“No alcohol. Just us, together.” He replied softly, smiling sweetly at the other’s kisses.
“You did ask me. My response is yes, Cy.”
Marcus slid to hover over Cyrus, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “You can ask me anytime.”
Cyrus shuddered upon having his neck kissed.
"Th-that's sensitive," he murmured, arching his body slightly.
He tilted his head away to expose his neck more.
Marcus let out a soft laugh, trailing kisses along the exposed skin of Cyrus’ neck.
“But don’t you like it~?” He asked seductively, letting his hands slip under Cyrus’s shirt
"I do…" Cyrus muttered back, "It feels… nice… Heh… it sends chills down my whole body…"
He closed his eyes, his body shuddering a bit with each new kiss. His own hands slid under Marcus' shirt, and he laid back slightly, letting Marcus hover over him.
The kisses continued, growing hungry as Marcus kept going. “C-can I leave a mark…?” He asked hesitantly, “I-I mean… would a hickey be okay…?” He pulled back a bit, tracing a spot on Cyrus’s neck.
Cyrus' eyes widened a bit.
"Go for it, love," he said, a smile coming to his face.
He reached up and brushed a hand against Marcus' cheek.
"I'll do just about anything you want," he said.
Marcus took Cyrus’s hand and pushed his cheek against it again, smiling happily. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… guide me through what you like, Cy.” He murmured, reconnecting his lips to Cyrus’s neck.
He gently pushed the other down, his body hot in excitement.
"You won't," Cyrus reassured him, "I'll let you know if you do…"
Cyrus arched his back when lips brushed against his neck once again. Warmth flooded over his body.
"You're already doing great," he said, laughing slightly, "Honestly, messing with my neck like that- it doesn't take much to get me going…"
Marcus ran his hands along Cyrus’s body, groaning softly.
“You’re sensitive here,” he snickered softly, letting his tongue flicker across skin as he chose a spot to place his hickey.
“I love you, Cyrus.”
“I- love you too,” Cyrus replied, squirming a bit.
He giggled, “I told you…”
His hands wandered around Marcus’ waistline, and he felt gently around each curve of bone and muscle.
Marcus shuddered as Cyrus’s hands felt around the front of his wasteline, a soft gasp leaving his throat.
“You did tell me… I like it when you touch me…” he purred, sucking on Cyrus’s skin. He groaned softly, pressing himself against the other.
Cyrus exposed his neck even more with a turn of the head, inviting Marcus to keep going. He fiddled around with the button on his pants as he gazed onto the other’s face.
“How you doing there?” Cyrus asked, a soft moan escaping shortly after.
“Really good…” Marcus breathed, nibbling at the spot he had just marked. His own hands worked to remove the other’s shirt, pulling at it with a soft growl.
“God you’re making me want you bad.”
"Then take me…" Cyrus whined, helping Marcus remove his shirt.
After this, he unhooked the button on Marcus' pants. His heart was pounding so hard. This was different than the other night. They were both stone-cold sober.
The want for more skin-to-skin contact was starting to drive him wild. He felt good, much better than he had when they were both drunk.
But it was also terrifying. What if Cyrus decided he didn’t like it or didn’t want to do it…? He’d comply and leave the other alone, of course.
Marcus stole a kiss to distract his anxieties, gasping softly as the button on his pants came free.
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Marcus pressed his forehead against Cyrus’s hot skin, smiling happily. “I love you…” he murmured softly, kissing Cyrus and pulling him closer. “Youre amazing~”
Cyrus sank down into the mattress.
"I love you too," he whispered.
He was covered in a sheen of sweat, still breathing heavily as his heart pounded from all the excitement.
"My god, that was good," he murmured into Marcus' chest, "I think I'm gonna be a bit sore from this one, but it's all worth it."
Marcus nodded gently, giggling as he ran his fingers through the other’s hair. “It was good… it was way good…” he kissed Cyrus’s head and snuggled him close. “I’ll take care of you if you’re sore.”
"I think I'll be okay," Cyrus replied, "but thanks for the concern, my love."
His gaze rested comfortably on the other's face.
"You feeling alright?" he asked, "Like emotionally and everything?"
Marcus nodded, grinning as he bumped their noses together. “Alright, I’m glad to hear you’re alright. And as for my emotional well-being, I feel much better now. How about you?”
"Yeah," Cyrus said, stifling a small laugh, "Sex definitely doesn't hurt in that regard. I'm feeling really warm and happy."
He stole a little kiss from Marcus, and he closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh.
“I’m glad~” he purred, grinning and grabbing Cyrus’s face to steal a longer kiss. “Did I do good? That was my first time topping, rate my performance~?” He teased, giggling happily as he ruffled Cyrus’s hair.
Cyrus smiled.
"I wouldn't have guessed it was your first time," he replied, "It was a little sloppy, but it felt so… so good…"
He leaned into Marcus' hand again.
"It's been a while since anyone's let me bottom," he said pensively, "Well, I mean… I haven't been with a guy for a while, either…"
He shifted a bit.
"Did I do okay, though?"
“Good to know I can pretend I know what I’m doing.” He chuckled, smiling and massaging the other’s head gently.
“You did really good. Really really good, love.” He brought Cyrus closer, needing the other’s skin against his as comfort. It felt good to be loved.
"I'm glad," Cyrus sighed, readily leaning in to touch Marcus.
It felt so nice being touched when he wasn't having the shit beat out of him.
"I love you so, so much…"
“I love you more.” Marcus challenged, grinning. “You’ve brought more happiness to my life than anything else ever will. You’ve given me love and understanding. You’ve brought light back to me.”
"I ought to say the same to you," Cyrus said, "This is the first glimmer of hope that I've seen in a while…"
He held Marcus' hand tightly. He felt like he was absolutely basking in Marcus' love like warm sunshine.
“Let’s use that hope… Cyrus, we can fix our lives. Let’s get rid of the people who tie us down… or we could run away. We could start a new life together.”
Cyrus' eyes flickered with fire.
"We could. You give me that kind of courage," he whispered, "I didn't know I had the power to stand up to anyone until… until today, honestly."