Lighter undid the button then the next one so he could place his palm flat against the other’s warm chest. He could feel the other’s excitement. It was contagious.
“Thank you…” he murmured, letting his chin be lifted. His lips parted obediently, as if he were practiced in the art of being a bottom - which he was. The thought almost made him giggle so instead he focused on the warm mouth over his and the feeling of bare chest under his hand as his fingers rubbed slow circles.
Cyrus’ mouth formed the slightest smile, but he kept kissing. He had Lighter locked in a long, deep, sloppy kiss.
He traced along the bottom of Lighter’s shirt, feeling the exposed skin from where it rode up just a bit.
A soft gasp left the small male’s lips, his body relaxing into the touch. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually enjoyed the feeling of fingers on his skin. It had been too long.
(Random quick question, would you prefer to continue here, in pms, just skip past the smut if it so happens to come up)
(Works for me. Idk how far I actually want to write personally, but we probably should switch over anyway.)
(That’s alright, I’m not sure either. We can come back here for the stalkers afterwords if that’s alright with you. I’ll make us a pm)
(Annnd we back)
Lighter was still a little flushed from their earlier escapades. He hummed as he slipped his shirt back on, flashing Cyrus a wicked grin. “Would you like to stay for more alcohol?” He asked, biting his lip. “I could use the company.”
“Sure, I can even spend the night if you want,” Cyrus offered, “I have nowhere to be.”
Cyrus had his button-up on, but it was still undone in the front. He glanced toward Lighter and snapped his gaze away, blushing.
“Heh… I’ve had a nice time with you.”
Lighter laughed gently, standing in front of Cyrus and slowly buttoning up his shirt. He made sure his fingers brushed against the other’s skin teasingly.
“Stay the night. I’d like that. I’ve had a nice time with you too.”
“Great,” Cyrus sighed happily.
He ruffled Lighter’s hair playfully.
“A few more drinks, and eventually we’ll call it a night?” he suggested.
Lighter giggled softly, grinning up at the other. “Sounds perfect!” He hummed, wrapping his arms around Cyrus’s waist. “Can I have your number? I quite like you.”
“Sure! I’d be glad to see you again, or at least keep talking,” Cyrus said, placing his hands over Lighter’s.
“Let’s exchange numbers while we’re still thinking about it.”
“Okay!” He said excitedly, smiling as he moved to grab his phone. He gently offered his phone to the other and hummed happily. “Here, put your number in.”
Cyrus typed his number into the phone and handed it back.
“Alright, that should do it.”
He smiled slightly.
“I hope we can actually see each other again.”
“I hope so too. What do you have going on tomorrow night?” He asked softly, offering his hands to the other. “I might need someone safe to sit with after…” he trailed off, shifting uncomfortably. Tomorrow Marx has requested him. He never knew if it was going to another assault or just a normal mission.
“I’ll just be home. I have some work in the afternoon, but I’ll be up late,” Cyrus said, “I’ll be there for you.”
He rubbed his shoulder affectionately.
“Thank you. You have no idea what any of this means to me.” He groaned lightly at the flush in his face. “I’m not too good with emotions… I’m a mess right now and probably will be tomorrow too.”
“I know… I wish someone would do the same for me,” Cyrus replied, “which is why I give this kindness to you. You need it. And I mean, you also seem pretty cool.”
He shifted in place nervously, glancing around as if he were afraid someone were listening. “I-I wouldn’t mind doing the same for you. I quite like you too…”
“I- I shouldn’t have- I- Sorry… I don’t want to burden you with all of that…” Cyrus whispered, “I appreciate the sentiment though.”
(Sorry for the wait. My life is hectic right now)
“Nonsense. I’d be glad to listen. You listened to my drunk rantings.” He huffed, leading the other into the kitchen. He cradled his phone close as if it were a new national treasure, frowning lightly.
A bottle of alcohol was lowered from a top cupboard along with two glasses, placed carefully on the island. The brand name on the bottle labeled it as a fancy wine. “And I’m sure you’ll get an earful tomorrow. Besides,” he turned a little towards Cyrus, eyes gleaming mischievously. “I don’t have sex with just anyone.”
(You’re fine. I’m a bit busy too)
“I mean… me neither. Usually I end up in relationships that I have hope for, and then they go to shit,” Cyrus replied, pacing into the kitchen.
(This dumb virus is causing all sorts of issues for us. Wish I could punch a virus in the face)
“Even if we decide that romance isn’t our thing, I’d love to be friends, or partners in crime. Anything of the sort.” Lighter replied, a skip in his step that hadnt been there before.
He offered a glass of the deep red wine to Cyrus, winking as he tipped his own glass to his lips. “Try some. Helps me unwind. Not as offensive as vodka or as strong as whisky, unless you get the good stuff.”
(Yeah, I’m a public health student and honestly this whole thing is driving me insane. The misinformation, the mass panic. Oof)
“Yeah, I completely agree. I’ll try to talk to you tomorrow. Let me know when you need me.”
Cyrus smiled and took the glass.
“Thanks.”
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