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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“Mm, I think you’re more sexy, Cy.” Marcus purred, pressing their foreheads together and grinning. He stood on his tippy toes, wrapping his arms tightly around Cyrus’s neck. “I love you~“

“I love you too,” Cyrus murmured into the other’s ear, “I don’t want to let you go…”
He leaned into Marcus’ grip, then grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up off the ground a little so their faces were more level.

Marcus gasped as he was lifted, giggling happily and bumping their noses together. “Then don’t. I like it when you hold me.” He purred, smiling happily at the other. “You’re really handsome~”

“I won’t,” Cyrus agreed.
He laughed softly, “I’m glad someone thinks so. You know, you’re not bad yourself. You’re absolutely stunning, love.”
He ran his hands down the other’s side, feeling every curve of him once more, taking him in in his entirety.

Marcus wrapped his legs around Cyrus’s waist, nuzzling into his cheek with a grin. “Why thank you. I’m glad you’re into gingers.” His giggle turned into a soft squeal at Cyrus’s touch. “That tickles.”

Cyrus eased up his hands on Marcus so it didn’t tickle as much. He leaned up against the wall so he could better support the other’s weight.
“Why wouldn’t I be into gingers? Especially if that ginger is you…?” he asked, then going back in for more kisses before waiting for an answer.

Marcus smiled brightly, pressing soft kisses in return to Cyrus’s face. “Mm we’re not exactly attractive in the eyes of society.” He mused, pulling Cyrus back into a deep kiss.

“Well, you’re attractive to me, love,” Cyrus replied softly, sinking deeper into the kiss.
He pressed his and Marcus’ bodies closer together, taking in the other’s warmth.

Marcus let out a happy sound, smiling softly behind the other’s lips. This comfort and love felt so strange and yet so wonderful. Especially after such a traumatic experience for them both.
But it felt great and Marcus wouldn’t change a thing.

He pulled away from the kiss and gave Cyrus a soft grin. “How are you so amazing all the time?”

“I’m not, but… I’m loving by nature, if that’s what you mean,” Cyrus replied, “You’ve seen me lose my temper, break down, and you’ve seen me drunk. I wouldn’t say all the time.”

Marcus shook his head, stealing a small kiss. “You’re still amazing.” He huffed stubbornly, playing with Cyrus’s hair while the other spoke. “Even if it’s not all the time, you’re still amazing. You’ve given me everything I could ever ask for, despite the fact that you just met me.”

"Heh… fair enough," Cyrus murmured.
He leaned into the little kiss and started full-on making out with Marcus once he was done speaking. Cyrus' hands carefully supported Marcus, but he also focused on shifting his grip so he could feel the other's body underneath his hands, taking in that he was there.

Marcus let out a small sound, moving his lips against Cyrus’s. His own hands slipped up and under Cyrus’s shirt, rubbing soft circles into the skin he felt. His body felt hot underneath the other’s hand.

"What do you want to do, love?" Cyrus asked gently in between kisses.
He relaxed into the other's touch and slipped his hand barely under the fabric of Marcus' shirt.

“Be with you… feel you.” He murmured, shivering at the barely-there touch. “I like it when you touch me…” he admitted, blushing as he buried his face in Cyrus’s neck.

"I like it too," Cyrus agreed.
His face was a little flushed from all of this. He tilted his neck to allow Marcus to rest his head there.
"And I love… you…"

Marcus pressed a soft kiss to Cyrus’s neck, smiling brightly as the other spoke. “I love you too.” He murmured, trailing kisses up to Cyrus’s cheek. “Can I have another kiss…?”

"You can have as many as you'd like," Cyrus replied, leaning his face closer to Marcus'.
He pressed a kiss to Marcus' lips and cupped his cheek softly.

Marcus giggled, pressing closer with a grin. “Thank you,” he murmured against the other’s lips, adjusting his grip. “I love your kisses…”

“Mm, yeah…” Cyrus agreed, “You’re so soft…”
He let out a heavy sigh of relief. His chest still felt a little tense, but he was feeling a lot better than before for sure. Marcus helped him relax so much, or at least he distracted him well.

Marcus gently tugged on Cyrus’s arm, smiling softly. “Can we go cuddle now? I want to lay down and cuddle.” He asked innocently, trying to get Cyrus to lay them both down in the bed.

“Sure, sounds good,” Cyrus said.
He held Marcus close and laid him down, and Cyrus flopped down next to him.

The second Cyrus got comfortable, Marcus snuggled into him with a grin, kissing his face. “Yay! Cuddles!” He hummed cutely, nuzzling into Cyrus’s chest and rumbling happily.

“And you say you’re not cute,” Cyrus grumbled, placing a firm hand over the back of his head. “God, you deserve all the love in the world…”

“I’m not. I’m a scary gang member.” He growled, letting a giggle slip out right after. “You deserve it too, you know… you’re soft and kind and loving. I like it.”

“I’m glad I can provide that to you,” Cyrus sighed deeply, pulling Marcus in for more kisses.
“I know… you miss out on it a lot, and I do too.”

“I’m giving you all of my love then. You’re going to get so many cuddles.” He grinned brightly at the kisses, pressing back as many as he could. “Come here and I’ll give you more kisses!”

Cyrus drew closer to Marcus again, leaning in for more kisses. At this point, an odd sadness had crept up on him. Marcus made him so happy, yet… Was this all happening too fast? Would Marcus ever make it away from Marx? Did Cyrus even deserve this attention and love?
His demeanor changed a bit, and it was obvious in the way he touched Marcus. It went from passionate and curious back to the fearful, lonely touches that seemed like he was afraid he would never see Marcus again, should he let him go.

Marcus pulled back a little, looking into Cyrus’s face and tilting his head. “What’s wrong?” His hands instinctively pulled back as a slight fear coursed through his blood.
Did he upset Cyrus?
“Too many kisses? Would you like to do something else?”

"I-I don't know…" Cyrus managed, "I just got his by this big wave of-"
He didn't know how to describe it. Insecurity? Sadness? Guilt? Probably all of that, and then some.
"I don't know what I need. I'm feeling weird all of a sudden. Sorry, I know you were enjoying it. And I was too. I just…"
Cyrus let out a deep sigh. The tension in his chest and back had returned, and on top of all of the feelings he was having, his physiological reaction to them was most unwelcome.