this is just. something. don't mind me
A thick thigh comes up, presses up against Jiaoqiu, gives him something to rub against and he does. His heat is taking root now that it’s being given the space to, and getting back to his rooms is going to be difficult, but nothing – nothing – could make him let go of Moze now. His hips flex, quick and jerky, grinding down on the heat of Moze’s thigh. The other bites at his lip, his chin, down to his throat as Jiaoqiu struggles to catch his breath.
“Tell me,” Moze murmurs against his throat, hands sliding down Jiaoqiu’s sides, tugging up his neatly pressed shirt, burrowing under the fabric. “How bad is it?”
A shuddering breath. “I can think, still. Just. I-if I get the edge off…” He trails off to focus on shaking his claws loose of Moze’s coat, shoving one hand down the back of his shirt instead to dig into skin. “I’ll be able to get to our rooms.” Another breath, slower, deeper as he rubs his nose against Moze’s cheek, up to his hairline. Scenting, taking him in, iron and leather and the tang of sweat. He drags his tongue over a patch of skin, lets it settle on his tongue, shudders as Moze retaliates with an upward jerk of his leg.
“Then-take,” Moze murmurs, one hand strokes over the base of his tail, tugs – not hard, but enough and it shakes a sound free from behind Jiaoqiu’s clenched teeth, behind the facade that’s starting to drop. Heat pools in his belly, wet and warm, dripping – he’s dripping, can feel it against his skin already.
Moze doesn’t linger, hand ruffling fur once more before sliding lower, tucking under the waistband of Jiaoqiu’s pants, into his underwear. The leather glove is a hot brand stroking down over his ass, seeking, finding slick and heat. It sends a shudder down Jiaoqiu’s spine, a soft whine slipping free. He hitches one leg over Moze’s hip, tongue running over his teeth.
