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Cyno retires to his house after a long day at work. The moonlight shines through the windows, illuminating the dark living room to a certain extent. He stares out the window, it's times like these that make Sumeru truly seem peaceful, as if there is nothing to worry about.
He sighs as he disrobes, taking off his prized headpiece and placing it on the table next to the coat rack. He drops his guard, finally relaxing. He takes a step towards the kitchen, before light, quick footsteps approach him from behind. He doesn’t react fast enough as a cloth covers his mouth. His vision gets dizzy as he breathes in the chemical-infused cloth. He blacks out.
When Cyno awakens, he notices that he's tied to the bed. Naked. He tests the strength of the restraints. One pull against it tells him that whoever tied him up did it well. He mentally curses himself for not being more attentive.
"Finally awake?"
Cyno whips his head towards the source of the voice. His blurry eyes try to adjust to the darkness, seeing a shadowy figure in the corner of the room. He quickly scans his surroundings, his room hasn't been tampered with.
"Untie me, and I will consider lightening your sentence when I send you to face judgement at the Akademiya." He growls, fierce and commanding. A tone that would usually make criminals crumble and beg.
"Very bold, General. Considering you are at my mercy."
The figure steps out of the shadows. His features are illuminated by the moonlight from the window.
Cyno's eyes widened. "Tighnari?"
He only smiles ominously. Cyno pulls on the binds harder. "What are you doing. Let me go, Tighnari," His voice is stern.
Tighnari places a finger on his lip as he pretends to think, approaching the bed. The bed dips as Tighnari crawls in between Cyno's legs. "I don't think so."
Before Cyno could respond, Tighnari places a gentle hand on top of his bare crotch. His breath hitches, closing his eyes at the sudden contact.
"Oh? Cyno, are you turned on by this?"
"What?-" Cyno looks down, realising he's actually half-hard. He stares at the offending length.
"Wow…" Tighnari whistles. "I didn't think you'd be into this. Pervert."
Cyno flushes, "Watch your mouth-"
"Or what? You're tied up at my mercy. If anything, you should choose your words carefully." Tighnari retorts as he grasps Cyno's erect cock.
A moan forces itself out of Cyno. Tighnari slowly jerks him off to its full size, thumb digging into the slit as he reaches the head. He rubs the tip softly, going in a circular motion.
"D-don't touch me," He manages to get out.
"But you seem to be enjoying this, no?" Tighnari chuckles.
Cyno feels embarrassment crawl up his spine. The pleasure from Tighnari's hand feels really good. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about this before. Is he actually enjoying this? He shakes the thought out of his head, blaming it on whatever chemical Tighnari made him inhale.
"You must be dreaming if you'd think I like this," Cyno grits his teeth at a particularly rough pull.
Tighnari raises an eyebrow, clearly unamused at the bold faced lie.
"You can deny it all you want Cyno, but your friend down here definitely disagrees with you," Tighnari jokes, rubbing the length with vigour. He traces the vein on the side of his cock, teasing the underside of the tip.
Cyno tries to hold back his moans, refusing to admit defeat.
Tighnari notices this, and doubles his efforts. His other hand joins to wrap itself around the tip, polishing the sensitive head. Cyno cries out, the stimulation too intense. He kicks his legs weakly, trying to move away from the overwhelming pleasure.
Tighnari tsks as he grabs one leg, "Behave, or I will tie your legs up as well."
Cyno breathes hard while considering his options, and decides that having his legs not incapacitated would be more beneficial to him. He whines and stills.
"That's a good boy." Tighnari praises, which gains a furious blush from Cyno.
Tighnari smirks at the reaction, before getting up to grab something.
He returns quickly and sits back in the spot between Cyno's legs, and presents a bottle of lube. Cyno connects the dots, closing his legs immediately.
Tighnari glares, "Don't be difficult, or I will do this without lube."
Cyno growls, the threats beating him into submission. He looks away as he parts his legs, clenching his teeth.
Tighnari's eyes glimmer. He presses a finger onto his hole.
"Oh? What’s this? You fuck yourself here often, pretty boy?” Tighnari teases as he hooks a finger in Cyno’s hole.
He bites his lip, shaking his head in denial.
“I don’t believe you. You're loose enough for me to just slip right in…” He emphasises by slipping two lubed fingers into him. He tests the waters by fingering him, Cyno's ass already quite prepared.
Cyno’s hole clenches around the intruding fingers at the thought. The thought of him being forced to just take it. Tighnari raises his eyebrows.
“Oh, you like that huh?"
Cyno's mind is hazy, the thought of Tighnari using him as he pleases without a care for himself. The plaguing thoughts makes him feel obscene.
"Stop…Don't…"
Tighnari feels a shiver run up his spine. He can tell Cyno is slowly losing his bite and will to fight back.
Tighnari stoops to Cyno's ear, whispering, "Tell ya what, if you behave like a good boy, I'll finger you until you cry, then fuck you nicely. How's that sound?"
Cyno almost forgets he's supposed to be resisting, letting the smooth, saccharin tone of Tighnari's voice affect his judgement.
He gulps, does he really want this? If he does play nice, he might be able to escape before anything bad happens.
"Just kidding. Holes don't have a choice," He deadpans.
Cyno barely has time to react before Tighnari pulls out his fingers, and shoves his lubed cock into his tight hole in one go.
Cyno gasps, struggling against the restraints hard. He can't breathe, not with how Tighnari's throbbing cock fills him up. The tip rubs against his prostate and his mind blanks. Tighnari's hips are stilled against Cyno's, taking pity on the trembling man and letting him have a few seconds to adjust to his length.
Cyno shivers, hands gripping the ropes tight. He breathes in and out, trying to regulate his breathing.
Once deeming Cyno ready enough, Tighnari pulls his cock out until only the tip is caught on his hole, before inserting it all the way back in. He moans at the warmth and heat surrounding him. He starts to thrust shallowly, before establishing a steady pace.
Cyno pulls on the restraints for the nth time, hoping they would come loose. But knowing Tighnari and his skills with knots, he stands no chance.
"N-no. I don't want this." Cyno protests, hoping Tighnari would listen.
He doesn't.
Every fluid jerk of his hips is aimed with precision, abusing the little bundle of nerves in him. Cyno whines, trying not to let the intense pleasure get to his head.
He struggles harder, wriggling against the bedsheets, pushing Tighnari away with shaky legs.
Tighnari's expression darkens. He halts any movement.
"What did I say."
Cyno feels his body paralyse at his tone. Is he mad? He didn't mean to make him mad.
"I-I'm sorry Nari," He apologises hastily, the words spilling out before he could catch them.
Tighnari's eyes are half-lidded, dark.
He doesn't say anything as he holds Cyno's waist in a bruising grip, pondering if he should accept the apology.
“Beg for me to continue.”
“H-Huh?”
“You want to pretend you don’t like this? Then you gotta beg for me to continue.”
Cyno gulps. He could end this now…Escape and apprehend him. But…
His hole twitches around Tighnari’s sizeable length. He wants it, wants him. He knows he shouldn't be liking this, but he cant help it.
He bites his lip, “Please.”
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Please.” Cyno says a little louder, embarrassed at the neediness in his voice.
“You can do better than that.”
His face burns in shame, weighing his options. Maybe this will make Tighnari go easier on him…
“P-Please…I need you Nari.”
Tighnari praises him. “Was that so hard?” He coos as he resumes his merciless thrusting.
Cyno moans at every press of their hips, nerves lighting up in pleasure.
"Look at you, you're taking it so well. My little cocksleeve. It's like you're made to take dick." Tighnari groans out.
Cyno whines loudly at that, the degrading words exciting him. No one would ever dare utter a single demeaning thing to him. They hardly even get words out correctly at the General's sheer presence. But now? Tighnari is spouting all sorts of colourful vocabulary that he's never experienced receiving. He's not afraid of Cyno or his position, which turns him on even more.
"What would people think if they could see you now? The General Mahamatra, begging for it like a whore." Tighnari punctuates every word with a hard thrust.
Cyno shakes his head, "Stop…"
"You can't even deny it, slut. You like it when I use you for my pleasure?" Tighnari growls.
Cyno chokes out a sob. He feels tears brimming his eyes. He's not a slut…He isn't…
"God, you probably do." Tighnari laughs. "Fucking slut. You're not even resisting anymore. You like this."
Cyno begs, begs for him to stop. However, his body betrays his words as he meets every single one of Tighnari's thrusts with his hips. Each pull of his hips forces Tighnari's cock deeper in him, prostate being pounded against.
The tears welling up in his eyes finally spill as Tighnari jerks him off to the rhythm of the thrusts. He sobs, little whimpers escaping his throat.
"Would you open up your legs so easily to anyone in Sumeru? I bet I could just leave you here, let everyone know that the General Mahamatra is waiting like an eager slut, waiting for someone to fill him up."
The use of his title makes him tighten in shame. He wants to pretend that he doesn’t like the dirty talk. Wants to pretend that he doesn’t love being filled up like the hole he is. Tighnari’s cock in him satisfying where his fingers could never reach.
"You'd take any dick you can get, wouldn't you? Have everyone use you until you're loose and dripping with cum."
That's all it takes for Cyno to cum, white liquid shooting out in bursts. His orgasm hits hard, a crying moan pulled from him as his eyes roll back into his head. His legs lose their grip on Tighnari's waist as he feels his strength dissipate.
Tighnari quickly pulls out, groaning from the sudden loss of the tight heat. He rubs himself off furiously while looking down at Cyno. His own cum all over him, arms trembling, still suspended by the binds, face dazed out in ecstasy. Tighnari jerks himself to completion at the erotic sight, cumming hard and painting Cyno's bronze thighs pearly white.
The splatter of cum on him makes Cyno's dick pulse hotly as it lays flaccid on his stomach.
Tighnari gets up, pats Cyno's ass, wipes himself off and walks out the bedroom door without a word.
Cyno racks his hazy brain. Where is Tighnari going? Is he really leaving him here like this alone? Where anyone could come and use him? The thought terrifies him. He doesn't want that, he only wants his fox. He needs him.
"Scarab." His voice cracks weakly.
Tighnari is immediately at Cyno's side. His face is filled with worry at the use of the safeword. He unties the restraints, and removes the rope carefully. His heart clenches as he sees the chaft marks on Cyno's wrists, reprimanding himself mentally. He knew he shouldn't have tied it that tight.
Cyno reaches out for him instantly, hands grabbing onto Tighnari's shirt, pulling him closer.
"Hey, it's alright. I'm here, I'm here." He rubs Cyno's back, cuddling closer.
Cyno doesn't realise he's crying until Tighnari wipes his tears away with his thumb. He stares up at the fox, shiny watery eyes making him look incredibly vulnerable. He holds back a sob as Tighnari combs through his disarrayed hair, smoothing out any tangles.
They hold each other in silence, Tighnari's touch grounding him to reality. Tighnari thinks back to their conversation regarding this roleplay.
"You want me to pretend like I'm taking advantage of you?" Tighnari questions, no judgement in his voice but confusion is evident.
Cyno nods, "I know it's a huge request. I…just want to let go of all possible control and choice, just for one night."
Tighnari ponders quietly, a focused look in his eyes.
Cyno quickly backtracks, "We don't have to though, if you aren't comfortable with it."
"No no, I think I can do that. Just, are you sure you want this?" Tighnari voices his concerns.
"Yes, I trust you Nari," Cyno nods, placing his hands over Tighnari's.
They intertwine their fingers, Tighnari admiring the sweet gesture. "Alright, but we'll have to discuss our boundaries and hard limits."
Cyno's eyes light up, "Of course." He brings his hand to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss.
"I'm sorry for leaving the room without telling you. I didn't take this into account."
Cyno hums.
“I didn’t mean anything I said, you know that right?" Tighnari whispers, feeling guilty despite Cyno's constant reassurance prior to this.
Cyno knows. Tighnari holds him, the warmth encapsulating them. Cyno doesn't let go of his strong grip. He calms down after a while, breathing evened out.
"I love you, my jackal,” Tighnari mutters softly. “I’ll go get you some water and a snack, is that okay?"
Cyno nods, throat suddenly feeling very parched.
“I’ll only be gone for a sec, then I’ll be right back by your side, alright?” He confirms, making sure he gets full approval from Cyno.
Cyno makes eye contact, and nods.
Tighnari pecks his forehead, and hastily makes his way to the kitchen. Clanging and clinking sounds can be heard as he got the things he needed.
The sound of light footsteps rushing its way back to Cyno's side is really endearing. He chuckles as Tighnari hands him a glass of water. Tighnari smiles back, glad to know he's in better spirits.
He gulps down the water, replenishing all the liquids he lost. "Thank you, Nari."
"Anything for you. How are you feeling?"
Cyno places the empty cup on the bedside table. He links their fingers together, "Great. Thank you, my Padisarah."
Tighnari shakes his head, "No, I should've been more careful. I won't let that happen again."
"Again?" Cyno says with a teasing lilt.
Tighnari blushes. "You know what I mean," he pouts.
Cyno smiles fondly at him. "Thank you for indulging me. I enjoyed it."
Tighnari returns the fondness, eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "Of course, love."