Marcus wrapped an arm around Cyrus to bring him closer, laughing gently.
“Food always helps me. Especially sweet fruits. I love cherries the most.” He hummed, taking another pizza roll for himself.
“The one food that doesn’t help me, though, is mushrooms. They’re disgusting. Taste like dirt and are rubbery.” He made a face before leaning more into Cyrus, smiling gently.
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“Oh, I’ll eat anything,” Cyrus laughed in response, “Even mushrooms. Although I do have to agree with you about cherries. They’re definitely up there for me. Not to mention how great they go with a lot of desserts. I ought to do some baking for you sometime.”
“Baking? Oh that sounds really good actually… a cherry dessert or even just a dessert in general.” Marcus hummed, resting his head on Cyrus’s shoulder.
“And I think it would taste better if it was made by you, Cy.”
Cyrus smiled.
“I’m glad you think so,” he murmured, pressing his hand to Marcus’ cheek.
“It sounds like fun, actually. It’s been a while since I’ve done any baking.”
Marcus hummed happily, leaning into Cyrus’s hand.
“Did you bake often? Or do you? I’ve tried but I’m no good at it. I had a friend who used to make me some cakes and stuff but she moved once she graduated from highschool. A sweet girl, really.” Marcus shook his head and sighed. “I’m glad she got away. Marx had a little thing for her too but he didn’t get to touch her.”
“Well, I used to a lot more,” Cyrus admitted, “but I only really get to do it for special occasions nowadays. I’d be glad to start baking some again though, especially if it was for you…”
He smiled and rubbed the other’s soft skin, then ran his hand up into his hair.
“I’d love that. Please, even if it’s just one time, would you bake for me?” He asked, giving his best puppy dog eyes up at Cyrus.
“I want to try more of your cooking, you’re so good at it.” He hummed, leaning into the touches with a happy purr.
He loved their relationship, where they could easily switch between who took the dominant spot at any moment. It made him giddy but he found himself wondering if Cyrus enjoyed it too.
“And uhm… I wanna ask if you’re okay with the way we do things. Is it okay for me to sometimes act more… dominant?”
Cyrus felt heat rise into his cheeks.
“Of course! I’d love that,” he replied, “You’re more than welcome to.”
He smiled slightly, glad that Marcus had been comfortable enough to ask.
Marcus blushed and gently kissed Cyrus’s face. “Thank you, love. I was a little nervous.” He laughed gently, biting his lip and pressing their faces together.
“No need to be,” Cyrus reassured him between kisses.
He ran his hand from his cheek down to brush his neck.
Marcus tried to return each kiss as best he could, humming happily at the gentle touch.
Marcus loved how soft Cyrus was with him, it made him feel like he was more than just someone to give company to. He felt loved.
“You’re so special to me, Cy. I wish I could show it enough.”
"Of course you show it enough," Cyrus said, "You're special to me too, and I already know you feel the same."
He leaned back on the couch. Cyrus still felt terrible, but Marcus was honestly the best distraction he could ask for. For one thing, he felt genuine affection from the other. For another, maybe that kind of distraction could genuinely make him feel better, even if only a little.
Marcus climbed into Cyrus’s lap, wrapping his arms around him and smiling. “I feel so strongly about you, Cyrus. You’ve been the best thing to happen to me in a long time.” He nuzzled into Cyrus’s cheek, pressing a few kisses there.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Cyrus said, leaning into Marcus’ kisses.
“Hell, with you around, I think I’ll have more motivation to get myself out of my horrible situation and do the same for you. It’s very hard to be strong when you’re alone.”
“Mmm good!” He purred, stealing away a real kiss before hiding his face away in the other’s neck. “I want to help you out too! I’m going to do all i can you get us both out.”
He wrapped his arms around Cyrus’s chest, pushing into the other for more attention. “We should cuddle some more tonight.”
"Of course," Cyrus agreed, "I'd like that a lot. And maybe we could lay down and watch something, if that's okay with you?"
He moved his arms around Marcus' waist and laughed softly.
“I want to do that too. Let’s watch something nice.” Marcus smiled happily, softly kissing Cyrus’s neck. He loved being affectionate too.
“You’re so warm~ I love kissing you~ and hugging you, and cuddling with you~”
Cyrus giggled happily. "Me too, love."
He hummed to himself softly as he thought.
"Do you have anything you'd like to see?"
“Not really, I just want something upbeat after everything…” he murmured softly, tangling his fingers in Cyrus’s hair.
“I want good feels and cuddles right now. I want to just forget the bad for this small moment.”
“I gotcha,” Cyrus said, “Would you like to watch like uh… Queer Eye maybe?”
He laughed softly to himself.
“I find it to be a very feel-good show, ya know?”
He cuddled Marcus back.
“I’ve never seen it. Let’s watch it.” He smiled up at Cyrus and hummed happily.
“Feel good shows are my comfort. I don’t usually watch a lot of movies or shows though. Only every now and then.”
“If I get a night to myself, that’s what I usually do,” Cyrus said, “Not that that’s very often for me either.”
He laid an arm across Marcus’ shoulder and reached over for the remote where he saw it.
“It’s a luxury I guess. Especially if you live one of our lifestyles.” Marcus leaned into Cyrus a little more, watching him reach for the remote.
“Can you reach it?”
Cyrus’ fingertips brushed the remote and he dragged it closer.
“Yup,” he confirmed, turning the tv on.
He leaned into Marcus and kissed his jaw.
Marcus hummed happily at the kiss and returned it with one of his own. He kissed Cyrus’s cheek before happily relaxing into him and watching the tv, waiting for the show to start.
Cyrus put on the show, placed the remote to the side, and held Marcus close. He kissed the top of the other’s head.
Marcus smiled, sighing softly as the show started. He kissed the other’s hand after bringing it up, smiling happily.
“Heh…” Cyrus murmured, closing his hand over Marcus’.
He rested his cheek comfortably on the other’s head.
“Comfortable?” He asked teasingly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I hope so. I’m comfy as hell.”
Marcus giggled softly but stilled, smiling happily at the tv.
“For sure,” Cyrus replied.
He squeezed Marcus’ hand back.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.”