tear stains ran down his cheeks. Tighnari thought that he was just darling in this state; a perfectly destroyed man that belonged to him and him alone.
“Aww,” Tighnari took pity on the matra, brushing a few strands of white from his face, “Did I fuck your brains out?”
Cyno responded with a whiny sigh, which was more than a satisfying answer for Tighnari. He then playfully patted Cyno on the head, congratulating himself, “Seems my hypothesis was correct! This really was the best way to keep you quiet.”
Tighnari smugly smiled, wrapping his arms around Cyno’s neck and forcing them to face each other. Tighnari wished that he owned a Kamera, or at least had some kind of method to record this. He knew his memory would never serve such a gratifying sight justice. He gave a soft peck to Cyno’s forehead, reveling in the feeling of dominance for a bit longer.
“This,” Tighnari mused, “Was the perfect revenge.”