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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“Mhm…” Cyrus sighed into his ear.
He was feeling a little drowsy, and at this point, his motions were a little distracted.
“You’re… lovely…”
He traced Lighter’s jaw with his finger and planted kisses down his face.

(Go ahead! As long as it’s okay with @Becfromthedead )

Lighter let out a soft sound, a happy one, and leaned into the touch he was given. So much softer than anything he had ever been given. No one had ever given him such gentle kisses and had touched him like he really was something lovely. “I’m not anything special.” He responded, voice breathy and thin.

“Except you’ve already made this the best night in a while,” Cyrus cooed.
He smiled, still stroking his hair.

A soft chuckle left his lips, his breath lost in the action. “Me? Nah… I’m just some gang member.” He mused, resting his head against the other’s. “But damn are you something special and different. You’re so… soft with me.”

“I’m just a gang member too, but… I wasn’t meant to be here,” he sighed, “This is just who I am.”

Lighter lifted his hands, tangling them into the other’s hair. “I like it. Keep being you.” He flashed a warm smile, those gem-green eyes sparkling. “You’re the first person I’ve met who was forced into a gang. The rest of us joined willingly, including me.”

“Seriously?” Cyrus muttered, “I’ve met others… though they’re few and mostly dead.”
He tried to smile back but it was difficult.

Lighter’s hands were soon cupping Cyrus’s soft face, pulling him close so he could plant a small kiss to his nose. The affection felt strange and yet exhilarating. “Don’t you go and die on me… I quite like talking with you. Come back sometime.” He rumbled, tracing the lines of the other’s face.

“I’ll try my damn hardest,” Cyrus promised, his voice very deep and gentle.
He held the back of Lighter’s head and placed a firm kiss over his lips. His other hand traced down Lighter’s body.

He couldn’t help the stuttering shudders from running down his spine. That voice was absolutely criminal for a man so gentle.
Lighter pressed back into the kiss almost as if he had been starving for it, his body flinching first at the contact before slowly pressing into the warm hand that traced every slow curve of his thin body.

Cyrus leaned back into the couch, letting Lighter lay back slightly on top of him. A warm tingling set into his body as he continued kissing on the other.
“You deserve so much more…” he sighed gently, “What I would give to take you away from all this…”

A soft, lilting laugh left Lighter’s lips. He nuzzled against the other’s cheek, breathing him in. The scent was addicting. He didn’t want to leave it.

“You’re too kind, Cyrus. One day I’ll get out of it. I’ll grow stronger than Marx, make sure he doesn’t hurt me anymore.” He promised, his head and chest fuzzy with a feeling he wasn’t familiar with. Was this excitement? Alcohol?

Warmth? Love? Affection? Offered the voice in his head. Not a chance, you’re too broken for that.

Lighter found his hand gently pushing against Cyrus’s wide chest, his heart aching. “I-Is this really alright?” He asked quietly, gently, lifting sad eyes to a handsome face.

“Absolutely,” Cyrus said, “It’s been so long since…”
He buried his face in Lighter’s shoulder, not finishing his sentence. His lips traced along his jaw, then down to his neck.
“My god, you’re so soft…”

He came absolutely unraveled, letting out a soft squeak of embarrassment as his face flushed. His hands suddenly gripped Cyrus’ shirt, his head tilting to give the gentle giant access. “O-okay… it’s been so long for me too…”

Lighter was sure his ‘So long’ meant something different than Cyrus’ but he wouldn’t delve any farther than that. All he wanted to focus on was the par of soft lips against his neck.

“You’re still alright?” Cyrus checked.
His lips trembled a bit as he kept tracing down his neck.
His heart was pounding so hard he could barely hear his own thoughts. He tapped his fingers on Lighter’s shoulder.
Cyrus moved the hand over to where Lighter gripped his shirt, and he moved his fingers slowly down to unbutton the top button, and only that much for now.

The small male nodded gently, a soft smile gracing his lips for a split second. “I’m wonderful.” he purred, sliding his fingers away from Cyrus’s chest as he watched him unbutton the top part of the shirt. He moved to rub a soft circle to the newly exposed area, licking his dry lips as the reality of what was going down hit him.

He took a deep breath in; a slow, relaxed sound that blew hot breath against Cyrus’ skin.

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.