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Three knocks on the door, light and almost coquettish as if asking permission, are all Tighnari needs to know that he’s absolutely fucked. His spine goes rigid, his ears flatten against his head and his face drains of all colour, almost entirely against his will.

The chat floods in seconds with worried questions from his students, and Tighnari sighs as he reads them, calming himself down—at least outwardly. The… little problem between his thighs will just have to wait (thankfully, there’s only about twenty minutes left of today’s lecture anyway). It’s a little concerning, really, how he goes to half-mast with just a knock, but he finds that he doesn’t care. The kind of beauty that elicits this response deserves every bit of it.

Professor, is everything alright?

Woah, you don’t look so great Prof

Professor are u sick?  

“Yes, just a little bit. I’m going to get myself something warm to drink…” He coughs to make the act believable. “I’ll be back in a minute. Skip ahead to take notes if you want, just keep your questions in mind or write them down and I’ll explain them when I’m back.”

He turns off his camera and mutes himself, finally calling out, “Come in!”

The door creaks open, and—by God , he was not prepared for this. He’s never prepared, not really, but this… Tighnari’s jaw falls slack, some drool collecting in his mouth as the most incredible vision he’s ever laid eyes on saunters into the room with a swing in his pretty hips and an annoyed pout on his gorgeous lips. Yet while certainly the best part, that’s far from where it ends.

Cyno is clad in a pair of sheer lavender pants, his lacy black panties perfectly visible where they hug the curve of his ass. Slim golden chains studded with amethyst hang around his hips, all ending at his diamond navel piercing; the same chains twine up his arms, clinging to the muscular brown flesh; jewel-encrusted rings line his flawlessly manicured fingers and toes. Rows of necklaces hang around his neck, and as Tighnari’s gaze trails upwards to that exquisite face, his heart catches in his chest. Clear lip gloss has Cyno’s pout glistening just so, and his eyes, those burning sunsets that set Tighnari on fire with just a glance, are rimmed with gold and lined with kohl. And the final touch, the one that has Tighnari nearly fainting—the crown on his head, nestled into his artfully messy white locks that are loose about his shoulders.

It’s the same outfit he’d bought Cyno nearly two months ago, down to all the jewellery (including the tiara). It had come that very day, Tighnari only too happy to pay for the expedited shipping—but Cyno hadn’t even bothered to glance at it, walking away and beckoning him with a hooked finger to their bedroom. After that the package had been mostly forgotten…

Until now, that is.

“You made me wait.” Cyno stops inches before Tighnari’s desk and crosses his arms over his chest. The chains go taut, and Tighnari swallows, mouth dry.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just—”

“Whatever,” Cyno huffs. “Don’t you have a class to be teaching?”

“I—” Tighnari looks at the clock. Shit , it’s been five full minutes. He doesn’t have much time left. “Right. I’ll… I’ll make it up to you, I promise, I’ll do whatever you want me to—”

“Yes, you will.” Cyno cuts him off, eyes glinting, and Tighnari gulps. “Starting right now.”

And he disappears, only to resurface between Tighnari’s knees. Those eyes consume him, so all-encompassing.

“If you behave and hold it all in for me, I’ll reward you later. If not…” And he burns under that gaze. “We’ll see about your punishment. But you’re going to be good for me, right, daddy?”

“Yes.” Tighnari takes a deep, shuddering breath. “I’ll be g—good. Only for—only for you, baby.”

Cyno says nothing, just appraises him quietly before unzipping his pants and taking him out—and Tighnari can’t help gasping when that wet heat slides around his cock. It’s a struggle not to cream instantly: how is he going to teach like this?

A pinch of his inner thigh, and he looks back down at Cyno, whose eyes are cool and demanding. Do as you’re told. Tighnari swallows and turns his camera on with shaky hands, unmuting his mic.

“Right, yes, I’m s—sorry about that. I feel a little better, th—thank you for asking. Uh, on… on the next slide here, pay attention to…”

And it never gets better. Tighnari barely makes it through the next five minutes, all his effort concentrated on not looking like the drooling, needy mess that Cyno has turned him into. He knows he’s out of it, knows he’s far from on top of his game, but his students can live with it for one day. If they ever laid eyes on Cyno, they’d know how impressive it was that he even has a job beyond dutifully serving at his god’s feet.

Still ten minutes left… Cyno’s hand comes up to grasp his balls, and Tighnari grits his teeth against the wave of pain and pleasure that threatens to bowl him over. “Everyone… please, take notes on these processes. They’re going to be a large part of your semester exam, so even if you don’t care about my class, at least—at least keep that in mind.”

Five minutes. Cyno pulls off with a wet pop that Tighnari knows only his ears caught, and he can’t stop them from standing up very straight on his head, try as he might. He breathes in shakily, trying his best to ignore it as he continues, “Today’s homework will be just to read the textbook, go over what we did in class to—”

His voice breaks , as Cyno blows a breath of burning hot air over his slit.

Are you sure you’re alright, Professor?

Prof u rly should take a break :O

“Ah…” Tighnari groans, recovering a little, his voice a whisper. “Yes. Yes, I think I’ll end class a little early. Just read—read what we went over,”—Cyno’s mouth is back on his dick and it’s all he can do not to spurt —“and be prepared for… tomorrow.”

And without a second thought, he slams his laptop shut and lets himself go at last. Drool trips down the sides of his mouth, his ears droop in utter boneless pleasure, and he leans back in his chair, moaning with reckless abandon. Their mansion is large enough that no one will hear, and if they did, well… they’d understand. Anyone could understand anything if it involved the man whose barest glance could topple nations.

Cyno pulls off his cock at last and smiles, standing up. Tighnari whines a little at the loss but comes to himself soon enough, gazing desperately upon his husband.

“Baby…”

“Good job, daddy,” Cyno coos, taking a few steps to the left and sinking to his knees again. “You did so good for me, don’t you think you deserve a little reward? I’ll let you come in my mouth. Come on, fuck my throat and let me milk you dry. I know how much you want to.”

And who is Tighnari to disobey the orders of his pretty prince?

“You’re so perfect, my sweet prince, so cute, full of my cock like this.” He can barely talk, breath coming in laboured pants as he focuses on fucking into Cyno’s throat. Cyno claws at his thighs, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as his cheeks are stuffed full over and over. “Daddy’s being so good for you, I’m gonna give you everything you want. I’m gonna scream so loud for you, they hear me the next town over. I’m being so good for you, are you pleased, my baby?”

The satisfied glint in Cyno’s eyes, still a little wet, tells him everything. A tiny nod of permission, and Tighnari lets go, screaming as he comes while Cyno swallows as easily as anything. 

“God, I love you. I love you, baby,” he slurs, delirious. “Take whatever you want from me.”

Cyno wipes his mouth and stands up. Tighnari takes him into his arms and kisses him all over his face, and Cyno simply grins, tapping his bicep.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, okay? Follow me.” He doesn’t have to say the last part. They both know that Tighnari will do nothing but follow, follow his prince, his god, his everything wherever he goes.

“Okay,” Tighnari says anyway, and the happy flash in Cyno’s eyes is so, so worth it.

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When Cyno told him they were taking things to the bedroom, this was not what Tighnari had expected.

He’d assumed, foolishly enough, that by this time he’d be fucking into Cyno like a madman, finally getting to taste his sweet lips and grasp his slender waist. That both of them would be seeing stars and then they would be done. He'd even shed his clothes in anticipation the minute they'd entered the bedroom. They haven’t had a chance to get around to much in these past couple of weeks; Cyno’s latest case has been eating into all his time to the point that he only returns from his firm well past two in the morning, and with finals week coming up, Tighnari has been suffering through the incredibly enjoyable task of setting an exam. Being as pent-up as they are, he had thought—hoped—that Cyno would have mercy on him. 

But he should have known better. Things are never that simple with Cyno. He’s beyond insatiable, with a sadist streak that runs a mile wide, and Tighnari has only encouraged it to grow every time he indulges him. Plus, Cyno has always been a little volatile, letting his frustrations build up until they bubble over.

And so it is that he’s here . Here being standing stock-still in front of his husband, breath caught in his chest as Cyno stalks around him with the grace of a predator on the hunt.

He gulps, unable to contain the mixture of slight fear and heavy arousal that has him hard when he’d come just ten minutes ago. Cyno continues to walk, not saying a word, and the tension in the air is so thick that Tighnari thinks it might crush his lungs.

Finally, his husband stops in front of him. Tighnari dares not move an inch as Cyno sizes him up, seemingly looking for something. When those pretty glossed lips thin in displeasure, he knows Cyno has not found it.

Ah, he’s fucked beyond belief, isn’t he? But what’s worse is that the thought of his predicament is exciting . Tighnari holds his breath as Cyno leans in and puts a hand on the back of his bare neck, pulling their faces so agonizingly close that he’s about to break and kiss him. But Cyno’s breath only ghosts over his lips, tantalizing and warm, and he drifts back in seconds, leaving Tighnari wanting so, so desperately.

Then he speaks.

“What are you still standing for, daddy? Don’t you know by this point that you should be on your knees for me?”

Oh. Oh, shit, how had he forgotten? Tighnari drops to the floor at once, head bowed, ears drooping in submission.

“I’m sorry, baby. Will you forgive me?”

“Hmph.” Cyno paces around him, jewellery clinking, tone dissatisfied. “At least you know how to follow orders when they’re given. Do you want me to reward you? Want me to play nice?”

“Yes,” Tighnari stutters, nodding so fast his neck feels like it’s going to come off his head. “Yes, please, baby. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, just for you. Whatever you want from me.”

“Really? Whatever I want?” Cyno pauses in front of him, and Tighnari keeps his eyes on his feet; he has not been given permission to look up, after all. A rough hand grabs his chin, tilting it upwards to lock their gazes. Cyno’s eyes blaze like embers, mouth set in a line—he is nothing short of royal, and Tighnari craves him. “Just remember, you’re the one that promised.”

“Anything for you,” Tighnari says breathlessly. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Anything,” Cyno repeats, and a glint enters his eyes. “Very well. Follow me.”

Tighnari stands up and does as he’s told. Cyno walks them over to a corner of the bedroom, where his favourite armchair sits, and settles down into it with all the regality of an emperor. Tighnari kneels before him, this time without prompting, and keeps his eyes lowered. 

“Now listen carefully. I want you to spread your legs for me like a good little whore, daddy. And I want you to look at me while you do it, hmm? No talking allowed, either.”

“Y—yes, baby,” Tighnari chokes out, obeying with the immediacy of an overeager puppy. His knees are spread so far apart his thighs burn, and his dick is almost flat against his stomach, red and upright.

Then Cyno’s foot comes down on him, and Tighnari sees white .

His back arches and his knees dig further into the carpeted floor, somehow widening the gap. It’s all he can do not to bend over and press his face into the floor with how electrifying this feels. As a trained dancer, Cyno has always been agile and bendy, but Tighnari had no idea what that fully entailed until just now as every carefully manufactured stroke of Cyno’s extraordinarily flexible feet sends him into seventh heaven.

“Ahhh. Ahhh, shit, baby, fuck, you’re so good —” His voice snaps when Cyno flicks a toe against his slit. The only order he’s able to follow at this point is to watch Cyno; to stay transfixed upon his sweetly wicked smile, his cruelly satisfied gaze, the way he remains so artfully cold and composed as he turns Tighnari into putty in his hands. It’s perfect, just the way Cyno is perfect. Tighnari can’t think past the stars in his vision, the white behind his eyelids every time he closes them, or the mess of burning sensation at his groin. Dimly he realises there’s drool trailing from the corner of his mouth, and his tongue is lolling out, broken gasps falling from his lips. 

When he comes at last it is with a soft cry and a sudden, involuntary upward jerk of his hips into the sole of Cyno’s foot. A hand is in his hair, gently stroking, and at once it becomes harsh, tugging his locks downwards with so much force it actually hurts. Tighnari whimpers, eyes finally refocusing to see Cyno over him looking equal parts amused and displeased.

“How disobedient you’ve become in just two weeks. Who said you could come? Look at what a mess you’ve made, daddy.” His prince tuts and lifts his cum-covered foot with the elegance of high nobility, nudging his toes against Tighnari’s lips. “Go on. You know what to do, don’t you?”

And Tighnari’s face burns . He stares desperately up at Cyno, but to no avail; the prodding grows more insistent, and with no other choice he leans forward. Taking Cyno’s deceptively delicate-looking foot in both hands, he opens his mouth and starts to suck.

The very first lick has him wanting to shrivel up and die. Cyno’s unrelenting gaze, the way he sits relaxed yet commanding like a king demanding obeisance, all of it makes Tighnari feel so small and insignificant. So humiliated, reduced to this basest of positions as he cups Cyno’s leg and presses his face to it. 

And yet there are not words for just how much he loves it. He swirls his tongue around Cyno’s toe, sucking up his own bitter musk, and revels in the warm glow of service. He presses kisses to the soles of Cyno’s feet, rubs circles into his calves, and drags his mouth up his heels to his shin. Licking up the final drops, trapped between Cyno’s hallux and his index toe, he raises his head to meet his god’s eyes. Cyno is silent, but there is a certain spark in his irises that tells Tighnari it’s safe to talk. 

“Was I good for you, baby?” he breathes out, still holding onto Cyno’s leg. “Did I clean you up good? Was I a good daddy?”

Cyno remains quiet for a few seconds. Then his pretty lips break from their stone mould into a soft, sweet smile.

“Go lie down and I’ll tell you.”

Joy bursts inside Tighnari’s chest. They both know that go lie down only means one thing. Happily, he complies, lying flat on his back and keeping his eyes glued to his prince while Cyno damn near rips off his pants and underwear. It’s usually more sensual than this, but he can sense Cyno’s own impatience and his desire to have Tighnari buried hilt-deep in him.

His buried desire, Tighnari thinks a little hysterically as Cyno saunters over, completely naked except for the tiara still perched on his brow. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? It’s a bit terrifying how whipped he is; but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Cyno straddles his lap now, and in seconds Tighnari is hard again, gazing rapturously up at the beautiful creature sat atop him. This close, Cyno’s top surgery scars are starkly visible to him—long faded and near-impossible to find for anyone else, but Tighnari knows where to look for them. He remembers how Cyno’d cried in his arms when his surgery date was booked at last, the soft euphoria on his face when he woke up to Tighnari by his bedside. He remembers, and loves Cyno more and more every minute.

“You’ve been so good, daddy,” Cyno purrs now, dragging a hand over Tighnari’s chest. “So good for me. Just relax and let me take care of you. You deserve a reward, so enjoy it, mm?”

Tighnari can only nod as Cyno slicks lube onto his fingers and begins stretching himself open. Once he’s all done, he wastes no time, stroking Tighnari a few times to lube him up and slipping a condom onto him before he takes him in.

There are no words for how right this feels. Cyno bounces on his cock like there’s no tomorrow and Tighnari lets himself go. All he wants to do is grasp him and fuck him into the mattress, but Cyno’s bruising grip on his hips keeps him stationary. So Tighnari tips his head back as far as it will go and screams Cyno’s name over and over, chanting it like a prayer. Isn’t that what it is, at this point? The only god that could ever make him feel this sort of ardent devotion is the one riding him into oblivion and back right now.

“You—” He gasps between words, barely able to speak. “You’re divine , always have been— aaaah —I love you, I love you so much—”

Cyno comes with as high-pitched a cry as his natural bass voice will let him, and it is only after him that Tighnari’s own hips jerk upwards, letting go at long last. Cyno loosens around him and rolls off, flopping to the side, expression soft and exhausted. Tighnari pulls the condom away, throws it into the bin in the corner and wipes himself clean with the tissues they keep in the drawer. Reaching over, he cleans Cyno off as best he can, although he’ll definitely have to shower first thing in the morning.

“Love you,” Cyno says tiredly, stroking his cheek. “Did I go too far?”

“No. Never.” Tighnari cups his face. “I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you,” Cyno says again and buries his face in Tighnari’s collarbone. There’s barely any space between them and the sheets are still a little sticky from where Tighnari didn’t catch the mess quite in time, but… it’s alright. They can wait until the morning.

As Cyno falls asleep against him, Tighnari focuses on his breathing and thinks: I have all the time in the world, if it’s for you.