Ag Ionnsachadh Gàidhlig (p)

"Okay, I can do that no problem, baby. I'll talk to you and I'll tell you what I like and don't like. This is a learning process for you and I don't want to freak you out or anything." The son of Demeter smiled and leaned in to kiss his lips. "...I like it when you're passionate. It makes my toes curl..." He whispered in his ear.

Cypress grunted and fell on top of him. He laughed against his lips and placed his hands on his chest. "Move your hand lower." He said in between kisses. He pressed his lips against Iain's and let out a exhale. Gods this felt so good.

 Cypress gasped briefly and pushed himself back against Iain's hand. "Don't be afraid to squeeze. I'm built like farmer, you don't gotta worry about hurting me. That's what I wanted to tell you earlier." He whispered in between kisses. He placed his hands in his hair and fought his tongue against his.

Cypress moaned against his lips and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He sat up on Iain's waist and placed his hands on Iain's chest. He looked down at Iain was a dreamy look on his face. "You make my mind spin." He told him with a light chuckle. "Um, you can squeeze tighter." He whispered. "I won't hurt me."

Cypress groaned before slowly laying down on his stomach. He placed his hands on either side of Iain's head and went back to kiss him. He loved the way their lips felt against one another. How Iain's hands squeeze and the way his breath smile. Cypress kissed him harder, more intimately. This was everything Cypress could ever hope for in a guy.

Cypress quickly followed Iain's lead and took off his shirt. He moved his hands down his belt buckle and slowly start to undo it. His eyes looked up at Iain's with a small smile on his face. "...Can I, Iain?"

Cypress nodded his head and unbuckled his belt, then slowly unzipped his zipper. With a deep breath, he reached inside Iain's pants. His heart was going a mile a minute. With a smile, Cypress lowered his head...

The son of Demeter wiped the corner of his mouth and came to lay down beside Iain, burying his face into his boyfriend's armpit. "...That's the second time I did that for you in less than twenty-four hours." He chuckled nervously. and glanced up at Iain. "I rarely do that, I swear." He nuzzled his face deeper and sighed. "...How was it?"

 Cypress smiled and hugged Iain close to his body. "I love making you happy, baby. I love making your breath pick up." He whispered against his pale skin. He tightened his grip on Iain's body, rubbing up and down his chest. "...You're such a masterpiece."

 Cypress smiled some and looked into Iain's hazel eyes. "Tomorrow morning, do you want to spend the day together? We can grab breakfast in the mess hall, walk through the strawberry fields, take a nap in the forest, and practice on our powers? Oh! Then maybe lunch again and if you want, we can spend time with Muir?" The son of Demeter rested his hand on Iain's chest. "And you are a masterpiece. Deal with it, warlock."

The son of Demeter thought. "I..-- my mom, I guess. Cypress is a mighty tree that can withstand anything. My skin's like the bark of it, but that's about it." He shrugged his shoulders and turned over onto his stomach with his chin resting on Iain's shoulder. "I dunno. It's not anything really special."

Cypress smirked, shaking his head. "No, no! It was actually pretty good, Iain. I just...we just need to work on your pet names a bit." The son of Demeter chuckled and looked up at Iain. "I remember getting my first real boyfriend. I didn't think I'd get a chance at this again. Well, that's a lie. I just thought it would be a while."

The son of Demeter's smile faded some when eh saw the look on his face. He sat up on his elbows and looked into Iain's hazel eyes. "...Are you...okay?" Cypress asked him even after the kiss. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"