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 giggled softly at the other’s touch and confidence.
“Heh. A couple more and I might feel great too.”
He found his arm around Lighter’s waist.

Lighter gasped in surprise at the arms around his waist but didn’t shy away from it. If anything he drew closer. It was hard to tell if the flush on his face was from the alcohol or from the close contact with Cyrus.

He led them outside, grinning sheepishly as he stumbled slightly. “Are you trying to be a flirt~” he teased.

"Huh?" Cyrus asked, actually genuinely clueless.
His head was starting to fog over a lot.
"I… uh… I dunno," he slurred.
Lighter was pretty soft and comfy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they just laid in his home and cuddled. They probably both needed it.

Lighter laughed, shaking his head. “I’m kidding with you, Cyrus.” He pressed his cheek against the other’s shoulder, sighing deeply. It wouldn’t be bad to just cuddle… Lighter himself was considering it.

He fell into deep thought, hardly realizing when he had stopped in front of a dingy apartment building. He pushed the heavy main doors open, flashing a grin at the people who sat in the lobby. Those few that knew Lighter personally gave him a look. It wasn’t the first time he had invited someone over. They were skeptical of his actions, knowing how heavy a drunkard he was.

Once they had climbed two flights of stairs they came to a door labeled as C7. Lighter struggled with a key, his drunken eyes too wacky to see straight. Eventually it was opened to a tiny living space, two doors across from the main. One was open, revealing a small bathroom. The other could only be the bedroom. The kitchen and front room were one, only separated by a small island. “Welcome to the shithole.”

"Looks cozy enough to me," Cyrus replied softly.
He was stumbling. Barely made it up the stairs stumbling. First thing he did when he walked into the apartment was crash on the couch face-first. He motioned for Lighter to come over.

Lighter let out a barking laugh, moving to the form of Cyrus on the couch. “Comfortable?” He asked, moving to sit gingerly on the arm rest. “What alcohol do you prefer. I’ve got a lot.”

"Doesn't matter. Surprise me," Cyrus answered, lifting his head to look over at Lighter.

Lighter flashed him a playful grin, slipping onto the couch. “This might be a weird question but… would you wanna… maybe…” he fell silent, too afraid to continue. He hadn’t ever been able to ask for just the soft stuff. He wanted to be held. Something clicked in his head and he suddenly panicked.

“D-Dont think I just invited you over for a one-night-stand cuz I didn’t! I just like your company and you seem cool and I’m just a bit touch deprived! All I wanted to do was cuddle!”

Cyrus felt a chill go through his body.
"Wait… seriously…?" he murmured.
He lazily traced a hand over Lighter's leg.
"I mean… I'm here for the same reason you are, and like… This… this doesn't have to be our last time together if things go well. I'm not that far away."
He tilted his head.
"We're not too drunk to do this, are we?" he chuckled.

The hand sent a wave of excitement down Lighters spine. He slowly lowered himself onto the couch next to Cyrus, wrapping a hesitant arm around his neck. “I don’t think we’re too drunk… I can think rationally. At least I think I can. I’m sober enough to know I liked it when you touched me.” He murmured. “This isn’t going too fast is it?”

"I can think. Maybe not perfectly rationally, but uh…" Cyrus laughed, "I liked you when I was sober, so I'll trust that. Can we- can we move slowly? We'll get there eventually."
He leaned into Lighter's arms, brushing a hand over his arm lightly.

The soft nod in reply felt oddly weak. Lighter was shaking more than he could process, his hands curling into slight fists in an attempt to calm himself. Cyrus felt kinder, softer than Marx. Maybe he’d be gentle, let Lighter tell him if it went too far. Maybe he-

“Slowly…?” He asked gently, blinking his eyes a few times. “Th-thats perfect. Thank you. Slowly.” He pressed his forehead against Cyrus’s chest, inhaling deeply.

Marx will be jealous.
He pushed the thought away. Marx was tomorrow’s problem. Tonight he could let himself relax a little.

Cyrus worked his fingers into Lighter’s hair.
“Are you sure…? It won’t get any… backlash?” he questioned, “And you’re shaky. Can I get you some water or something?”
Cyrus moved, prepared to get up, but for the moment, he kept Lighter’s head to his chest.

Lighter relaxed a tad bit after he realized Cyrus’s fingers were being gentle.
“There won’t be backlash if he doesn’t know.” He whispered, suddenly clinging onto Cyrus as he tried to leave. “No! I’ll be alright, just, please stay for a little bit. The shakes will go away.”

“Okay, I mean… nerves are to be expected,” Cyrus sighed, breathing softly into Lighter’s hair.
“If you’re sure, we can keep going.”
He stroked through his hair some more, then planted a kiss on his forehead.

“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.

“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.

“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.”

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?”