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It started innocuously enough, making the long trek from unrelenting sandstorms of the desert and back to the buzzing hubbub at the heart of Sumeru City. The dust had settled from the war waged against the Akedemiya and its corrupt rulers were extradited once and for all. As if a symbolic gesture to the new age of knowledge, the sun had just reached its highest peak in the sky, beaming through the stained glass of the uppermost story of The House of Daena, the ex-Grand Sage’s secret quarters. Now, before you, was promise.
”I won’t be bothered to do errand work on top of my handlings alongside Lesser Lord Kusanali to clean up this mess we are facing with the Sages. Since Amurta’s leader, Naphis, is still in good graces, I have approved his request to send a letter. Tighnari, you know him, yes? It is addressed to him. I could not find someone more suitable to deliver this message, since it was you who managed to gather valuable information from him about The Doctor’s schemes.” Alhaitham sat his provisional desk rubbing his temple, brows furrowed in displeasure. You couldn’t blame him, dealing with the fallout and mountains of paperwork was probably the last thing you’d want to do. While he wasn’t a self proclaimed “leader”, he did do a wonderful job at maintaining his calm. For now.
Not wanting to see Alhaitham grow any more irritated, you quickly agreed. “Tighnari, yes, I haven’t seen him since I last visited Avydia Forest to celebrate Mahamatra Cyno’s reinstatement. I’ll get it to him.” Your voice came out a tad more ardent than you would have liked— but it wasn’t because you were restless to see the Forest Watcher again or anything.
Nope.
He looked up at you with a raised brow and slowly slid the manila envelope over to you, though thankfully it seemed he was otherwise dismissive of your eager response.
“Good. I have a lot to do, but if you run into Kaveh, please send him my way. I need to have a word with that lunatic.” his voice was brusque and laced with spite.
“Paimon wonders how Tighnari recovered from that sneak lighting attack by the Baladeer! Oouhhh, it makes Paimon nervous, Paimon hates to see our friends get hurt.” The little fairy drudged on idly as you hoisted yourself up a mountainside with a sturdy tree root. She just as easily flew over the obstacle with facile fluidity.
You grunted in agreement as Paimon babbled on, your own mind racing as you finally cut in, albeit quite gracelessly.
“I am worried too Paimon, but I think I need to speak to Tighnari privately about.. well, everything.”
Paimon let out a gasp in dismay, twirling about as she crossed her arms. “A secret conversation so important that Paimon doesn’t even get to know? Paimon thought we shared everything about one another, hmm?!”
You shook your head and managed to let out a small chuckle. If only, Paimon. You could never fathom indulging your companion about certain memories from your past, and definitely not the fact that Tighnari had fucked you in an accidental self-inflicted aphrodisiac fueled haze a few months back.
Those things you would happily take with you to the grave.
“Trust me Paimon, you’d fall asleep listening to us talk, and besides, I’d fill you in if I learned anything important about the Hydro Archon or Fontaine.” In a short while, you would go on to the next part of your journey, and despite it all, your heart ached a bit more than you were comfortable with at the idea of leaving your friends behind; leaving Tighnari behind. Which was exactly why you had to take this opportunity to talk to him.
“Uggh fine— but it isn’t like you to be so secretive! It has Paimon so curious even if it is supposed to be boring talk.”
Under the canopy of green it seemed to grow dark even faster, only the light of yellow-gold lanterns brightening up your path. Familiar faces greeted you kindly as you made your way to Tighnari’s quaint dwelling, and it wasn’t fast before Paimon had dropped her grudge at the offer of homemade Pita Pockets from Collei.
“Oh, it really is so great to see you, Traveler, Paimon! Are you sure you aren’t hungry?” You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a small surprised gasp as Collei pulled you into a tight embrace. She pulled away quickly flushed with embarrassment.
“—Sorry for hugging you so suddenly! Ever since my Elezar was cured I have tried to get better with touching others, and gosh, I just was worried about you and—“
“Collei, don’t worry about it. It is unfortunate I have to decline though, I need to meet up with Tighnari and pass on a message from the Akedemiya.” You pulled the embossed envelope from your knapsack before slipping it back. “It is very important, but I would love to make you a dish from Monstadt in the morning before I hit the road, how does a stack of Tea Break Pancakes and Teyvat Fried Eggs sound?” It was impossible to not break into a wide grin as Collei brightened up, instantly agreeing.
“Hey! Just be sure to make enough for Paimon too!”
While Tighnari’s hut did not technically have a door, he had craftily created a small barricade, to keep the cold out, it seemed. Fastened together were large green leaves and thick pale slabs of bark. You reached your hand out to knock, hand hanging midair as the makeshift door slid away to the side.
“Tighnari mentioned he heard you enter the forest. Even then, I’m surprised to see you here, and at this hour, no less.”
Cyno?
“Ah, Cyno, it’s great to see you,” You slid in, eager to escape the chill of night. “I thought you were at the Akedemiya?”
Despite the thick nipping air, Cyno did not adorn his black cloak, instead, he simply wore his well fitted bermuda‘s, chestplate and jackal headpiece neatly set on Tighnari’s desk. You were curious as to why Collei had not mentioned Cyno being there, and even more curious about why he was there. Tighnari’s expression came into view, making you evermore perplexed. “Am.. I interrupting something?”
“Don’t worry, you aren’t interrupting. I have a day off before I must return to my duties, but I am glad you are here.” You observed them meet eyes for a moment and Tighnari nodded wordlessly. A confirmation. He cleared his throat. “Actually, Tighnari and I would like to discuss something with you.”
Silent until then, Tighnari perked his ears up and scooted over on the bed to make room for you. Hesitantly, you took a seat. Cyno pulled up the wooden desk chair to sit in front of you, arms resting on his bare thighs.
“Yes, we do. Traveler, I hope it will not offend you to say that Cyno is well aware of our previous copulation.”
Nothing could have prepared you for that brash statement. The letter far out of mind, your mouth fell open as you darted between the two of them with wide eyes. Tighnari’s cheeks were flushed, tail swishing anxiously at the admission, while Cyno bore his deep smoldering eyes into you with a grade-A wisenheimer smirk.
Tighnari was quick to pull you back from your thoughts, letting out a small tsk. “Oh Traveler, don’t believe now that it is my goal to gab to anyone and everyone about my promiscuities, I only told Cyno about our night together because we are partners.”
“I… see.” To come all this way, ready to confront this lingering pining for Tighnari, only to learn that he had a partner— that the partner was Cyno, left you at a loss for words. You wanted to spit out apologies, to run as far away from Avydia and Sumeru as possible. Yet, he wasn’t upset. Neither of them were.
“It’s not as though I’m opposed, had the opportunity arisen, I would have done the same.” You almost missed the way Cyno’s gaze dipped down to your figure before shooting back to yours in the blink of an eye.
You always expected for Mahamatra Cyno to shy away from romance, too caught up in his work to worry or bother with love or lust or sex. Then again, you had initially thought the same of Tighnari first meeting him.
“So I take it this is a proposition?” You quipped. What else could it be, between Tighnari’s sudden admission and Cyno’s very intent expression?
“You’re not wrong, though the decision is up to you.” Tighnari assured, “But let me be clear— both of us want this. While Cyno and I up until this point have remained monogamous, one night has caused us to rethink that constant. Albeit, I intended to guide you through your adverse reaction to those aphrodisiac laden berries from a completely clinical and biological stance, it was difficult to deny the effects you seemed to have on me. This wasn’t a decision made overnight.”
“I’ve made my decision as well.” With a keen smile, you reached out to close the gap with Tighnari, gently brushing your palm down the backside of his glossy ear. Cyno intently followed your movements and just like that, the switch had been flipped.
To watch them kiss made your stomach furl up in knots, slither and then ignite into flames. It was impossible to deny how good they looked together, Tighnari’s hand finding its way into Cyno’s fluffy white locks, the way a peek of Cyno’s tongue swiped sensually across Tighnari’s lips. How quickly it turned needy and deprived. And when they pulled away, their breaths intermingled with an undeniable heavy desire.
“Come here, little Flower.” While you frankly could watch them for longer unreserved, it seemed Tighnari had no plans of leaving you out. He drew you in and lightly brushed his lips against yours. Warm, salty, and damp, the skin of rosy lips tingled. However, try as he might, you would not allow Tighnari to tease you any longer. You surged into him with vigor, wrapping your arm around his shoulders as he sharply inhaled your sudden overwhelming scent. In the corner of your mind, you could sense his hands finding a spot along your waist.
Then another set of hands were on you.
Featherlight fingers brushed along your shoulder, inwards to the crook of your neck and down your spine. You shivered as the phantom touch morphed into a firm hand unfastening your cloak, and Cyno’s lips found their way to your bare shoulder blade. He had slid from his perch in the chair to position behind you, hands daring to dip under the hem of your garments.
“Traveler,” Cyno’s voice was deep as he murmured, sitting back up to lean by your ear. “Undress him, and then yourself.” To whisper a command so sinfully indulgent— you had no intention to disobey his words.
You were grateful Tighnari was already in his sleepwear, a light woven tunic and his signature baggy pants to boot. You felt two pairs of eyes on you as you leaned forward to run a palm down his chest. He let out a small huff and leaned into your palm, pushing you on.
Underneath his shirt was a surprising sight. You assumed at one point the markings were inflamed and tender and red, but now they had faded to a pale pink, a stem of raised tissue that spread like tree roots from the base of his right shoulder and weaving in and out below his belly button.
Maybe you could discuss it in the morning, but now wasn’t the right time to ask about his injury. Instead, you gazed up with a slight smile and pointedly kissed along his scar, down, down, until you reached his pantline. You could visually tell the fennec eared man had long since become aroused, a tent of fabric bunched up and straining. He was leaning back on his palms, fists tightening in the sheets as the pants slowly slid from his waist. He didn’t have anything on underneath. Up close, you allowed yourself to take in his form. It was thick, a curved pinkish muscle with veins running along to the tip, which now beaded a generous amount of pearly precum.
Part of yourself wanted to go down on him in that instant, but it was impossible to forget the watchful gaze on you, waiting for orders to be fulfilled. Taking a deep breath, you kicked your shoes off hastily and stripped your garments. As nice as it would be to give the two a nice striptease, personally, it felt as though a moment longer without their touch would be a moment far long enough.
Cyno rose to his feet and met you halfway. He had already taken the initiative of removing his bermuda’s, tanned skin glowing in the lantern light. He kissed you for the first time, pouted deep tinted lips molding against yours in a way so starkly different than Tighnari’s. While the latter was decisive, he seemed to get engrossed in the splendor of a kiss. Cyno, however, was precise, rapt in finding the perfect impulsion and tempo. His arms snaked down to the curve of your behind, trailing down, down, and..
He pulled away, enticing.
On the cot, Tighnari was dragging a palm along his cock, lip caught between his teeth.
“Eager, are we?” Cyno teased, “Then I will prepare them throughly for you.”
Cyno guided you hand in hand to the cot, only to turn and quickly push you down against it with agile hands.
You looked up through your lashes to Tighnari. He smiled gently, resting his free hand in your hair. “Are you ready?”
Unfortunately, you did not answer in time.
You jumped as Cyno’s tongue swiftly ran up your sex. Preening at the sudden direct contact, it was hard to silence the gasp that came from your lips.
Tighnari chuckled and fisted your hair into his palm, raising your head. It stung, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Watch him.” Cyno went back in for more, fluttering his tongue around your clit, gathering the fluids from your desire and groaning into the heat. Adept fingers traced your hole as you whimpered for more, he was quick to catch on. He wasted no time, dipping them inside. Yet he seemed to narrowly evade the sweetest spot inside of you, no doubt intentional. You wriggled your hips, a silent plea to indulge you. He pulled his head back, lips wet with essence as he shook his head in disapproval. “You can’t cum yet. Not until Nari fucks you.” His fingers still curled inside you, languidly opening you up.
“I’m ready— please I—“
“Are you?” Cyno crooked his finger to just barely graze the assailable spot.
“Yes!” You croaked, thighs trembling from the denial.
“I’d say they’re more than ready, any more teasing and our dear Traveler may explode.” Tighnari agreed, though it seemed more likely that he was just as eager to chase the pleasure with you.
You were hoisted up and maneuvered, it felt equal parts tantalizing and surreal to be manhandled and positioned by strong arms at their will alone.
Tighnari had you sat on your hands and knees, head nestled in the soft blankets below, hair tousled about freely. Cyno was beside you, his strong thighs just centimeters away from where you rested. Tighnari stood at the bedside, taking in such a bewitching sight as he stroked himself unashamedly.
While foxes can be known to play with their prey, it is only a matter of time before they pounce.
And so, the sudden brush of hot skin teased at your entrance, circling once, twice, and then sinking into you, was enough to make you rasp. He pushed in partially, inching out, and plunging deeper until he was seated inside you. Tighnari hissed, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you back to fully sheathe his aching member. “Fuck, oh,” he groaned taking his time to split you open. “So good…” He gave a punctuated thrust, “You feel so good—“
Desperate to anchor yourself, your arm found its way to Cyno’s thigh, gripping at it tightly as your body jerked forward again, again, again. Turning your head to look from the corner of your eye up at the Mahamatra, his face was dark with assiduity. His hand found your wrist, guiding it up his thigh and to his desire. Despite your unsteadiness, you were greedy to provide for him as well.
You weren’t sure how he got much from such a sloppy and disheveled handjob, yet the low grunts and moans were enough to indicate his satisfaction.
It pushed Tighnari to lose himself, pulling you back and forth to meet his thrusts as his nails dug into your hips. You tightened around him, spasming endlessly as you tried your hardest to keep your hand moving, but Tighnari made it hard to think, breathe.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Cyno asked. You were close to the precipice, nearly mounting the high, yet his question was not aimed towards you directly.
Behind you, Tighnari let out a strangled gasp and leaned down, pressing his body to yours as his arms encompassed your stomach, holding you tightly. “M’close,” he shuddered, “Traveler, I’m going to cum..” His hips slapped against your as he flushed against you. “Cynaah— my Flower—“
It was what sent you over the edge.
You cried out, hand stilling as you trembled against him, writhing in celestial ecstasy.
Cyno had half the mind to muffle your cries with his palm to avoid waking up the forest rangers.
You could feel the slick of combined orgasms drip down your legs as he pulled out, sullying the sheets below. In any other situation you would cringe at the sensation, but the residual warmth had you riding on a blissful cloud far, far away.
“Traveler, I should remind you we are not done yet.” Cyno’s voice sent you back to reality, “And at this point, I really want to have you.”
When you sat up to meet Cyno’s lips again, his tongue brushing yours, you could taste yourself on him.
He eased you into his lap, and Tighnari effortlessly found his place behind you, leaning your frame against his firm chest.
While Tighnari was thicker and veiny, Cyno’s member was sizably longer and more slender straight, a pretty dark sepia that complimented him nicely. You didn’t get to admire it for long, however, because Cyno was impatient and well past his limits.
He met your gaze and pushed you down on top of him, meeting you halfway with an arc of his hips. Sitting on his knees, it was easy for him to press all the way inside.
You fell back into Tighnari for support as Cyno immediately began jutting back and forth within you. His grunts almost came out as growls, sharp pants and pointed expressions of pleasure taking over his rationale. “You weren’t wrong, mmh.. They feel so tight, even after you fucked them.” Watching Cyno speak so filthily, to see his brows clenched and eyes fixed shut in deep pleasure was addictive. To look so debauched and primal, yet so unabashedly beautiful was sending your already oversensitive pussy into constant pulsing shockwaves of pleasure. If Tighnari hadn’t been behind you, gently propping you up you surely would have fallen into a gelatinous heap on the bed.
“Cyno, Cyno..”You called, holding tightly onto his biceps as they guided you over and over to meet his hips. “If you don’t— slow down I’ll..!”
“You’ll cum?” He asked through gritted teeth, “Hold off- ngh.. just a little longer. You can do that right?”
Nodding pathetically, you were eager to please him. In reality, however, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. Tighnari had begun sucking kisses and nips into the small of your neck. “Just a little longer.” He whispered, reaching his hand down to sensually circle your clit. It was such an explicit difference to the sharp, unrelenting thrusts that Cyno incited on your body.
And just when you thought you had reached your limit, tears pricking your eyes from the strain of holding back your high, Cyno suddenly ground to a halt, emptying himself into you with a grunt no— a moan. A low resounding groan which trailed into an open mouthed cry of pleasure. Tighnari eased you through your second orgasm, milking the blistering precipice for all that it was worth.
Leaning down to you, Cyno pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth and jaw, easing you back.
“You did so well.”
After an unceremonious cleanup and only minor bickering over bed arrangements, you had all settled in to fresh sheets, still bare and content. Tucked up to Cyno’s side with your head on his chest, Tighnari took the other side, occasionally scooting to press kisses to the Mahamatra’s lips, then yours. It was a tight fit, but it was warm. Warm and safe.
“I’m not sure when we will meet again on your travels, but know that in Sumeru, you will always have us to come to, dear.”
“And cum to—“
“Cyno!!”