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“Tighnari?” Cyno’s voice echoed through the empty house as he rapped his knuckles against the wooden support beams on the outside of Tighnari’s home.

He ducked into the dome-shaped house, bending down so his headpiece didn’t brush against the leaves handing down over the doorway. He quickly realized that Tighnari was not inside the building, bent over his desk, intently working on some report or experiment or other piece of work, as he usually was found by Cyno.

“‘Nari?” he called again, ducking back outside to look for the fox hybrid. He walked around the back of the house, grimacing at the humid air that hit him as he left the cleared area of Tighnari’s home and wandered under the dense canopy of the forest. Cyno didn’t necessarily prefer the oppressive heat of the desert, but it was better than the stifling humidity of the jungle air, cloying to the inside of his lungs and making him feel short of breath.

Just as Cyno rounded the corner of Tighnari’s house, he finally saw two black ears coming up the crest of the hill and he changed the direction he was walking in to intercept the path of those ears.

Tighnari, like Cyno had expected, seemed distracted, holding up a jar full of a thick, white-yellow cream and inspecting it carefully. It almost looked like butter, hand-churned butter at that. Tighnari glanced away from the jar for a moment, and caught sight of Cyno, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Cyno,” Tighnari said, slowing his steps to match that of the slightly shorter man, leaning over to brush their cheeks against each other briefly.

“Tighnari,” Cyno responded in kind, nodding towards the jar in Tighnari’s hand, “What’s that?”

Tighnari seemed a bit embarrassed at the question, a light pink coloring the highs of his cheeks.

“Well, um, it’s supposed to be butter,” he started to say, “But this is my first attempt making it, so it came out a bit…odd,” he finished, shaking the jar slightly to show that the butter wasn’t fully set, a thin layer of liquid resting on top of the thick cream that filled half the container.
“Hm,” Cyno hummed, looking away from the jar to hold the leaves away from the entrance of his friend’s home and gesture the other man inside.

“What do you think went wrong with the process?” he asked once they both entered, comfortably sitting down on the edge of Tighnari’s cot, the only place to sit other than Tighnari’s desk chair.

The faint color on Tighnari’s cheeks faded as the fox hybrid began to explain the process he used to make the butter, detailing the moments where he believed he had made the errors in refining the fat.

“I mean really though, for a first attempt with oil, it’s not too bad of a result,” he mused, half to himself, as he knew that Cyno had likely stopped listening to his rambling by this point.

However, this comment caught Cyno’s attention.

“Oil?” he questioned, “Why would you be using oil?”

“Oh!” Tighnari’s eyes flashed with excitement briefly, “Did I not tell you about my new plant of interest?”

Tighnari switched between ‘plants of interest’ semi-yearly, choosing each subject of research seemingly randomly to test the medicinal properties of native plants within the forest. If his results yielded beneficial information, he added the plant to his personal encyclopedia; a notebook that held close to 200 entries that Tighnari one day hoped to publish to demonstrate the importance of preserving the forested areas of Sumeru. Cyno was sure that Tighnari had already mentioned his new interest point, but it was likely during a game of TCG, meaning Cyno was not listening in the slightest.

“No,” the human lied, taking off his headpiece and setting it next to the bed, “I haven’t heard about this one.”

This admittance didn’t discourage Cyno’s enthusiasm, serving to do the exact opposite as he launched into another in-depth explanation of his findings. As he rambled, he dug through the drawers of his desk, looking for his notebook full of pressed leaves to show Cyno which plant he was talking about specifically.

“Here it is!” he announced, pulling out the thick book and flipping through to the most recently pressed leaf, “I can’t find a definite name for it, all my connections seem to call it something different, but from what I have heard anecdotally, it seems to have powerful pain relief properties!”

The leaf was symmetrically palmately compound, with seven serrated leaflets and a rich, dark green in color. It was about as large as Cyno’s palm, taking up the entirety of the page with its spread. Cyno’s eyes widened in recognition of the plant, and glanced up at Tighnari, who had yet to end his lecture.

“I’m hoping to refine it further to concentrate the plant’s properties and make it easier to consume,” Tighnari continued to explain, “It mostly seems to be smoked, but that could provide more harm to the body by inflaming the lungs, so I was thinking of trying to develop an edible form of the plant concentrate.”

Cyno nods, “So the oil you’ve been refining into butter is the plant concentrate?”

“Pretty much!” Tighnari grins, taking the book back from Cyno to slide back into his desk.

“Has it been working? Do you still feel the effects even after it’s been refined?” Cyno questions.

Tighnari flushes again slightly, “Well I’m not sure, this is my first actual attempt to make a consumable product, and I’m not really in any pain so I can’t provide an accurate test of its capabilities.”

“Hm,” Cyno hums, “Does it not have recreational properties?”

Tighnari’s flush stays high on his face, “What do you mean by that?”

Cyno forces down a teasing smile, “Back home we called this Shemshemet.”

Tighnari inclines his head for Cyno to continue, eyes sharp and interested, like he was examining a specimen. Cyno ignored how it made him feel warm all over.

“Adults smoked it for pain management, like you already said, but it was also used casually, similarly to how alcohol is consumed in the taverns,” he shrugged his shoulders, “Or I suppose more like how alcohol is consumed at home, among friends,” he smiled playfully, “Recreationally.”

Tighnari’s ears twitched at the tease, but the jab didn’t seem to affect him in any other way. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully.

“I see, so you’re saying we could try this now?”

Cyno’s eyes widened slightly as Tighnari continued to explain his line of thinking, “I mean, since you’re here and you have a frame of reference for how this substance affects you, you can tell me how well I did in the refinement process, and then I,” he glanced at Cyno briefly before resuming his speech, “have a baseline frame of its affect which I can then compare future batches to.”

He leans back against his desk, seeming pleased with the conclusion he came to.

Cyno blinked bemusedly, but didn’t protest, other than asking, “So you’re wanting to reduce your margarine of error by trying the product yourself, huh?”

Tighnari’s ear twitched again, this time noticeably, but failed to react to Cyno’s joke.

“If that’s all you have to say, then let’s go ahead and try it. I think it would be best to try this together, as you’re more experienced and can help guide me through this,” Tighnari says, turning around with two pieces of bread spread with a generous amount of the oil-based butter.

Cyno took the bread from Tighnari and smiled at him, “Man, you sure know how to butter me up.”

Tighnari also ignored this attempt and ate his bread quickly, turning to Cyno who had taken his time with the slab of butter on top of the piece of bread he was offered.

The two of them stared at one another for a moment.

“So what happens now?” asked Tighnari.

“You make me feel so much butter when we’re together,” Cyno drawls from where he is slumped against Tighnari’s side, eyes heavy and half-lidded. The humidity of the day had made way for cool desert air that swept in from where the forest met the sand, and it blew into the small home, prompting Tighnari to shiver slightly and lean more into Cyno’s heavy warmth against his arm.

“What did you say?” Tighnari slurred, tilting his head up to try and lock eyes with the other man.

“I said you make my life butter,” Cyno said, not sure if that’s what he had originally uttered.

Tighnari threw his head back in laughter, gripping onto Cyno’s arm as the rest of his body followed the movement of his head, causing him to flop backwards onto his bed. Cyno grinned, pleased that Tighnari thought his joke was so original, and followed Tighnari’s example, falling onto the mattress below him.

“Hey Cyno,” Tighnari said, still giggling.

“Hm?” Cyno hummed, turning his head to face Tighnari, who lay prone beside him.

“You’re my butter half.”

A beat of silence falls, interspersed only with Tighnari’s stifled laughter.

Cyno abruptly sits up and flips on top of Tighnari, caging the other man between his arms.

“‘Nari,” he says breathlessly, “Tighnari, did you just make a pun?”

Tighnari giggles and looks up at Cyno through his eyelashes, “Would it be butter if I didn’t?”

Cyno looks on in astonishment as Tighnari rockets himself into another laughing fit. A warm feeling begins to fill Cyno’s chest, like a balloon expanding rapidly and threatening to burst through his ribcage. His stomach and face heated with this feeling, watching as Tighnari calmed himself down enough to open his reddened eyes and gaze up at Cyno once more.

The two stare at each other again, and Cyno feels the warmth in his body transform into something else, similar to how he felt when Tighnari was scrutinizing him earlier.

“Hey,” Tighnari finally says, breaking the tension that had built between them.

“Hey,” Cyno responds, surprised at how rough his voice came out.

The flush from earlier in the day returned to Tighnari’s face when Cyno spoke, his tail stiffening and ears twitching subtly.

“Thanks for doing this with me,” Tighnari says, honesty saturating his words.

The balloon in Cyno’s chest returns, tight and overwhelming, and it takes all of the self control he has managed to retain while high not to pull Tighnari tight against his body and hold it there.

“Of course,” he manages to rasp out.

Tighnari’s ears twitched again and he glanced down Cyno’s body, still engulfing his own.

“Does it feel right?” he asks, flicking his eyes back up to meet Cyno’s.

“Huh?” Cyno responds, not understanding what Tighnari is referring to, stomach turning slightly squeamish.

“The recreational effects,” Tighnari elaborated, “Do they feel right? Or is it not quite there?”
Cyno had to suppress a snort, Tighnari – always a researcher first. He finally pushed himself off of the other man, flopping down heavily next to Tighnari again.

“Yeah, it’s alright,” he says, stretching an arm up above his head as he contemplates his level of intoxication, “a little light, but that makes sense since you can’t measure it out in the same way as you can with the raw plant.”

Tighnari hums in thought, “Do you think it would be better if you had more?”

Cyno considers this for a moment, “Maybe, shall we try a bit more right now?”

Tighnari sits up and stumbles over to the jar of butter, grabbing the spoon that he used to spread the butter on the bread from before.

“Here,” he says, offering a spoonful of butter to his friend.

Cyno sits up and leans forward to take the spoon in his mouth, sucking the glob of butter that rested there. It was slightly warm from sitting out on Tighnari’s desk, and the consistency was thick and almost viscous, salty with a tang that echoed the taste of the smoke from the plant. Nevertheless, Cyno enjoyed the flavor, odd as it was.

Tighnari seemed to agree, taking a spoonful for himself and licking it enthusiastically.

Cyno focused in on the other man’s mouth, specifically how his little pink tongue darted out to lick around the base of the spoon, and felt the familiar heat that was becoming a near-constant sensation tonight.

“Do you want another?” Tighnari asked, another spoonful already ready.

Cyno simply nodded, leaning forward again to be, quite literally, spoonfed by Tighnari. He licked his lips afterwards, relishing in the salty tang and watched the fox hybrid repeat his actions from before.

Just as Tighnari seemed about to take another hefty scoop from the jar, Cyno interrupted, unthinkingly saying, “‘Nari, come back over here, it’s cold without you.”

Tighnari looked over to Cyno, close enough that their knees were almost touching from where he stood and the other sat, but he obliged the request anyways, shoving the spoon in the jar and setting it onto the floor.

Instead of coming back over to sit next to Cyno, as had been expected, Tighnari instead walked directly up to Cyno and pushed the other back some, forcing the darker man to lean his forearms against the mattress. With the extra space now created, Tighnari confidently straddled Cyno’s lap, settling in close against his broad chest. Cyno’s breath hitched in his throat and he glanced down at the other man. Tighnari met his gaze confidently, and his tail began to stiffen, straightening out behind him horizontally, twitching slightly towards the right at the tip.

“This way you won’t be cold,” Tighnari murmured against where his lips rested in the hollow of Cyno’s throat.

“Mn,” hummed Cyno, clenching his fists tightly into the mattress below him.

Tighnari sighed comfortably, nuzzling his nose up against the side of Cyno’s jaw, breathing in deeply. Cyno glanced down at the other man’s serene expression, pink flush spread further across his face and ears. He inhaled sharply, eyes snapping to the ceiling as he leaned further back. Tighnari made a noise of discontent at the sudden shift in position, stretching out along the length of Cyno’s body to press their cheeks back together. His breath tickled Cyno’s ear as he inhaled deeply again, the twitching of his tail becoming more pronounced.

“What’re you doing?” Cyno finally asks, knuckles white with the strength in which he was gripping the mattress.

“Hm?” purrs Tighnari, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

“‘Nari, Tighnari, what’re you doing?” Cyno repeats himself, feeling a wave of warmth crash over him suddenly. The pit of his stomach burns hot when, instead of answering, Tighnari only moves closer, pressing their bodies completely flush against one another.

“‘Nari,” Cyno starts to speak again, but cuts himself off to suppress a sudden groan as Tighnari moves again, this time to roll his hips against Cyno.

“Cyno,” Tighnari gasps out, repeating his previous motion, “Cyno, this feels…” his sentence trails off as his brain refocuses to chasing the tingles and zaps of pleasure shooting down his spine from his ministrations.

Cyno swallows back another moan, shifting all his weight onto one forearm and bringing his other hand to rest on Tighnari’s waist, flexing from his movements.

“Ah,” Tighnari lets out an audible whimper at the motion, grabbing ahold of Cyno’s face to line their noses up and rub them together.

Then, what little restraint Cyno had left snaps, and he lunges up to connect their lips. Tighnari gasped at the sudden kiss, letting Cyno slide his tongue into the other man’s mouth. They both moaned at the feeling, tongues rubbing against each other as they panted hotly into each other’s’ mouths. It was not smooth nor sexy, but in that moment it was exactly what each of them needed.
Their tongues slid together wetly, the hot drag of lips against one another proved a grounding force, reminding Cyno of what he was doing, who he was kissing, which only made his body burn hotter. He felt a warmth in his stomach, so hot, like it was burning him from the inside, flames licking up the slides of his body and shorting down between his legs. Then Tighnari moaned, pushing harder into his partner’s mouth, fingers digging into the sides of Cyno’s face, rolling their bodies together again, like he was trying to push into his partner’s skin. Cyno moaned in kind, mouth seeming to open even wider to accommodate Tignari’s explorative tongue. Hastily, Cyno pulled away, struggling to focus on Tighnari’s face, breathing shakily, eyes flicking back and forth between Tignari’s eyes and his lips, his stomach burned hot and he swallowed back a growl as Tighnari licked his lips and whined quietly, high in the back of his throat. Cyno refocused himself once again, learning forward into Tighnari’s space, looking into his eyes. Tighnari felt a hot rush settle low into his stomach when Cyno’s face got close again, eyes searching one another’s’, neither one fully focusing long enough,

“Yeah?” breathed Cyno, shifting forward and sliding his hands under Tighnari’s shirt to grip his waist.

Tighnari’s eyes were hazy, and he panted harshly, wriggling in Cyno’s grasp, trying to start rolling their hips together again.

“Yes, oh Archons yes, please” begged Tighnari, surging forward to resume their makeout session, moaning deeply. Cyno growled in kind, aggressively licking into Tighnari’s mouth

Tignari whimpered, pushing against Cyno, but unable to find the rhythm he had before.

Cyno finally broke, pushing Tighnari back against the bed after yanking his shirt off his partner’s body. He began to kiss down Tighnari’s throat, his breath hot and wet, teeth scraping against his pulsepoint. Tighnari’s breath caught in his throat and turned into a whine, hips raising unconsciously to search for friction. His cock was chubby with need, throbbing dully in his pants, leaving a wet smear against the fabric. Cyno pushed down against Tighnari’s groin, pressing his full body weight against his friend as he made his way down the raven’s body, scraping his nails down the other man’s sides. Tighnari shivered in anticipation, dick further dripping into the mess of his pants. He breathed shakily, blood rushing up the back of his neck and onto his face. He licked his nervously and forced his eyes to focus on the sight of Cyno pulling off his pants, causing Tighnari’s dick to slap wetly against his stomach.

Cyno chuckled softly, looking up at Tighnari smugly, “Already so wet for me baby, aren’t you?”

Tignari moaned, “Of course, for you, it's all for you.”

Cyno chuckled and took Tighnari in his hand, “All for me?”

Tighnari’s mouth falls open as he whines, thrusting up into Cyno’s hand loosely fisted around his cock.

“Oh fuck, please?” he begs, looking up at Cyno through his eyelashes just like earlier in the night. Cyno flushes at the recent memory, hand closing tighter around his friend’s dick as he recalls it.

“Yes,” Tighnari hisses as the squeeze, trying to buck into Cyno’s hand, soaking wet from the precum gushing from his cock.

The slide is slightly harsh, Cyno’s fist a little too tight for Tighnari to thrust smoothly, and his cock catches on the rough calluses on Cyno’s palm, but the scrape mixed with the warm squelch of his own arousal made an intoxicating combination that was just enough to send Tighnari over the edge.

He whined as he came, tip of his dick cherry red with arousal, pulsing out ropes of cum as his knot popped at the base of his cock, keeping his dick hard and twitching in the cool night air, even as his cum slowed from a fountain to a dribble.

“Fuck,” Cyno breathed, his own dick hard and leaking in his shorts. Tighnari giggled in agreement, chest still heaving and legs trembling slightly. He reached down to palm at Cyno’s cock, squeezing it playfully and inhaling sharply when Cyno bucked into his hand. The pair locked eyes for a moment, and then Tighnari was switching their positions, hovering over Cyno, cock still hard and knotted. He smiled down at his friend, warm and full of affection, before locking their mouths together. It wasn’t as rough as before, but just as passionate, tongues rubbing together in tandem and teeth catching playfully on lips.

Tighnari broke the kiss first, pressing their noses together again and inhaling before slowly making his way down Cyno’s body, biting on his neck, chest, and stomach, soothing the bites with broad licks. He stopped briefly at Cyno’s hips, grabbing the waistband of his shorts to pull off the offending article of clothing. Cyno’s cock didn’t bounce as harshly as Tighnari’s did, but it slid out of his restrictive pants in a satisfying manner, curved and hard and dripping with need.

Tighnari swallowed heavily, mouth beginning to salivate.

He nuzzled his face against Cyno’s cock, letting the precum smear across his face. Cyno let out a choked moan at the sight. Tighnari’s eyes fluttered closed at the sound, inhaling the musky scent of his partner’s cock and balls before licking a hot stripe up the pillar.

Cyno’s hand shot to Tighnari’s head, tangling itself at the base of his neck. Tighnari suddenly went limp with the grab, keening shrilly.

“Cyno,” he whimpered, mouth falling open submissively. Cyno merely grunted in response, guiding Tighnari’s mouth back over his dick.

“Suck,” he commanded, releasing his hold on Tighnari and stroking along the elegant curve of his neck instead.

Tighnari purred, quickly following the great General Mahamatra’s orders and swallowing Cyno’s dick down to the root and sucking hard.

Cyno groaned, trying his hardest to keep his hips still. Yet, the intoxicating heat of Tighnari’s mouth proved to be too much for the man and he thrusted upwards, shallowly but still hard enough that Tighnari gagged on the sudden intrusion.

The flexing of Tighnari’s throat only served to make the tense heat in Cyno’s belly burn brighter, and he couldn’t resist sitting up and grabbing onto the back of Tighnari’s neck again. The fox hybrid looked up, confusion crossing his face briefly before all emotions melted away. He looked up dazedly at Cyno, eyes red and heavy as his friend began to fuck his face in earnest, praise and filth spilling from his lips in equal amounts.

“So pretty ‘Nari,” Cyno growled, “Take it so well, like you were made for it. Made for my cock.”

“Such a pretty cockslut,” He rubbed his free hand across Tighnari’s cheek, “I could do this all day, huh? Everyday wake you up by fucking into your mouth? Would you like that? If I made you my personal cocksleeve? Hm, baby?”

The pet name forced a sudden whine from Tighnari’s throat, hands coming up to grip the back of Cyno’s calves.

“Yeah baby? Do you like when I call you pretty names?” Cyno thrusted up as he yanked Tighnari back down onto his dick, “I’ll call you whatever you want sweetheart, okay ‘Nari? As long as you’re mine, alright? All for me baby, my perfect whore.”

Tighnari made a high pitched noise of assent, trying to suck on Cyno’s cock as it dragged roughly in and out of his mouth, the bitter taste of precum flooding his senses and making his body burn just as bright as Cyno’s. His pretty cock, kept hard by his knot, had flagged a bit after his knot had settled down, was starting to stand at attention again, the mix of sweet words and harsh treatment making his head spin and dick drip.

“C’mon sweetheart,” Cyno encouraged, panting heavily, body beginning to curl up around Tighnari as his orgasm built, fast and blinding, “Show me what you can do, it’s your favorite part, gonna get a treat real soon.”

Tighnari moaned at the idea of having Cyno’s cum in his mouth, excited to have his throat pumped full to the brim, having to swallow around mouthfuls as it dripped from the sides of his mouth. He sucked as hard as he could, feeling Cyno’s cock twitch and pulse as he got closer and closer.

“Oh fuck,” Cyno moaned, his cock seeming to get bigger for a second before hot spunk shot into the back of Tighnari’s throat, who dutifully began to swallow as much as he could, whimpering and moaning as if he were the one who got to cum. True to his prediction, Cyno’s cum ran down Tighnari’s cheeks, but that didn’t stop the forest ranger from continuing to try and get the rest of his friend’s cum into his stomach. He pulled off once Cyno’s released his grip on the base of his scalp, using his hands to shove the cum that had run down his face into his mouth.

Cyno watched this display with something akin to awe, feeling his dick give a halfhearted throb, still too sensitive to get hard again.

Tighnari glanced up at Cyno shyly, reaching a hand down to palm at his leaking dick. Cyno made a punched-out groan in the back of his throat and grabbed Tighnari’s shoulders, pulling the raven up to slot their bodies together, the buzz from his orgasm and high mixing into a delightful combination that made his ears ring and head spin.

Tighnari whimpered at the sudden friction against his penis, wanting to rut up against the hard plane of Cyno’s abs but sensing that the other man needed another moment to recuperate. Their cocks rubbed against one another, smushed close between their prone bodies, the hot precum dripping from Tighnari’s cock mixing with the saliva-slick skin of Cyno’s. Cyno groaned at the feeling, thrusting upwards lazily to encourage the wet squelch. Tighnari panted at the feeling, still feeling miles away after being scruffed for so long.

Cyno rubbed a comforting hand up and down Tighnari’s back, both soothing and arousing the other man.

As the two slid their cocks against each other, slowly, deliciously, Cyno’s comforting hand became explorative, reaching down and around Tighnari’s tail, still somewhat tense, with the tip flicking slightly to the right, like it had been doing almost all night. Cyno brushed his hand over Tighnari’s hole, featherlight, and the fox hybrid froze for a moment before rolling his hips back, trying to entice Cyno to touch him again.

They continued this game of teasing touches for a couple more minutes, getting lost in the hot feelings building in their groins and stomachs, slick skin rubbing up against each other. The squelching sounds became louder as Cyno’s cock finally began to fill out again, starting to add to the mess of precum, spit, and jizz pressed between their bodies. Tighnari’s body honed in on the feeling of this cockhead catching on Cyno’s bellybutton while the rest of his shaft slid up and down the other man’s, noticeably thicker, dick. His mouth fell open and he began to pant, turning his head to bury his face in Cyno’s long hair. Cyno let out a rumbling groan, grabbing a handful of Tighnari’s ass and pulling on it to expose his tight hole to the once cool, now sticky and hot, air in the house. He rolled his hips up, breaking Tighnari’s rhythm and earning him a put-out whimper from his partner.

“Hold on ‘Nari, baby” Cyno murmured, smoothly – or at least as smoothly as he could manage – flipping the pair over.

“Cyno,” Tighnari whined as his friend left their embrace, leaving the raven exposed, cock twitching and leaking prettily into the mess on his stomach.

Cyno quickly retrieved what he was looking for and returned to his position on top of Tighnari, who pulled him into a slow, but nonetheless desperate, kiss.

As their tongue slid hotly against one another, mouths moving in tandem as their licked into each other mouths, breaking for short breaths of air that they shared between the small space between their lips, playfully nipping at one another between kisses, Cyno reached back down between Tighnari’s legs. His fingers were now coated in an oily substance, which made it easier for him to breach Tighnari’s asshole, starting slow with one finger and crooking it slightly to make space to add another.

Tighnari clenched around the first two digits, cock twitching as they began to scissor his tight hole open. Precum had dripped down the length of Tighnari’s dick, past his ball and onto his perineum, which Cyno also used to help lubricate his fingers, rubbing against the sensitive stretch of skin, pushing against it just enough to send sparks of pleasure down Tighnari’s spine, and prompt even more precum to dribble out of his cockhead.

Tighnari moaned up into Cyno’s mouth, breaking to kiss to rub his nose against the other’s cheek, breathing in deeply as if to collect all of his scent into his lungs.

“Cyno,” he gasped, “Please?”

Cyno reconnected their lips and they fell back into the pleasure of making out, letting the pleasure from their joined mouths wash over them before Cyno pulled away with a quick nip to Tighnari’s lip.

Reaching back into the butter jar, he grabbed a generous handful and rubbed it on his dick, reaching down to fuck the excess into and around Tighnari’s hole. It tingled slightly, likely from the oil of the plant and Cyno breathed in sharply at the unexpected sensation. Tighnari made a questioning noise, one of his legs coming up to lock around the jut of Cyno’s hip and pull him forward slightly.

Cyno huffed a short laugh and slowly began to push his cock into Tighnari.

It was a tight fit, both the men groaning long and low as Cyno slid in the first couple of inches. Tighnari’s ears had flattened down to the base of his skull and his eyes were screwed up tight.

“Big,” he whispered, hand reaching down between the two of them to see how much more of Cyno was left to fit in. Cyno exhaled sharply in agreement.

After a moment of respite, Tighnari let out a slow exhale and relaxed his body, feeling a wave of warmth flow up from where the two of them were connected. Almost unconsciously, he rolled his hips downwards, taking in another inch of Cyno’s length. Cyno bent down and kissed the junction between Tighnari’s jaw and neck softly, gripping the slightly taller man’s hips and easing in the rest of the way.

Tighnari let out a punched-out whimper, breathless from the pressure of Cyno dick sitting fully inside of him. He absentmindedly trailed his hand up from where they were connected to his stomach, pressing down where he could feel Cyno’s cockhead pressing.

“Big,” Tighnari repeated, looking up at Cyno coquettishly. Cyno felt something snap inside of him, and his grip turned bruising, clamping down on Tighnari’s hips as he pulled his full length out before slamming it back into his friend. Tighnari’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened in shock before Cyno started a punishing pace.

He fucked hard into the tight hole, feeling the ridges of Tighnari’s insides fighting to keep him deep in while he pulled out, welcoming him back inside as he shoved in cock back inside. Meanwhile, all Tighnari could do was try to keep up, hole clenching erratically as pleasure ripped through him.

Cyno hit his prostate dead-on with his second thrust, and maintained that pinpoint accuracy the second Tighnari screamed, “There! Right there!”

He dragged Tighnari across the bed, fucking him back and forth until the raven had to brace himself against the wall of his house as not to slam his head against said wall as he was dragged across his mattress roughly. His other leg was pushed up high by his ear as Cyno spread him wide open to slam his cock in even deeper than before.

Tighnari felt as it he would shatter into a million pieces, his one free hand coming to scrabble down Cyno’s shoulder and bicep, trying to find some kind of purchase to grip himself back to reality while his entire world focused down to the feeling of his asshole being forced open again and again until it felt as if it would retain the shape of Cyno’s cock for the rest of his life. He wailed desperately, back arching off the bed in ecstasy, his knot popping without a single drop of cum shooting from his cockhead.

Cyno growled at the sight, shifting into a more upright position, one hand supporting Tighnari’s lower back to keep the pair flush together, the other going to grip his partner’s knot, squeezing with the same tempo as Tighnari’s ass. He fucked into the tight hole, chasing his own release with reckless abandon.

“Fuck,” Cyno gasped, “Fuck ‘Nari, baby, gonna fill you up.”

Tighnari keened, hips slamming down to meet each thrust of Cyno’s.

“Yeah? You want that? Want me to fuck you fat and full of my babies?” Cyno punctuates every other word with a thrust of his hips.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” chants Tighnari, “Fill me up, please Cyno.”

“Yeah,” Cyno growls, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll get you pregnant.”

“All yours,” Tighnari reminds him of their earlier exchange, eyes almost crossing with the overstimulating pleasure coursing through his body.

“All mine,” Cyno agrees, thrusting one, two, three more times into the wet, gaping heat of Tighnari’s body before he cums as hard as he can, painting the inside of Tighnari with enough cum that it almost seems like the hybrid could get pregnant. It squirts out around Cyno’s dick, Tighnari’s hole too loose to be plugged snugly by Cyno cock alone.

Tighnari rocks back against the feeling, moaning as he’s filled to the brim and then some, relishing in the sensation of Cyno cum gushing out of him as his friend pulls out.

Cyno collapses next to Tighnari, sweaty and spent, and haphazardly reaches around to try and find some piece of discarded clothing to wipe the two of them down with for the night. He eventually grabs hold of something and props himself up on his elbow to try to wipe down Tighnari, who had already begun to drift off. He stirs slightly and mumbles something as Cyno runs the cloth across his stomach and groin, trying his best to clean off the cum as it still leaks from the fox hybrid’s thoroughly-used ass.

Eventually deeming his efforts acceptable, he quickly wipes down his own abdomen and cock before pulling discarding the rag and blowing out the candle next to the bed. He pulls Tighnari beneath the covers before joining him, pulling the other man into him, his arm slung securely around his friend’s waist, letting Tighnari’s face rest in the crook of his neck. Tighnari snuffles a bit, and snuggles closer, rubbing his nose against Cyno’s jaw in a familiar, comfortable manner.