“I’m sure.” His voice was nearly a whisper. “I can’t help my fears. They’re written into my core. Y-you won’t hurt me or anything, right?” The answer to that question came to him when he felt the soft kiss. His face erupted in a bright red blush.
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“No, I only hurt when it’s warranted, and sometimes not even then,” Cyrus promised, “And… I understand the feeling of fear. I- I… never mind…”
He kept one hand on Lighter’s head, but the other firmly but gently over his chest.
“Let me know if there’s anything in particular you like or want- or don’t want.”
“Y-you can trust me, Cyrus. I’ll listen. I don’t spill secrets.”
Lighter tensed a little, biting his lip hard at the question. “If you hold me down I’ll fight for my life. I also can’t have my hands and arms pinned to my sides or above me or anywhere. Anything a little too rough and I’ll shut down. I don’t want you to see that side of me.”
You’re being too open to him. He’ll leave like the rest.
(awww i feel really bad for Lighter now. i wanna give him a big hug and then the childhood that he never had)
(but on the other hand, excellent character Persephone!)
“It’s not important right now,” he said, “So… Would you prefer to be in control?”
He leaned his cheek down onto Lighter’s head.
“I’m fine either way.”
(Aha thanks…! He’s my favorite OC. I work hard on him)
(you're welcome! and that's nice, i see some reasons why he would be your favorite oc too aha)
Lighter pushed up into the affection, smiling softly. “N-no, I’m alright. You can be in control. I like it so far.” He gently lifted his head, nuzzling into Cyrus’s cheek with a soft hum. “You smell good… might be the alcohol talking, but you smell really good.”
Cyrus laughed.
“Well… I try to keep clean as well as possible…”
Yet he knew the scent of soap was faint. It was mostly the smell of herbs and fireball that laced his body.
“Your hair’s soft…” he murmured.
He lowered his mouth to Lighter’s ear and planted soft kisses down its length.
“Mm it’s nice. A change from cigarettes and beer.” He mused, knowing fully he probably smelled of cigarettes and faint vanilla.
Lighter tilted his head willingly for Cyrus, shivering at the touch of soft lips on the skin of his ear. “Is it?”
“Mhm…” Cyrus sighed into his ear.
He was feeling a little drowsy, and at this point, his motions were a little distracted.
“You’re… lovely…”
He traced Lighter’s jaw with his finger and planted kisses down his face.
(question: May I stalk? Because I'm really enjoyed reading through it so far)
(Go ahead! As long as it’s okay with @Becfromthedead )
Lighter let out a soft sound, a happy one, and leaned into the touch he was given. So much softer than anything he had ever been given. No one had ever given him such gentle kisses and had touched him like he really was something lovely. “I’m not anything special.” He responded, voice breathy and thin.
(yay! Thank you in advance! (hopefully they'll be fine with it D:))
(Yeah, that’s cool with me)
“Except you’ve already made this the best night in a while,” Cyrus cooed.
He smiled, still stroking his hair.
A soft chuckle left his lips, his breath lost in the action. “Me? Nah… I’m just some gang member.” He mused, resting his head against the other’s. “But damn are you something special and different. You’re so… soft with me.”
“I’m just a gang member too, but… I wasn’t meant to be here,” he sighed, “This is just who I am.”
(Lol Sorry if I don’t respond much, I’m hanging out with friends and I have to be the sober responsible one lmao)
Lighter lifted his hands, tangling them into the other’s hair. “I like it. Keep being you.” He flashed a warm smile, those gem-green eyes sparkling. “You’re the first person I’ve met who was forced into a gang. The rest of us joined willingly, including me.”
“Seriously?” Cyrus muttered, “I’ve met others… though they’re few and mostly dead.”
He tried to smile back but it was difficult.
Lighter’s hands were soon cupping Cyrus’s soft face, pulling him close so he could plant a small kiss to his nose. The affection felt strange and yet exhilarating. “Don’t you go and die on me… I quite like talking with you. Come back sometime.” He rumbled, tracing the lines of the other’s face.
“I’ll try my damn hardest,” Cyrus promised, his voice very deep and gentle.
He held the back of Lighter’s head and placed a firm kiss over his lips. His other hand traced down Lighter’s body.
He couldn’t help the stuttering shudders from running down his spine. That voice was absolutely criminal for a man so gentle.
Lighter pressed back into the kiss almost as if he had been starving for it, his body flinching first at the contact before slowly pressing into the warm hand that traced every slow curve of his thin body.
Cyrus leaned back into the couch, letting Lighter lay back slightly on top of him. A warm tingling set into his body as he continued kissing on the other.
“You deserve so much more…” he sighed gently, “What I would give to take you away from all this…”
A soft, lilting laugh left Lighter’s lips. He nuzzled against the other’s cheek, breathing him in. The scent was addicting. He didn’t want to leave it.
“You’re too kind, Cyrus. One day I’ll get out of it. I’ll grow stronger than Marx, make sure he doesn’t hurt me anymore.” He promised, his head and chest fuzzy with a feeling he wasn’t familiar with. Was this excitement? Alcohol?
Warmth? Love? Affection? Offered the voice in his head. Not a chance, you’re too broken for that.
Lighter found his hand gently pushing against Cyrus’s wide chest, his heart aching. “I-Is this really alright?” He asked quietly, gently, lifting sad eyes to a handsome face.
“Absolutely,” Cyrus said, “It’s been so long since…”
He buried his face in Lighter’s shoulder, not finishing his sentence. His lips traced along his jaw, then down to his neck.
“My god, you’re so soft…”
He came absolutely unraveled, letting out a soft squeak of embarrassment as his face flushed. His hands suddenly gripped Cyrus’ shirt, his head tilting to give the gentle giant access. “O-okay… it’s been so long for me too…”
Lighter was sure his ‘So long’ meant something different than Cyrus’ but he wouldn’t delve any farther than that. All he wanted to focus on was the par of soft lips against his neck.
“You’re still alright?” Cyrus checked.
His lips trembled a bit as he kept tracing down his neck.
His heart was pounding so hard he could barely hear his own thoughts. He tapped his fingers on Lighter’s shoulder.
Cyrus moved the hand over to where Lighter gripped his shirt, and he moved his fingers slowly down to unbutton the top button, and only that much for now.
The small male nodded gently, a soft smile gracing his lips for a split second. “I’m wonderful.” he purred, sliding his fingers away from Cyrus’s chest as he watched him unbutton the top part of the shirt. He moved to rub a soft circle to the newly exposed area, licking his dry lips as the reality of what was going down hit him.
He took a deep breath in; a slow, relaxed sound that blew hot breath against Cyrus’ skin.