Infuriating :: KAVETHAM/HAIKAVEH

37 (S?)

The evening was winding down, and after offering their heartfelt congratulations to Kaveh and Alhaitham, Tighnari and Cyno found themselves making their way back to their hotel, Hotel Debord. The celebration had been beautiful, the atmosphere joyous, but perhaps they'd indulged a little too much in the festive drinks.

Stumbling slightly as they walked side by side, Tighnari couldn't help but giggle. "I swear, Cyno, I think this is the first time I've seen you actually loosen up. You're always so serious. It's... kind of adorable."

Cyno shot him a sidelong glance, his expression warm, though he wore his usual deadpan mask. "I can be fun when the occasion calls for it. Besides, it was a wedding. It would be disrespectful not to celebrate."

Tighnari snorted. "I think Alhaitham would've been just fine if you didn't get completely smashed."

Cyno's lips twitched into a small smile. "Maybe. But he'll never say that out loud."

Tighnari shook his head, laughing as they finally arrived at the entrance of their hotel. The grandeur of Hotel Debord loomed before them, its opulent architecture gleaming under the soft glow of Fontaine's street lamps. They staggered through the lobby, sharing quiet laughs as they tried to maintain their composure.

Once inside their hotel room, Tighnari let out a contented sigh and flopped onto the bed. "You know, I think this was the first wedding I've attended where I didn't get stuck having to moderate some kind of argument. It was nice. Peaceful."

Cyno took a seat beside him, leaning back against the plush cushions of the bed. "That's because most of the people there were either too happy or too intoxicated to argue. You included."

Tighnari shot him a playful glare. "I am not that drunk."

Cyno arched an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you sure about that?"

"Okay, maybe I'm tipsy," Tighnari admitted, rolling his eyes. "But not that drunk."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment before Cyno broke it with a softer tone. "It was a good day, though. Seeing Kaveh and Alhaitham together like that... it makes me think."

Tighnari glanced over, his ears twitching in curiosity. "Think about what?"

Cyno was quiet for a moment, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to something more thoughtful. "About us. About how lucky we are."

Tighnari's expression softened. "We really are, aren't we?"

Cyno nodded. "I know I don't always say it, but I appreciate you. More than I probably let on."

Tighnari smiled at him, his heart warming at Cyno's rare admission of vulnerability. "I know you do. You don't have to say it all the time. I see it in the way you are—how you take care of me, how you always make sure I'm okay, even when you're wrapped up in your duties."

Cyno's eyes flickered with emotion, and he reached over, placing his hand on top of Tighnari's. "I try."

Tighnari squeezed his hand, leaning closer. "You do more than try, Cyno. You succeed. Every day."

The intimacy of the moment lingered between them, heavy yet comforting. It was one of those rare times when neither of them needed to say much, because their understanding ran deeper than words.

Tighnari eventually stood up, his balance slightly unsteady. "I'm going to wash up and take this makeup off. It's starting to feel sticky after all the dancing."

Cyno gave him a nod, watching as Tighnari made his way to the bathroom. He leaned back further into the bed, exhaling slowly. The day had been long, but fulfilling. However, a small part of him still felt like there was something else—something more he wanted to say, or do.

Tighnari, meanwhile, was in the bathroom, carefully wiping away the light dusting of makeup he'd worn. It wasn't much—just enough to bring out the sharpness in his features for the wedding—but after a long day, he was ready to take it off and relax.

As he stood in front of the mirror, Cyno quietly entered the bathroom behind him, having shed his suit jacket. His strong arms slid around Tighnari's waist, pulling him back into his chest. Tighnari's ears twitched in surprise, but he hummed softly in approval.

Cyno's lips brushed against the nape of his neck, his kisses soft at first, then lingering. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his breath warm against Tighnari's skin.

Tighnari closed his eyes, leaning into Cyno's embrace, letting out a satisfied hum. "That's new... you being this affectionate out of nowhere," he teased lightly, though his voice carried the undercurrent of appreciation.

Cyno didn't respond with words. Instead, his hands tightened slightly around Tighnari's waist pulling him closer, his ass on his crotch, and he pressed another kiss, this time to Tighnari's exposed shoulder.

When Tighnari had finished wiping away the last traces of his makeup, he turned in Cyno's arms, finding himself pinned gently against the bathroom sink. Cyno was smiling at him—softly, but with a heat in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tighnari's spine.

Tighnari's arms immediately looped around Cyno's shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss. It started slow, tender, but quickly escalated as the heat between them built. Tighnari's fingers tangled in Cyno's hair, tugging at the low bun until it came undone, letting Cyno's long, white hair spill over his shoulders.

Cyno groaned softly at the sensation, his hands roaming over Tighnari's back as their kiss deepened. He pressed Tighnari firmly against the sink, the weight of his body grounding him.

Breathless, Tighnari pulled back just long enough to discard his blazer and loosen his tie. Cyno followed suit, his fingers deftly undoing the knot of his own tie before tossing it aside.

Tighnari's eyes were half-lidded, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. "You... you really know how to escalate things, don't you?" he murmured, his voice teasing but thick with desire.

Cyno smirked, his hand coming up to cup Tighnari's cheek. "Only with you," he whispered before capturing Tighnari's lips once more.

The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if they couldn't get close enough to each other. Hands roamed, exploring familiar territory but with the heightened urgency that came from the moment. The heat between them was palpable, and the small space of the bathroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

Cyno's hands roamed Tighnari's sides, pulling him impossibly closer as their kiss grew more fervent. Tighnari's fingers remained tangled in Cyno's hair, tugging gently, eliciting a soft growl from Cyno in response.

The night had been about celebration, about love. But now, it was just about them—about their connection, their bond. And as things escalated, as their kisses grew more heated and hands more daring, both knew they were exactly where they were meant to be.