[ a soft noise escapes tighnari, surprised by the coil of arms around him that pull in turn, which has his own arm around cyno's neck grow firmer. his heart skips, a fleeting feeling until it quickens when those lips press back. part of him knows he shouldn't have indulged - that they both know it would have been better to move on from that admittance, to turn their eye away and continue on.
and yet every second of this feels right. like it was meant to be. as if it was always going to end up this way. eyes slip to a close as he familiarizes to the feel of that mouth against his own, peeks of fangs lightly grazing that bottom lip when that kiss deepens. he can feel every breath being swallowed with the brush of their noses, heads tilting to feel more of those lips on his.
ears tremble in a fold back, burying into dark hair with an arch to his back when that palm maps along the exposed layer of his back. shuddering to that callus roughness that causes a churning pleasure in his stomach. a thumb smooths over cyno's cheek, gingerly holding that cheek in his own palm. it encourages fingers to reach up to tickle into white strands, fingertips dragging lightly over his scalp.
though his chest starts to tighten as he loses his breath amidst their shared kiss, reminding himself to breathe through his nose. however, that feel of a hum emitting from the other man does pull a chuckle from tighhnari himself. he can't help but smile, his tail dipping low to curl around part of cyno. he wants nothing more than to commit this moment to memory - to remember the way it feels to kiss cyno. he could easily get addicted to it. ]
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and yet every second of this feels right. like it was meant to be. as if it was always going to end up this way. eyes slip to a close as he familiarizes to the feel of that mouth against his own, peeks of fangs lightly grazing that bottom lip when that kiss deepens. he can feel every breath being swallowed with the brush of their noses, heads tilting to feel more of those lips on his.
ears tremble in a fold back, burying into dark hair with an arch to his back when that palm maps along the exposed layer of his back. shuddering to that callus roughness that causes a churning pleasure in his stomach. a thumb smooths over cyno's cheek, gingerly holding that cheek in his own palm. it encourages fingers to reach up to tickle into white strands, fingertips dragging lightly over his scalp.
though his chest starts to tighten as he loses his breath amidst their shared kiss, reminding himself to breathe through his nose. however, that feel of a hum emitting from the other man does pull a chuckle from tighhnari himself. he can't help but smile, his tail dipping low to curl around part of cyno. he wants nothing more than to commit this moment to memory - to remember the way it feels to kiss cyno. he could easily get addicted to it. ]