forum All Is Hell That Ends With ‘Fair’(Closed ~ One-on-One ~ Rated a possible M)

Started March 12, 2020 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Cyrus exhaled softly, and it turned into a light giggle.
“That feels nice…”
He peppered his lips with very small kisses.

Lighter giggled softly at the light kisses, reaching up to cup Cyrus’ face again, pressing their foreheads together. “Oh~? Want me to do it again?” He teased quietly, all his doubts from before were gone.

“I won’t stop you,” Cyrus uttered.
He slid a curious hand down the length of the other’s body. He was feeling warm and giddy- something he hadn’t felt quite like this in a while. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end whenever he was touched.
“Let me know… how fast you want to move from here.”

Lighter swallowed hard, biting his lip as he gently took the fabric of Cyrus’s shirt in his hands. He gently started to unbutton the next button on Cyrus’s shirt. “Is this alright?” He asked slowly, carefully. He was moved by the consideration, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the exposed skin of the other’s chest. “Thank you… let’s take it slowly. For the sake of both of us…”

Cyrus nodded in understanding.
“It’s great,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
He laughed lightly.
“Part of me can’t wait another second. But yeah, slow as possible is probably for the best…”
He gently grabbed Lighter’s face and tilted his chin up so he could kiss him again. He worked his tongue slowly around the edges of the other’s mouth, hoping he would accept the gesture.

Lighter undid the button then the next one so he could place his palm flat against the other’s warm chest. He could feel the other’s excitement. It was contagious.
“Thank you…” he murmured, letting his chin be lifted. His lips parted obediently, as if he were practiced in the art of being a bottom - which he was. The thought almost made him giggle so instead he focused on the warm mouth over his and the feeling of bare chest under his hand as his fingers rubbed slow circles.

Cyrus’ mouth formed the slightest smile, but he kept kissing. He had Lighter locked in a long, deep, sloppy kiss.
He traced along the bottom of Lighter’s shirt, feeling the exposed skin from where it rode up just a bit.

A soft gasp left the small male’s lips, his body relaxing into the touch. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually enjoyed the feeling of fingers on his skin. It had been too long.

(Random quick question, would you prefer to continue here, in pms, just skip past the smut if it so happens to come up)

(Annnd we back)

Lighter was still a little flushed from their earlier escapades. He hummed as he slipped his shirt back on, flashing Cyrus a wicked grin. “Would you like to stay for more alcohol?” He asked, biting his lip. “I could use the company.”

“Sure, I can even spend the night if you want,” Cyrus offered, “I have nowhere to be.”
Cyrus had his button-up on, but it was still undone in the front. He glanced toward Lighter and snapped his gaze away, blushing.
“Heh… I’ve had a nice time with you.”

Lighter laughed gently, standing in front of Cyrus and slowly buttoning up his shirt. He made sure his fingers brushed against the other’s skin teasingly.

“Stay the night. I’d like that. I’ve had a nice time with you too.”

“Great,” Cyrus sighed happily.
He ruffled Lighter’s hair playfully.
“A few more drinks, and eventually we’ll call it a night?” he suggested.

Lighter giggled softly, grinning up at the other. “Sounds perfect!” He hummed, wrapping his arms around Cyrus’s waist. “Can I have your number? I quite like you.”

“Sure! I’d be glad to see you again, or at least keep talking,” Cyrus said, placing his hands over Lighter’s.
“Let’s exchange numbers while we’re still thinking about it.”

“Okay!” He said excitedly, smiling as he moved to grab his phone. He gently offered his phone to the other and hummed happily. “Here, put your number in.”

Cyrus typed his number into the phone and handed it back.
“Alright, that should do it.”
He smiled slightly.
“I hope we can actually see each other again.”

“I hope so too. What do you have going on tomorrow night?” He asked softly, offering his hands to the other. “I might need someone safe to sit with after…” he trailed off, shifting uncomfortably. Tomorrow Marx has requested him. He never knew if it was going to another assault or just a normal mission.

“I’ll just be home. I have some work in the afternoon, but I’ll be up late,” Cyrus said, “I’ll be there for you.”
He rubbed his shoulder affectionately.

“Thank you. You have no idea what any of this means to me.” He groaned lightly at the flush in his face. “I’m not too good with emotions… I’m a mess right now and probably will be tomorrow too.”

“I know… I wish someone would do the same for me,” Cyrus replied, “which is why I give this kindness to you. You need it. And I mean, you also seem pretty cool.”

He shifted in place nervously, glancing around as if he were afraid someone were listening. “I-I wouldn’t mind doing the same for you. I quite like you too…”

“I- I shouldn’t have- I- Sorry… I don’t want to burden you with all of that…” Cyrus whispered, “I appreciate the sentiment though.”

(Sorry for the wait. My life is hectic right now)

“Nonsense. I’d be glad to listen. You listened to my drunk rantings.” He huffed, leading the other into the kitchen. He cradled his phone close as if it were a new national treasure, frowning lightly.

A bottle of alcohol was lowered from a top cupboard along with two glasses, placed carefully on the island. The brand name on the bottle labeled it as a fancy wine. “And I’m sure you’ll get an earful tomorrow. Besides,” he turned a little towards Cyrus, eyes gleaming mischievously. “I don’t have sex with just anyone.”

(You’re fine. I’m a bit busy too)
“I mean… me neither. Usually I end up in relationships that I have hope for, and then they go to shit,” Cyrus replied, pacing into the kitchen.

(This dumb virus is causing all sorts of issues for us. Wish I could punch a virus in the face)

“Even if we decide that romance isn’t our thing, I’d love to be friends, or partners in crime. Anything of the sort.” Lighter replied, a skip in his step that hadnt been there before.

He offered a glass of the deep red wine to Cyrus, winking as he tipped his own glass to his lips. “Try some. Helps me unwind. Not as offensive as vodka or as strong as whisky, unless you get the good stuff.”

(Yeah, I’m a public health student and honestly this whole thing is driving me insane. The misinformation, the mass panic. Oof)
“Yeah, I completely agree. I’ll try to talk to you tomorrow. Let me know when you need me.”
Cyrus smiled and took the glass.
“Thanks.”