17. Chapter 17
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After grabbing clean bedding Cyrus came back in, sweating a bit from getting everything moved around and put away, bringing stuff that would be useful to Gabe down from the attic. He closed the door behind him out of reflex and headed over to Gabe.
“Let’s get the bed made, so that’s over with, and then we can grab some dinner, yeah?” Cyrus suggested.
Gabe nodded, and they each grabbed their ends of the fitted sheet and worked on getting it on. The mattress was rather heavy and tall, but it wasn’t much of a challenge for both of them and their varied supernatural strength.
The fitted sheet, the top sheet, and the blanket were all neatly put on the bed.
Cyrus was much better at doing this than Gabe, whose side was wrinkled and not tucked in the best. Cyrus flitted over and fixed it without saying anything and then sighed as he sat down on the end of the bed, leaned back, and wiped his arm over his forehead with a sigh.
“Thanks for helping me,” Gabe said as he did the same thing and leaned back.
“No problem,” Cyrus mumbled and looked up at the ceiling, though he was very aware of Gabe beside him. Both of them were sweaty and breathing a bit heavier.
Cyrus looked over at Gabe and watched how his chest rose and fell. He was suddenly fixated on him. His eyes waltzed up from Gabe’s chest to his throat and chiseled jaw line. The flush of his nose, cheeks, and ears thanks to all of their moving around.
He couldn’t help the urge he felt to sit up, lean down and press his lips to his. So he didn’t. Cyrus kissed Gabe, fingers trailing his jaw and eyelashes brushing against his cheeks.
Gabe kissed him back after a brief moment of surprise. Soft, warm, slow.
It had been so long since Cyrus had been able to kiss someone that way. Since he had wanted to. He didn’t want to fight it, even if fear and anxiety crept along him with each move.
Cyrus felt Gabe’s finger knit into the back of his hair, and he hummed, content.
Lips melting perfectly against Gabe’s, he deepened the kiss ever so slightly, his hand sliding down and curling his thumb over the front of Gabe’s neck, his fingers brushing just below and behind his ear.
He listened to Gabe reply in equal pleasure and content and nipped at his bottom lip.
The room was warm, and the bed was crisp and clean.
It was comfortable and cozy as they lay there slowly and contently making out.
Hands slowly lingered from face and hair to chest and hips, but no moves were made to get each other’s pants off.
Though Cyrus was slowly but surely finding himself more aroused.
He also found that just kissing Gabe made him feel far better than he could have anticipated.
The stress he was feeling rolled off his shoulders for that moment, and all he wanted was to get lost in the feeling of someone kissing him back.
Things began to ramp up a bit after another long moment.
Gabe slowly rolled them over and maneuvered them further up the bed, and Cyrus was on his back.
However, Gabe leaned down overtop him, pressing his lips to Cyrus’s neck.
Cyrus sighed and closed his eyes once more, tilting his head to the side and allowing Gabe better access.
He tensed in pleasure as Gabe licked and bit at his neck, right under where a mark from their previous roll in Cyrus’s bed was still healing.
He sighed as Gabe kissed back up his neck and made his way back to his lips. A slow and deep kiss, a spread of Cyrus’s legs until Gabe could move between them and nestle their crotches together, rough jean fabric against the coarse jean fabric, erection against semi-hard cock.
Cyrus groaned softly and reached a hand down to grip at Gabe’s hip and the fabric of his jeans, a thumb looped into the waistband, his other hand sliding up into Gabe’s pitch-black wavy hair that tumbled over onto his forehead.
“You know,” Gabe mumbled against Cyrus’s lips, “I’d have taken you for someone who wants control.”
Cyrus exhaled slowly against Gabe’s lips. “Dominant, submissive, top, bottom…depends on the day,” he replied.
“Oh yeah?” Gabe asked. “I’m not sure I believe you. Maybe you’re only a soft bottom after all.”
Cyrus quickly flipped them both over and pushed Gabe’s back against the bed, leaning down and bringing his lips ever so close to Gabe’s but not quite.
“…don’t tempt me,” Cyrus whispered and rocked his hips against Gabe’s just enough to be pressed more firmly against him. He heard the slight grunt from Gabe and fought the urge to do it again.
“Don’t tempt me,” Gabe replied with a slight chuckle.
Cyrus felt his pulse quicken, blood rush, and his hand slid from Gabe’s chest up to the base of his throat where his thumb and fingers stretched across and then pushed just enough to secure Gabe’s head to the mattress—all in one quick firm movement.
“This what you want?” Cyrus asked. Leaning to whisper in Gabe’s ear and only going as far as he was prompted to, no further. Not until he knew what Gabe wanted.
He did, however, grind his hips against him just once.
Gabe moaned. “Mmn, yes,” he replied, squirming underneath Cyrus.
Cyrus bit at his bottom lip as he thought.
He hadn’t expected any sort of sexual dynamic with Gabe, yet it had happened.
Now there was some questioning of their sexual dynamic and what was off-limits and wanted.
Cyrus opted to stick to some basic things rather than dive into anything that would require more discussion.
He kissed along Gabe’s ear and jaw line, back up, and nipped at Gabe’s earlobe, feeling the young man attempt to rock up against him.
“Don’t move,” Cyrus whispered. “Not a muscle. Got it?”
Gabe shifted in confusion for a moment but then seemed to understand and stopped moving to the best of his ability.
“Good boy,” Cyrus purred, low. He could feel Gabe shiver underneath him.
He slowly started to kiss down Gabe’s neck, sliding his hand down away from his throat and down his chest. Wherever he wasn’t kissing, his fingers were caressing.
He didn’t care about the outside world at that moment; he wanted to feel what he was feeling right then—so he let himself.
Rough and passionate. He tugged at Gabe’s shirt, pulling it off him and waiting to feel Gabe go back to lying still.
Instead, Gabe grabbed his hair. Cyrus instinctively forced Gabe’s hand off his hand and slid back up from Gabe’s stomach to his face, forcing Gabe’s tilted head back down to the bed with his hand on his throat again.
“Did I tell you to move?” Cyrus growled at him.
He watched Gabe’s pupils dilate and his face flush, felt his cock strain harder underneath him.
“N-No,” he gasped. His pulse felt quick underneath Cyrus’s hand.
Cyrus tilted his head down to Gabe’s ear to break the scene for a moment to ask him something but not remove the mood.
“Is this okay?” Cyrus whispered. “Say pineapple if it’s not.”
Gabe moaned softly. “Yes,” he whispered. “Mmm.”
Cyrus chuckled lowly and nuzzled Gabe’s ear.
“Mmn, Alpha,” Cyrus purred teasingly. “I want you to hand over your title to me today.” He rocked his hips against Gabe’s ever so slightly, just enough pressure to make Gabe struggle not to squirm.
“While we’re in this room,” Cyrus licked at his lips. “Will you do that?”
Gabe exhaled shakily. “Y-Yes, Alpha, Sir…?” Gabe seemed to be inquiring if he could call him that.
Cyrus felt his body flush with heat, his cock straining and pulsing within its confines. He opted to answer Gabe’s implied question with a kiss.
He pulled back to kiss Gabe rather passionately, deep and needy, but it was only for a moment.
Cyrus pulled back and forced himself off the bed.
“Don’t move,” he husked as he walked over slightly wobbly to lock the bedroom door and close the curtains even though it was unlikely anyone would be able to see through the windows of a second-story room.
He got back to the bed and climbed back in, climbing atop Gabe and pulling his shirt off.
Body far more scarred than Gabe, who didn’t appear to have more than one or two small scars along his body.
In contrast, Cyrus’s back and chest were littered with them.
It didn’t take from his attractiveness; no, by the way Gabe was looking at him from below, it very well added to it.
Cyrus leaned back down and nipped at Gabe’s bottom lip before slowly sliding downward.
He kissed along Gabe’s neck, leaving a trail of warm wet kisses from his collarbones down his chest to his dark happy trail that led into his jeans.
Cyrus undid the button and zipper on Gabe’s jeans and slowly pulled them downward along with his boxers.
Gabe’s thick cock sprung free, and Cyrus heard him groan.
“No moving,” Cyrus reminded him and positioned himself between Gabe’s thighs and leaned his head down.
He flicked his tongue along the tip of Gabe’s length and then around slowly.
There was already a bit of pre-cum there, which made him chuckle.
He was going to need to take this slow. As he doubted Gabe had the experience to hold himself back for very long.
Well, slow would certainly torture Gabe a little.
Cyrus licked from the base to the head thrice and groaned as he watched from below Gabe struggle not to squirm, the way his thighs flushed with even more heat than his face. As Cyrus took Gabe in his mouth, he felt Gabe’s thigh muscles tense against his will.
Cyrus hummed softly with his mouth around Gabe’s length, but enough that the vibration would still be felt around the sensitive member.
Gabe moaned, and Cyrus started to bob his head slowly. Taking all of Gabe into his mouth with ease.
He could feel the man struggling not to move underneath him. He hummed just once more before popping his mouth off of Gabe and sliding back up to take his mouth with his. Kissing him deeply. He reached a hand down and grabbed Gabe’s slick cock.
“You can move now,” he whispered against Gabe’s lips.