A Hazel Eyed Haze (p)

Cypress frowned at the hand that left his tattoo and sighed quietly. "...Is there something you're not telling me? I know you don't want me to treat you like a wounded animal, but I'm just curious as to why you're still acting different. Plus, you know how much of a worrier I am."

"Um..." He scratched the back of his neck. Iain knew that Cypress didn't catch a lick of what he just said. "Okay, I know that's Gaelic, but I don't understand what you said to me so can you say it in English?"

Cypress immediately sat up and took Iain's face in his hands and turned it so that his hazel eyes connected with his own. "What? Why would I get bored of you? How could I get bored of you? You're so interesting and stoic, and smart, Iain..." He moistened his lips. "Where did this come from?"

OOC: Dammit, Alex

BIC: Cypress still had his eyebrows knitted. "What? No, no, I hold my interest all the time without sexuality being involved. So far, I love the way you kiss me, hold me by my waist, and cuddle me. That other stuff came come later and if you have any questions about what I like or if you want to try something, then you can let me know. Right now, I'm just happy to be in your arms." Cypress moistened his lips, then lowered his head a bit. "Okay, my witchweed? Actually, witchweed is a weed so, uh, my Wolfs bane."div>

"I kn--." He was cut off from the kiss however and let a small moan go passed his lips. Cypress moved a little closer to Iain, resting a hand on his chest and the other on the side of his neck. Gods, he almost forgot how good it felt to have his lips connect with the son of Hecate's.

Cypress continued kissing Iain and moved so that the Scot was on his back. Cypress then got on top of him and placed his hand on either side of head. His lips trailed down from his chin, to his neck and continued kissing him. "Tell me if this is too much and we can stop." Cypress whispered, trying not to leave a hickey.

Cypress was pleased when he felt his lips reconnect with his own and tried to keep his breathing under control. He pulled away just so bathe could catch his breath. He rested his head on Iain's chest and closed his eyes as he tried to think.

Cypress nodded his head. "I will." He looked up at Iain and smiled. "The best thing about you having a clean slate is that I get to mold you to what I like..." He said teasingly. He kissed his shirt covered chest before rolling off of Iain and onto his stomach. He then took Iain's hand and rested it on the small of his back.

Cypress laughed too. "I will. I'll mold you into the perfect dildo." He paused and started laughing, covering his face. "I'm kidding!" He shook his head. "Aw, Iain, don't be afraid. You won't mess this up! I'll probably do that with worrying you too much or nagging." He shrugged his shoulders with a slight laugh. He was his mother's son.

Cypress laughed a bit and rubbed the back of Iain's head. "That's...true." He turned his head to kiss the side of his neck. "You're fine. We're fine. Tops aren't made over night." He joked again. "It's okay, honestly. I was the same way a couple of years ago so don't feel bad." Cypress continued to rub the back of his head to comfort him.

Cypress huffed. "Me too." His heart sank when he saw his eyes flash and quickly placed his hands on either side of Iain's face. "It's, okay, Iain. We just don't talk to him unless we have to, okay?" The son of Demeter comforted Iain. Pecking his lips in hopes to calm him down, Cypress turned back to his book and continued reading a bit more. "...So, any questions you have?"

"Hm?" Cypress turned his head to look at Iain. "Hm, yeah, I like poetry. I think it's beautiful the way people can turn words into something deep." He smiled and went back to looking at his book.