[ Cyno’s encouraged by the assurance that it’s good, that and the way the other is petting his hair. He’s still being a good boy, the thought is an idle one in his mind, he really had liked it when Tighnari called him that.

Eagerly he licks and sucks, working on the other’s swollen bud but also burying his fingers in deep, fucking him with them and feeling his juices making a mess of his hand and his lower face.

Cyno has no intentions of stopping, even if his jaw started to ache even if his wrist got tired he wouldn’t until Tighnari had been wrung out with pleasure. He pauses a moment only to press in a third finger with the other two, burying them in the other as his free hand strokes along the other’s thigh, squeezing it. ]

Come for me, Nari.

[ He pants softly against his cunt. ]