[ It's later than Kaveh would like it to be as he pushes open the door to the medical office. The establishment being what is is, Tighnari is technically on call at all hours, but Kaveh has always tried his best not to bother him when he knows he should be sleeping. Being the lone medic for an entire brothel means that he's often busy, after all.
But right now, he doesn't really have much of a choice. It was just an accident, and the client was appropriately mortified— and tipped Kaveh accordingly as the apologies fell over and over from his lips— but the amount of blood in the water when he tried to bathe freaked him out, and so he abandoned the effort for the time being and came to the medical office instead. It follows that he still reeks of sex, the client's cum wet on his thighs as it drips from his used cunt, hair mussed and red kiss marks over his neck and chest. As pretty as ever, but well-fucked. Used, and tired.
And his lingerie is stained in the back with the same red that clouded the water of his tub.
The office is dark, though, and the guilt swells heavy in his chest. For a moment, he thinks about just going back to his room, rubbing a salve over the injury and wrapping himself tight in something to try and still the blood, to wait for morning to come before he returns to the medical office. But he knows all too well that his friend and coworker will be livid later if he doesn't press on; so he does, taking a step inside and letting the door close behind him, the ribbon of hallway light disappearing with it. ]
tighnari knows his rut cycles. he's had them nearly his entire life - it comes part and parcel with being valuka shuna, there's simply no way around it. but it's absolutely inconvenient, especially now, when he's more or less in the sexual prime of his life - his body demands much of him, demands that he rut, and breed, and take a mate. at first, he had allowed nature to take its course, and simply endured the hot pangs, but as he grew older and his rut became steadily more unbearable, he began to take supplements to suppress it when it came around.
the past few years it has worked like a charm. but now?
now, tighnari can't sleep. he's overheated, slick with sweat and painfully hard in his underclothes. seeing to himself hasn't helped at all, it brings only the briefest sense of relief before the itch it at it again - gods, how is he going to manage to work tomorrow?
or tonight, it would seem? for a rarity, tighnari did not hear kaveh's approach beneath the pounding of blood in his ears, but he does hear the creak of the door, and the call of a voice. oh good gods, now was a terrible time.. but tighnari could not turn him away. he knows full well that if kaveh is coming to his office apartment at this time of night, he must be in desperate need of care. tighnari rights himself, sitting up in bed and rubbing both padded hands against his face, before he's quickly yanking on a robe and stepping to the door that leads to his office.
the scent hits him like a brick to the face - the scent of sex, and blood, and kaveh. tighnari's pulse surges. he takes a breath. ]
[ Kaveh is not Valuka Shuna. The concepts of heat and rut in some species is something of which he is only abstractly aware, and while he wouldn't be surprised to learn it's something that affects his friend, it's not something to which he has ever given any thought. Yet, in the very moment that he hears Tighnari's voice, Kaveh can tell something is incredibly wrong. The medic sounds both tense and exhausted, like a tanbur string pulled dangerously tight, and it's enough to have the blonde bite his lower lip, to reconsider even being here in the first place. Maybe he should just go back to bed after all—
He swallows, and stands his ground, even as he wavers in place. He doesn't go back to his room. He doesn't ask what's wrong— at least not right now, despite the concern he's feeling. Instead, he answers Tighnari's question. ]
Sorry, I know it's late. I just... I'm hurt. [ He turns in place a little, just enough that the medic can see the blood staining the back of the silky, sheer lounge pants he tugged on to make the trip from his rooms to the other's office. ] My client went a little overboard with the flogger.
[ And then, just in case Tighnari gets mad: ]
Not on purpose. I'm okay, he's okay, he apologized, tipped me extra, but. Um. It's bleeding a lot, and it kind of freaked me out... Would you look at it for me? Please?
[ he can catch the scent of blood even before kaveh makes mention of it - the scent of blood, and of sex, thick and lurid in the air. it's no surprise, really, kaveh is a courtesan here, he sells his body freely, but right now the smell is enough to drive tighnari absolutely wild. his pulse spikes and his throat runs dry, and tighnari tenses where he stands, arousal ripping through his body, hot and unrestrained. ]
.. I see.
[ stay professional. do your job.
kaveh's words are lost on him almost immediately, and tighnari needs to shake himself, replay them in his mind before they sink in properly. ]
[ For all that Tighnari is doing his best to remain professional, the other's behavior only makes it clearer to his friend just how truthfully wrong something is right now. Because when it comes to Kaveh, Tighnari has never just been professional, not from the very start. The pair of them forged a bond remarkably quickly, and while Kaveh knows he can always trust the other to do what he's meant to do, it's usually accompanied with some sort of banter— some teasing, some sarcasm—
never just a request for him to get up on the table.
He does, though, get up as requested, lays on his stomach with his hips lifted just enough that the medic will be able to pull his lounge pants over them. But there's a frown on his face, a worry that the other's sharp ears will certainly hear in his voice. ]
[ of course kaveh would notice that something was off. they know one another very well, they're close friends, and kaveh is perceptive enough to pick up on the signals tighnari is emanating. his curtness, his tension - not to mention the physical symptoms: flushed skin, labored breathing, distracted glances this way and that. ]
I'm -
[ fine, he wants to say, but that would be a lie. he isn't fine, he won't be fine for several days, but it isn't kaveh's problem, isn't something kaveh needs to worry about, and as his patient lays himself down tighnari feels another pulse of arousal ripping through him, a terrible ache between his thighs. ]
It's nothing for you to worry about, Kaveh.
[ he tries to sound gentle, but just sounds tired. nevertheless, tighnari gets to work, washing his hands and tugging on gloves before he begins to examine kaveh's wounds, the welts on his back, bleeding freely. carefully, he tugs down the back of kaveh's pants. ]
[ He thinks for a moment that Tighnari is going to lie and simply say he's fine. But he doesn't. And that should be a relief, but it's not when his friend still bars him from helping by saying he shouldn't be worrying about it. Doesn't Tighnari know by now that telling him not to worry is pointless? Especially when the other sounds so tired and strained, when his skin is flushed as if with sickness, when the tension practically pours off him in waves. ]
...`Nari. [ It's a mumble, the start of a protest, but the other is already pulling on gloves and looking over his back, hands catching at the back of his pants to tug them down and over the roundness of his ass—
And the medic will quickly see just how wrecked he is. The skin is marred with the same welts as his back, the worst of them split open. Between his thighs, he's still wet with a mix of his slick and his client's cum, and his hurry to come here is evident in how the same drips from between his swollen, puffed cunt lips, dirtying Tighnari's table.
(He can feel it, and the embarrassment makes him forget to worry for a moment. He's not usually the type to come to the other in such a state—) ]
Sorry. It was. Uh. I tried to clean, but the blood freaked me out, so I came here first.
under normal circumstances, this would be simple enough for tighnari to face. he works for a brothel, he's seen this sort of thing a hundred times, it does not faze him. at the very most, he would be irritated with the client for being too rough with kaveh, but it would pass easily, and he would do his job. now?
now, tighnari sees red. the sight of the blood, the scent of sex, the cum that drips from kaveh's used cunt - tighnari's blood boils, his pulse spikes, and he feels a terrible clenching in his gut, tight enough to make his breath catch. ]
You.. this is..
[ it's too much. he can't handle this. his rut is absolutely raging, ripping through him like a wildfire catching on dry grass, and one of tighnari's hands lays against the back of kaveh's thigh, squeezing hard. his jaw sets and his teeth grit, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as the sheer intensity washes over him. his cock aches in his sleeping shorts, painfully hard, and his heart pounds in his throat like a fist. his grasp tightens.
then loosens again, as tighnari draws back, dizzied by the scent. ]
[ There are many things that don't make sense about their current situation. Tighnari, apparently so deeply asleep that he failed to hear Kaveh even before he opened the door. The brusque, almost sharp attitude surrounding his friend. The way he seems tired and irritated all at once. The way he all but owns up to something being wrong without being willing to say what.
And then, perhaps most telling of all, the sudden press of fingers, sharp nails biting into skin in a way that makes Kaveh first wince, and then make a soft whining sound under his breath— and Tighnari's grasp only tightens— ]
`Nari, you're hurting—
[ —but he lets go as soon as Kaveh starts to complain, says something in that brusque voice, tells Kaveh to go, and that's yet another thing that's just wrong, because Kaveh isn't healed. He's still bleeding and Tighnari is telling him to leave?
His frown creasing his brows deeply, Kaveh rolls over on the table, ignoring the sting of his injured backside touching the table, and not even noticing the fact that sitting like this is practically putting himself on display for the other man. ]
Tighnari, [ he says, and there's concern in his voice as he reaches for the other man, catches his forearm in one hand, ] what's going on? Why are you chasing me away?
[ And then his eyes catch at just the right angle, where, even in the dim lighting of the room, the strain of arousal is all too obvious against the front of Tighnari's nightwear. His eyes widen, and his legs close, hands belatedly covering himself— but even as he does, he's frowning in thought, because it still doesn't make sense. Tighnari is too good a medic to let something like this get in the way of his job, and yet right now he almost seems...
Out of control? ]
...What's going on? [ he asks again, his voice softer. ]
[ that soft little whine breaks tighnari's heart, and he's horrified to have hurt kaveh, even only in a very small way - it's not like him, it's not who he is, and immediately the guilt of it begins to chew at his bones. gods, he wishes that kaveh would just go, would take tighnari's advice and simply leave him be, but of course he doesn't, he stays, and tighnari is stuck with the sight of him half naked, and the thick, obscene scent of sex that clings to him.
he passes a hand over his eyes, panting hard, his skin clammy, too tight over his bones. ]
It's just..
[ tighnari inhales a deep, rattling breath, both hands coming to rest on the sides of the table, knuckles white, grasping hard. thoughtlessly, he presses close to kaveh, dragging his mouth along kaveh's jaw, inhaling his lovely, familiar scent as he pushes his hips between kaveh's legs, the heat of his erection pressing against his exposed cunt. it would be so easy to tear the rest of those clothes off, to fuck into him right now, hard and quick, and find some relief. but he doesn't. he's barely clinging onto his control, but he hasn't lost it yet. ]
[ The horror shows in Tighnari's eyes— Kaveh sees it— but it's very quickly replaced by something else, and then something happens that Kaveh would never have imagined had even an oracle told him it would. Tighnari bears down over him, somehow massive to Kaveh despite his more diminutive stature, and his mouth is dragging against the blonde's jaw, and his hips are pushing insistent against Kaveh's cunt, and Archons he can feel the wet of the precum through his sleep shorts. Oversensitive as he is, Kaveh lets out a whimper, something halfway between aroused and confused, because none of this makes sense, and yet there's something in his mind—
(His thoughts feel a little cloudy, he realizes. There's a sensation tugging at the back of his mind, something urging him to submit, to cave, to collapse and give. Something making his abused cunt ache with fresh need despite his having been only recently sated. He—)
Mm, Tighnari is talking. He blinks, drags himself back to reality. ]
A... a rut? `Nari, I didn't know you—
[ This isn't the time for Kaveh's surprise, though. And really? Later, when he has the time to think more on it, it will make sense. While he personally knows little of Valuka Shuna biology, they differ genetically from humans in a way that makes them similar to certain other species, those that do encounter things like this. And just because he's never seen Tighnari experience it before doesn't mean it's impossible.
But Tighnari is his friend, and he doesn't like to see him hurting. And he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it. And also—
and also— there's that sensation, urging him to part his legs and let the rutting male take—
Kaveh's legs part, the wounds on his back and ass temporarily forgotten. A hand reaches up, soft and gentle as it smooths over Tighnari's cheek. ]
You need to let it out, right? So use me. Let me help you, `nari.
[ the way kaveh softens and submits only makes it worse. tighnari's pulse skyrockets, his arousal surging, his hips grinding harder between kaveh's soft thighs, and the scent of sex and cum is driving him wild. ]
Kaveh - no..
[ he starts, but his hands move down kaveh's sides anyway, grasping as his hips to pull them forward, pressing their bodies together. he's so hard it's painful, his thin sleeping shorts damp with precum as he ruts against kaveh's body, pressing his face into the lovely curve of his neck.
this shouldn't be happening. it isn't fair - it isn't fair to either of them, it isn't right, and in the back of his mind tighnari is screaming at himself not to do this, to stop himself right now, but his body is moving on its own. his fangs rake along kaveh's pulse, and one hand slips between them, seeking out that wet cunt, his padded fingertips pressing to the bud of his clit. ]
Mine..
[ the sticky residual cum on his fingers drives him up a wall, he has to be rid of it, it has to be gone, kaveh is his, and his alone. ]
[ Tighnari says no, and Kaveh's brows knit, an odd feeling settling in the base of his spine. His thoughts are complicated. On one level, it makes every logical sense that the other would reject him— they are friends, and something like this could complicate things between them; on the other side, though, they are friends, and Kaveh has to wonder if it wouldn't be better and safer for Tighnari to get through this with someone he knows he can trust?
Deeper still are the awkward, uncomfortable feelings he's held for his medic friend for a long time, feelings he swallows and refuses to let himself address.
And then yet deeper is a strange, gnawing sensation at the base of his spine, something that seems too distant to belong to him, yet grows stronger with every passing breath:
Why doesn't Tighnari want him? Is he not good enough for him?
His lips part to speak, but the other's grasp tugs him forward, brings their hips flush in a way that makes him squirm with renewed sensitivity, lowers a hand between them and seeking his clit (and the blonde's hips arch, a moan on his lips), practically growling out his claim as his teeth scrape Kaveh's pulse.
But Tighnari said no. But Tighnari—
Kaveh lifts one hand, threading it through the fine strands of the medic's dark hair, an oddly comforting gesture for the man above him. ]
It's okay, `nari. I'm here, you can— [ He swallows. They're the wrong words, but maybe they're what the other needs. ] You can make me yours.
[ kaveh is saying all the right things, and yet all the absolutely wrong things, as well. when his rut passes, tighnari will be swimming in guilt, because this isn't right, it isn't fair, things shouldn't be like this. he's so terribly fond of kaveh, he doesn't deserve to be taken like this, doesn't deserve to think he should have to give himself over this way.. and tighnari does not have the strength to resist it.
tighnari whines, a plaintive sound that tightens his chest.. and surrenders.
surging forward, tighnari presses their mouths together in a searing hot kiss, sinking his fangs into kaveh's lower lip, licking into his mouth with a fierce heat and need he cannot control. his left hand continues its work, rubbing kaveh's clit in circles before his padded fingers dip lower, two sliding inside of him hooking, seeking his g-spot immediately. a fierce wave of possessive jealousy overcomes him. ]
How could you.. how could you give yourself to anyone but me -
[ he growls, low and deep against kaveh's mouth while his right hand slides up his thigh, yanking at the lounge pants he's still wearing, forcing them down over his knees. his fingers press deeper, pumping in and out, made slippery already from the residual cum and slick there. ]
[ Kaveh is still reeling from the sensation of that padded finger against his clit when his mouth is suddenly seized in a firm, hungry kiss, lips forced apart by Tighnari's seeking tongue; when the other's fingers suddenly push firm into his cunt, hooking into the g-spot in a way that makes him gasp into the kiss, that makes his hips judder and arch forward.
And it's strange how he's here in this moment and yet not, feeling those fingers and those lips and the breath of a growl against his mouth even as he seems to hover above it all, watching himself be devoured by the hunger of Tighnari's rut.
The other man asks that question, tells him he'll never again give himself to anyone else, and the words send a shudder of a promise down Kaveh's spine for all the wrong reasons, even as he wants to argue against them. This is his job, this is his body,
(but is it? because he can see very clearly the way Tighnari tears down his lounge pants, the way those fingers plunge deeper into him, starting up a rhythm even as Kaveh stains the table beneath him with blood)
would he give it all up? Maybe he would, if it meant—
He breaks from the kiss, head tipping back with a cry echoing in the dimly lit room, and his legs loop around under Tighnari's tail, trying to pull him closer. ]
[ kaveh's mouth is so warm, his lips so incredibly soft, pillowy and yielding wonderfully to tighnari's aggressive kiss. he licks into kaveh's mouth, tasting him, groaning against his open mouth as his fingers work, deft and quick and expert, the pads of his fingertips rubbing deep into him, against his sweet spot, relentless and surgically precise.
but gods, he wants more. needs more. he's so fucking hard in his shorts that it's painful, and feeling kaveh's cunt around his fingers is driving him out of his mind, imagining just how it would feel around his cock, so warm and welcoming, hugging so tightly..
and that godsdamned smell, the scent of that man clinging to kaveh sparks rage in tighnari's blood. he wants to wash it all away, to replace it with himself, his own scent and spend, his own marks. breaking the kiss with a wet smack, tighnari drags his mouth down kaveh's throat, fangs raking his pulse before he bites down on the dip where his shoulder and neck meet. ]
I need you..
[ he whispers, and with surprising strength he hauls kaveh closer with an arm around his waist, tugging him toward the edge of the table. his fingers slip against the blood on kaveh's back. ]
I'll destroy him, for hurting you -
[ nevermind that tighnari is the one hurting him now, as he withdraws his wet fingers and flicks away the residual cum of the interloper, before yanking down the front of his shorts to free his painful erection. ]
[ Kaveh isn't sure if it's from Tighnari's kisses stealing his breath, or from the way he's being manhandled and touched in all the right ways even as both of them know they wouldn't have chosen this—
(that's not true; Kaveh would have chosen this, just not like this, with Tighnari out of his mind with lust and need alike)
—but he's dizzy, oversensitive and somehow wanting all at once, a strange hunger in the pit of his stomach that it seems to his mind can only be fixed by Tighnari. It doesn't make any sense, and his logical mind will go over it later, question it, and— ]
A-ah—
[ His eyes squeeze shut as he's bitten, a sharp pain in the skin that seems reminiscent of a claim, and Tighnari is growling more, threatening violence on the man who caused the spill of blood in which his fingers now spill even as he drags Kaveh closer and yanks down his sleep shorts
(and the blonde whines petulantly as those fingers slip out of his cunt, stealing away the pleasure he'd started to chase with little rocks of his hips)
and Kaveh's eyes drop to the hardness between his friend's legs and his cunt clenches reflexively, less in pleasure and more in anxiety. ]
Is— is that gonna fit—
[ It's never a question he's had to ask before. He's taken plenty of cocks, some of them quite large, but nothing like this, a size surprising for Tighnari's diminutive form. Not to mention the burgeoning knot at the base, the sight of which makes crimson eyes widen. ]
[ admittedly, tighnari would have chosen this, also, under very different circumstances. he's so fond of kaveh, they're incredibly close, and in the back of his mind tighnari is screaming and shouting to stop, stop, stop -
he's ruining everything. he's breaking them apart. he can't control himself. ]
It will. You were made for me.
[ he rumbles softly, taking his cock in wet fingers, dragging the flushed tip through kaveh's puffy pink folds, rubbing it against the swell of his clit. he's so damned ready and feral that it's a wonder he hasn't shoved his way inside immediately, the last shreds of his control are clinging fast, but being torn away by his need, one by one. now that he's felt that perfect heat against his tip, he knows he can't resist.
tighnari's free hand slides down kaveh's thigh, grasping tightly and hiking it high onto his hip as he cants his hips forward, and begins to push inside. ]
[ You were made for me, Tighnari says, and Kaveh just stares at him wordlessly for a moment; he's sure there's an answer to the statement that would make sense, but he certainly doesn't have one, especially not with the head of that thick cock rubbing and dragging against his clit and his folds, leaving the blonde to huff out a whimper, a cry, even a whine. ]
Made— for you—
[ He repeats the words as Tighnari's hand grabs at his thigh, lifts it high so he can fuck into him, and Kaveh's head drops to his friend's shoulder, all his remaining air escaping him in a rush; his fingers clutch at the other's sides, holding tight, digging in— as fucked-out and wet as his cunt is, it's a stretch— ]
[ the moment tighnari begins to press into him, he's nearly overwhelmed. kaveh is so wonderfully tight, so incredibly warm and wet, those slick walls hugging his cock, pulsing around him as he pushes deeper. a low, rough moan issues against kaveh's skin, his eyes closing and his ears laying back.
a shudder sweeps down tighnari's spine, and he swallows thickly. kaveh's words reach him, but only just, and it takes every ounce of his self-control to do as he's asked, when all he wants to do is fuck into kaveh hard and relentlessly, until he can think of nothing else. but he cares for kaveh deeply, doesn't want to hurt him (he's already hurting him), so he does what he can to restrain himself, but it won't last.
slowly, inch by agonizing inch, tighnari slides his cock inside, feeling the hot sheath of kaveh's cunt all around him until at last he's fully buried, his half-swelled knot stretching him wide. ]
Fuck -
[ he whispers harshly, trembling from the effort it takes not to move. ]
[ It's a weak, helpless whisper into Tighnari's hair, Kaveh's arms tight around him as he takes one breath in after another, allowing himself the time and space to adjust to the other man's girth. It's slow just as he asked, but from the way Tighnari trembles Kaveh knows it isn't something he'll manage to hold for too long— that he'll want more, and he'll want more soon.
(Does it hurt? Kaveh wonders, heart aching in his chest. Does it hurt for Tighnari to hold back when his body is screaming for more?) ]
It's— it's okay—
[ It's not okay, not really, but more than anything else, Kaveh doesn't want Tighnari to suffer any more than he already has. His fingers run through the same soft hair into which his lips are pressed, trying to reassure them both. ]
[ a soft, strangled sound moves in tighnari's throat, like a frustrated sob, a fierce but quiet cry. yes, it hurts, but it's not the physical ache that makes his heart twist - it's the knowledge of what this will do to kaveh, what it will do to tighnari, what it will do to their relationship. this is something that cannot be apologized for, and cannot be mended. if only kaveh had left when tighnari had asked him to.. but of course he hadn't. kaveh is far too kind. far too giving.
it's okay, he says, and tighnari can hold on no longer.
with a sharp inhale, tighnari slides his hands along kaveh's thighs, pulling them tight around his waist as he begins to move, fucking into kaveh's weeping cunt hard and deep, taking him fully, at long last finding relief from the horrible, nagging itch that has settled into his bones, the primal, animal need hooked into his flesh. ]
Kaveh..
[ he whispers, growls, his mouth opening over kaveh's pulse, hot breath gusting as he begins sucking a dark bruise into the delicate skin there. ]
[ Yes— there's no denying that this will hurt them. But Kaveh is strong, and he is stubborn. There's no way he'll let it break them. It's what he tells himself now and what he'll tell himself later, as many times as it takes for him to remember it, because Tighnari is too important to him to lose over something he can't control.
And it's not like he hasn't wanted it anyway, is it?
The other man fucks into him, hard and deep in a way that has Kaveh's hands falling back to the table, scrabbling for some sort of purchase as he moans out, hips arching into each movement, and where his thighs are caught and held, his body yearns to part them yet further, to welcome Tighnari in deeper, let him take and take and take—
Each thrust makes an obscene sound, a filthy combination of Kaveh, and Tighnari, and the man before, and Kaveh feels used and spent and dirty but so good; it's almost as if his body is rewarding him for his submission, endorphins and dopamine warming him from the inside out as his head tilts, allowing Tighnari more access to the skin of his throat.
Yes, he wants to say, mark me, show them I'm yours— Instead, he whimpers, and grips at the table more closely. ]
[ tighnari wants nothing more than to mark kaveh, to claim him thoroughly and completely, but he's holding back from that final barrier - even in his rut, his heart and mind understand the commitment that comes along with a claiming bite. kaveh might not be valuka shuna, but tighnari is, and the bond of the bite would take hold for him for the rest of his life. but a bruise or two sucked into his neck.. that much, tighnari will give, without permission.
but good gods, kaveh feels like heaven. his cunt is wet and welcoming and incredibly, deliciously tight around him, squeezing from every angle, pulsing all around his length from root to tip. he's sure he's never been so hard in his life, his cock twitching with every hard, deep thrust, every exhale riding on a low, gravelly moan.
he can feel the way that kaveh squirms, how he clearly wants to spread his legs further, so tighnari moves with it, allows it, slipping his hands beneath kaveh's knees to lift them, pushing his soft thighs apart. it allows for tighnari to fuck into him even deeper, to shove in entirely from knot to tip, filling kaveh up to the absolute brim. ]
[ The sensations are overwhelming. Mouth and sharp teeth at his neck, sucking hickeys into the skin, the pain of the split welts decorating his back and ass as he's pressed back into the table, the hard, deep thrusts into his aching body, the soft sound of moaning against his neck for each of the other's movements.
And then Tighnari pulls his legs apart further and shoves in wholly, and the sound Kaveh makes is loud, shaky, almost inhuman as the medic's knot breaches his soaked cunt, stretching it even further— more than Kaveh thought possible before— and making the blonde thrash on the table as he tries to adjust to the new sensation. It's suddenly too much, and the blonde's fingers scrabble at Tighnari's shoulders, trying to get his attention through the fog of lust. ]
`Nari, f-fuck— `nari please wait, it's too much— I can't— I can't I can't—
[ His voice breaks off in a wail, fingernails drawing semi-circles into his friend's back as he clings to him tighter, hips arching up into those filling, deep thrusts even as his mouth babbles pleas for the other to slow down. ]
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just stay as you are and look only at me
[ It's later than Kaveh would like it to be as he pushes open the door to the medical office. The establishment being what is is, Tighnari is technically on call at all hours, but Kaveh has always tried his best not to bother him when he knows he should be sleeping. Being the lone medic for an entire brothel means that he's often busy, after all.
But right now, he doesn't really have much of a choice. It was just an accident, and the client was appropriately mortified— and tipped Kaveh accordingly as the apologies fell over and over from his lips— but the amount of blood in the water when he tried to bathe freaked him out, and so he abandoned the effort for the time being and came to the medical office instead. It follows that he still reeks of sex, the client's cum wet on his thighs as it drips from his used cunt, hair mussed and red kiss marks over his neck and chest. As pretty as ever, but well-fucked. Used, and tired.
And his lingerie is stained in the back with the same red that clouded the water of his tub.
The office is dark, though, and the guilt swells heavy in his chest. For a moment, he thinks about just going back to his room, rubbing a salve over the injury and wrapping himself tight in something to try and still the blood, to wait for morning to come before he returns to the medical office. But he knows all too well that his friend and coworker will be livid later if he doesn't press on; so he does, taking a step inside and letting the door close behind him, the ribbon of hallway light disappearing with it. ]
...Nari? Are you asleep?
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tighnari knows his rut cycles. he's had them nearly his entire life - it comes part and parcel with being valuka shuna, there's simply no way around it. but it's absolutely inconvenient, especially now, when he's more or less in the sexual prime of his life - his body demands much of him, demands that he rut, and breed, and take a mate. at first, he had allowed nature to take its course, and simply endured the hot pangs, but as he grew older and his rut became steadily more unbearable, he began to take supplements to suppress it when it came around.
the past few years it has worked like a charm. but now?
now, tighnari can't sleep. he's overheated, slick with sweat and painfully hard in his underclothes. seeing to himself hasn't helped at all, it brings only the briefest sense of relief before the itch it at it again - gods, how is he going to manage to work tomorrow?
or tonight, it would seem? for a rarity, tighnari did not hear kaveh's approach beneath the pounding of blood in his ears, but he does hear the creak of the door, and the call of a voice. oh good gods, now was a terrible time.. but tighnari could not turn him away. he knows full well that if kaveh is coming to his office apartment at this time of night, he must be in desperate need of care. tighnari rights himself, sitting up in bed and rubbing both padded hands against his face, before he's quickly yanking on a robe and stepping to the door that leads to his office.
the scent hits him like a brick to the face - the scent of sex, and blood, and kaveh. tighnari's pulse surges. he takes a breath. ]
.. yes? What is it, Kaveh?
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He swallows, and stands his ground, even as he wavers in place. He doesn't go back to his room. He doesn't ask what's wrong— at least not right now, despite the concern he's feeling. Instead, he answers Tighnari's question. ]
Sorry, I know it's late. I just... I'm hurt. [ He turns in place a little, just enough that the medic can see the blood staining the back of the silky, sheer lounge pants he tugged on to make the trip from his rooms to the other's office. ] My client went a little overboard with the flogger.
[ And then, just in case Tighnari gets mad: ]
Not on purpose. I'm okay, he's okay, he apologized, tipped me extra, but. Um. It's bleeding a lot, and it kind of freaked me out... Would you look at it for me? Please?
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.. I see.
[ stay professional. do your job.
kaveh's words are lost on him almost immediately, and tighnari needs to shake himself, replay them in his mind before they sink in properly. ]
Up on the table, if you would.
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never just a request for him to get up on the table.
He does, though, get up as requested, lays on his stomach with his hips lifted just enough that the medic will be able to pull his lounge pants over them. But there's a frown on his face, a worry that the other's sharp ears will certainly hear in his voice. ]
...`Nari? What's wrong?
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I'm -
[ fine, he wants to say, but that would be a lie. he isn't fine, he won't be fine for several days, but it isn't kaveh's problem, isn't something kaveh needs to worry about, and as his patient lays himself down tighnari feels another pulse of arousal ripping through him, a terrible ache between his thighs. ]
It's nothing for you to worry about, Kaveh.
[ he tries to sound gentle, but just sounds tired. nevertheless, tighnari gets to work, washing his hands and tugging on gloves before he begins to examine kaveh's wounds, the welts on his back, bleeding freely. carefully, he tugs down the back of kaveh's pants. ]
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...`Nari. [ It's a mumble, the start of a protest, but the other is already pulling on gloves and looking over his back, hands catching at the back of his pants to tug them down and over the roundness of his ass—
And the medic will quickly see just how wrecked he is. The skin is marred with the same welts as his back, the worst of them split open. Between his thighs, he's still wet with a mix of his slick and his client's cum, and his hurry to come here is evident in how the same drips from between his swollen, puffed cunt lips, dirtying Tighnari's table.
(He can feel it, and the embarrassment makes him forget to worry for a moment. He's not usually the type to come to the other in such a state—) ]
Sorry. It was. Uh. I tried to clean, but the blood freaked me out, so I came here first.
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under normal circumstances, this would be simple enough for tighnari to face. he works for a brothel, he's seen this sort of thing a hundred times, it does not faze him. at the very most, he would be irritated with the client for being too rough with kaveh, but it would pass easily, and he would do his job. now?
now, tighnari sees red. the sight of the blood, the scent of sex, the cum that drips from kaveh's used cunt - tighnari's blood boils, his pulse spikes, and he feels a terrible clenching in his gut, tight enough to make his breath catch. ]
You.. this is..
[ it's too much. he can't handle this. his rut is absolutely raging, ripping through him like a wildfire catching on dry grass, and one of tighnari's hands lays against the back of kaveh's thigh, squeezing hard. his jaw sets and his teeth grit, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as the sheer intensity washes over him. his cock aches in his sleeping shorts, painfully hard, and his heart pounds in his throat like a fist. his grasp tightens.
then loosens again, as tighnari draws back, dizzied by the scent. ]
I - I can't - Kaveh you.. you need to go -
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And then, perhaps most telling of all, the sudden press of fingers, sharp nails biting into skin in a way that makes Kaveh first wince, and then make a soft whining sound under his breath— and Tighnari's grasp only tightens— ]
`Nari, you're hurting—
[ —but he lets go as soon as Kaveh starts to complain, says something in that brusque voice, tells Kaveh to go, and that's yet another thing that's just wrong, because Kaveh isn't healed. He's still bleeding and Tighnari is telling him to leave?
His frown creasing his brows deeply, Kaveh rolls over on the table, ignoring the sting of his injured backside touching the table, and not even noticing the fact that sitting like this is practically putting himself on display for the other man. ]
Tighnari, [ he says, and there's concern in his voice as he reaches for the other man, catches his forearm in one hand, ] what's going on? Why are you chasing me away?
[ And then his eyes catch at just the right angle, where, even in the dim lighting of the room, the strain of arousal is all too obvious against the front of Tighnari's nightwear. His eyes widen, and his legs close, hands belatedly covering himself— but even as he does, he's frowning in thought, because it still doesn't make sense. Tighnari is too good a medic to let something like this get in the way of his job, and yet right now he almost seems...
Out of control? ]
...What's going on? [ he asks again, his voice softer. ]
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he passes a hand over his eyes, panting hard, his skin clammy, too tight over his bones. ]
It's just..
[ tighnari inhales a deep, rattling breath, both hands coming to rest on the sides of the table, knuckles white, grasping hard. thoughtlessly, he presses close to kaveh, dragging his mouth along kaveh's jaw, inhaling his lovely, familiar scent as he pushes his hips between kaveh's legs, the heat of his erection pressing against his exposed cunt. it would be so easy to tear the rest of those clothes off, to fuck into him right now, hard and quick, and find some relief. but he doesn't. he's barely clinging onto his control, but he hasn't lost it yet. ]
I'm.. my season - my.. my rut..
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(His thoughts feel a little cloudy, he realizes. There's a sensation tugging at the back of his mind, something urging him to submit, to cave, to collapse and give. Something making his abused cunt ache with fresh need despite his having been only recently sated. He—)
Mm, Tighnari is talking. He blinks, drags himself back to reality. ]
A... a rut? `Nari, I didn't know you—
[ This isn't the time for Kaveh's surprise, though. And really? Later, when he has the time to think more on it, it will make sense. While he personally knows little of Valuka Shuna biology, they differ genetically from humans in a way that makes them similar to certain other species, those that do encounter things like this. And just because he's never seen Tighnari experience it before doesn't mean it's impossible.
But Tighnari is his friend, and he doesn't like to see him hurting. And he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it. And also—
and also— there's that sensation, urging him to part his legs and let the rutting male take—
Kaveh's legs part, the wounds on his back and ass temporarily forgotten. A hand reaches up, soft and gentle as it smooths over Tighnari's cheek. ]
You need to let it out, right? So use me. Let me help you, `nari.
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Kaveh - no..
[ he starts, but his hands move down kaveh's sides anyway, grasping as his hips to pull them forward, pressing their bodies together. he's so hard it's painful, his thin sleeping shorts damp with precum as he ruts against kaveh's body, pressing his face into the lovely curve of his neck.
this shouldn't be happening. it isn't fair - it isn't fair to either of them, it isn't right, and in the back of his mind tighnari is screaming at himself not to do this, to stop himself right now, but his body is moving on its own. his fangs rake along kaveh's pulse, and one hand slips between them, seeking out that wet cunt, his padded fingertips pressing to the bud of his clit. ]
Mine..
[ the sticky residual cum on his fingers drives him up a wall, he has to be rid of it, it has to be gone, kaveh is his, and his alone. ]
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Deeper still are the awkward, uncomfortable feelings he's held for his medic friend for a long time, feelings he swallows and refuses to let himself address.
And then yet deeper is a strange, gnawing sensation at the base of his spine, something that seems too distant to belong to him, yet grows stronger with every passing breath:
Why doesn't Tighnari want him? Is he not good enough for him?
His lips part to speak, but the other's grasp tugs him forward, brings their hips flush in a way that makes him squirm with renewed sensitivity, lowers a hand between them and seeking his clit (and the blonde's hips arch, a moan on his lips), practically growling out his claim as his teeth scrape Kaveh's pulse.
But Tighnari said no. But Tighnari—
Kaveh lifts one hand, threading it through the fine strands of the medic's dark hair, an oddly comforting gesture for the man above him. ]
It's okay, `nari. I'm here, you can— [ He swallows. They're the wrong words, but maybe they're what the other needs. ] You can make me yours.
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tighnari whines, a plaintive sound that tightens his chest.. and surrenders.
surging forward, tighnari presses their mouths together in a searing hot kiss, sinking his fangs into kaveh's lower lip, licking into his mouth with a fierce heat and need he cannot control. his left hand continues its work, rubbing kaveh's clit in circles before his padded fingers dip lower, two sliding inside of him hooking, seeking his g-spot immediately. a fierce wave of possessive jealousy overcomes him. ]
How could you.. how could you give yourself to anyone but me -
[ he growls, low and deep against kaveh's mouth while his right hand slides up his thigh, yanking at the lounge pants he's still wearing, forcing them down over his knees. his fingers press deeper, pumping in and out, made slippery already from the residual cum and slick there. ]
Never again..
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And it's strange how he's here in this moment and yet not, feeling those fingers and those lips and the breath of a growl against his mouth even as he seems to hover above it all, watching himself be devoured by the hunger of Tighnari's rut.
The other man asks that question, tells him he'll never again give himself to anyone else, and the words send a shudder of a promise down Kaveh's spine for all the wrong reasons, even as he wants to argue against them. This is his job, this is his body,
(but is it? because he can see very clearly the way Tighnari tears down his lounge pants, the way those fingers plunge deeper into him, starting up a rhythm even as Kaveh stains the table beneath him with blood)
would he give it all up? Maybe he would, if it meant—
He breaks from the kiss, head tipping back with a cry echoing in the dimly lit room, and his legs loop around under Tighnari's tail, trying to pull him closer. ]
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but gods, he wants more. needs more. he's so fucking hard in his shorts that it's painful, and feeling kaveh's cunt around his fingers is driving him out of his mind, imagining just how it would feel around his cock, so warm and welcoming, hugging so tightly..
and that godsdamned smell, the scent of that man clinging to kaveh sparks rage in tighnari's blood. he wants to wash it all away, to replace it with himself, his own scent and spend, his own marks. breaking the kiss with a wet smack, tighnari drags his mouth down kaveh's throat, fangs raking his pulse before he bites down on the dip where his shoulder and neck meet. ]
I need you..
[ he whispers, and with surprising strength he hauls kaveh closer with an arm around his waist, tugging him toward the edge of the table. his fingers slip against the blood on kaveh's back. ]
I'll destroy him, for hurting you -
[ nevermind that tighnari is the one hurting him now, as he withdraws his wet fingers and flicks away the residual cum of the interloper, before yanking down the front of his shorts to free his painful erection. ]
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(that's not true; Kaveh would have chosen this, just not like this, with Tighnari out of his mind with lust and need alike)
—but he's dizzy, oversensitive and somehow wanting all at once, a strange hunger in the pit of his stomach that it seems to his mind can only be fixed by Tighnari. It doesn't make any sense, and his logical mind will go over it later, question it, and— ]
A-ah—
[ His eyes squeeze shut as he's bitten, a sharp pain in the skin that seems reminiscent of a claim, and Tighnari is growling more, threatening violence on the man who caused the spill of blood in which his fingers now spill even as he drags Kaveh closer and yanks down his sleep shorts
(and the blonde whines petulantly as those fingers slip out of his cunt, stealing away the pleasure he'd started to chase with little rocks of his hips)
and Kaveh's eyes drop to the hardness between his friend's legs and his cunt clenches reflexively, less in pleasure and more in anxiety. ]
Is— is that gonna fit—
[ It's never a question he's had to ask before. He's taken plenty of cocks, some of them quite large, but nothing like this, a size surprising for Tighnari's diminutive form. Not to mention the burgeoning knot at the base, the sight of which makes crimson eyes widen. ]
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he's ruining everything. he's breaking them apart. he can't control himself. ]
It will. You were made for me.
[ he rumbles softly, taking his cock in wet fingers, dragging the flushed tip through kaveh's puffy pink folds, rubbing it against the swell of his clit. he's so damned ready and feral that it's a wonder he hasn't shoved his way inside immediately, the last shreds of his control are clinging fast, but being torn away by his need, one by one. now that he's felt that perfect heat against his tip, he knows he can't resist.
tighnari's free hand slides down kaveh's thigh, grasping tightly and hiking it high onto his hip as he cants his hips forward, and begins to push inside. ]
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Made— for you—
[ He repeats the words as Tighnari's hand grabs at his thigh, lifts it high so he can fuck into him, and Kaveh's head drops to his friend's shoulder, all his remaining air escaping him in a rush; his fingers clutch at the other's sides, holding tight, digging in— as fucked-out and wet as his cunt is, it's a stretch— ]
N-Nari— a little... slowly, please..
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a shudder sweeps down tighnari's spine, and he swallows thickly. kaveh's words reach him, but only just, and it takes every ounce of his self-control to do as he's asked, when all he wants to do is fuck into kaveh hard and relentlessly, until he can think of nothing else. but he cares for kaveh deeply, doesn't want to hurt him (he's already hurting him), so he does what he can to restrain himself, but it won't last.
slowly, inch by agonizing inch, tighnari slides his cock inside, feeling the hot sheath of kaveh's cunt all around him until at last he's fully buried, his half-swelled knot stretching him wide. ]
Fuck -
[ he whispers harshly, trembling from the effort it takes not to move. ]
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[ It's a weak, helpless whisper into Tighnari's hair, Kaveh's arms tight around him as he takes one breath in after another, allowing himself the time and space to adjust to the other man's girth. It's slow just as he asked, but from the way Tighnari trembles Kaveh knows it isn't something he'll manage to hold for too long— that he'll want more, and he'll want more soon.
(Does it hurt? Kaveh wonders, heart aching in his chest. Does it hurt for Tighnari to hold back when his body is screaming for more?) ]
It's— it's okay—
[ It's not okay, not really, but more than anything else, Kaveh doesn't want Tighnari to suffer any more than he already has. His fingers run through the same soft hair into which his lips are pressed, trying to reassure them both. ]
It's okay, `nari.
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it's okay, he says, and tighnari can hold on no longer.
with a sharp inhale, tighnari slides his hands along kaveh's thighs, pulling them tight around his waist as he begins to move, fucking into kaveh's weeping cunt hard and deep, taking him fully, at long last finding relief from the horrible, nagging itch that has settled into his bones, the primal, animal need hooked into his flesh. ]
Kaveh..
[ he whispers, growls, his mouth opening over kaveh's pulse, hot breath gusting as he begins sucking a dark bruise into the delicate skin there. ]
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And it's not like he hasn't wanted it anyway, is it?
The other man fucks into him, hard and deep in a way that has Kaveh's hands falling back to the table, scrabbling for some sort of purchase as he moans out, hips arching into each movement, and where his thighs are caught and held, his body yearns to part them yet further, to welcome Tighnari in deeper, let him take and take and take—
Each thrust makes an obscene sound, a filthy combination of Kaveh, and Tighnari, and the man before, and Kaveh feels used and spent and dirty but so good; it's almost as if his body is rewarding him for his submission, endorphins and dopamine warming him from the inside out as his head tilts, allowing Tighnari more access to the skin of his throat.
Yes, he wants to say, mark me, show them I'm yours— Instead, he whimpers, and grips at the table more closely. ]
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but good gods, kaveh feels like heaven. his cunt is wet and welcoming and incredibly, deliciously tight around him, squeezing from every angle, pulsing all around his length from root to tip. he's sure he's never been so hard in his life, his cock twitching with every hard, deep thrust, every exhale riding on a low, gravelly moan.
he can feel the way that kaveh squirms, how he clearly wants to spread his legs further, so tighnari moves with it, allows it, slipping his hands beneath kaveh's knees to lift them, pushing his soft thighs apart. it allows for tighnari to fuck into him even deeper, to shove in entirely from knot to tip, filling kaveh up to the absolute brim. ]
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And then Tighnari pulls his legs apart further and shoves in wholly, and the sound Kaveh makes is loud, shaky, almost inhuman as the medic's knot breaches his soaked cunt, stretching it even further— more than Kaveh thought possible before— and making the blonde thrash on the table as he tries to adjust to the new sensation. It's suddenly too much, and the blonde's fingers scrabble at Tighnari's shoulders, trying to get his attention through the fog of lust. ]
`Nari, f-fuck— `nari please wait, it's too much— I can't— I can't I can't—
[ His voice breaks off in a wail, fingernails drawing semi-circles into his friend's back as he clings to him tighter, hips arching up into those filling, deep thrusts even as his mouth babbles pleas for the other to slow down. ]
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