Enchanted Fruit (p)

The talk about inches had Cypress sweating. He didn't know if the first part was an inndueno or not, but gods he hoped it was. Cypress bit his lip and looked down when Iain touched his neck and started talking to him in that tone of voice. "...Can you say something hot to me in Gaelic? I-it can be anything, just say it..."

The son of Demeter searched Iain's eyes and started to pepper kisses along his collarbone. He too loved the fact that Iain was taller than him. Taller guys were hot to Cypress. "I don't know what you said, but gods," Cypress wrapped his arms around Iain's neck and got up on his tippy toes to kiss Iain. His tongue immediately researched his oral cavity without a care in the world.

Cypress chuckled breathlessly and continued kissing him. He broke away and moved his lips to his neck. They were easier to reach. He the took Iain's hands and slowly moved them down so that they were resting on his ass. "It's okay to squeeze." He whispered in between the peppered kisses.

Cypress whimpered, pressing his forehead against Iain's chest. Gods those lips felt good. Those hands felt good. He slowly lifted his leg a bit so that Iain could get a better grip. The son of Demeter let out a moan and before he could stop himself, he moaned the taller boy's name. "Iain..."

Cypress searched Iain's eyes before reaching up and kissing him again. He didn't want his lips to ever leave his body. The son of Demeter rested his hands on his chest and took in a deep breath. Gods he lo--liked him. Very much.

The son of Demeter turned around and pressed his back against Iain's chest. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back onto his shoulder and smiled contently. He loved being in Iain's arms. He gave his hips a wiggle and chuckled. "I like getting hugged from behind."

Cypress moaned lightly at his kisses. He loved it when Iain whispered in his ear. The son of Demeter laughed breathlessly and bit his lip. "...You can bite my neck too if you want."

Cypress let out a struggled moan and tried to control himself. He tilted his head to the side to give Iain more access to his neck. "Gods, Iain..." He whispered underneath his breath. Cypress couldn't believe what was happening right now. The son of Demeter leaned back onto Iain more and sighed before reaching behind him and playing with Iain's zipper.

Cypress could feel his pulse pick up when the cold air blew against his neck. The son of Demeter slowly unzipped Iain's pants and slipped his fingers inside of the small opening. His breath caught in his throat. "I-Iain, I-I'm sorry." He whispered in a husky voice.

 Cypress quickly turned around to look into Iain's eyes. "Oh, no, you're fine, you're fine! I actually want to try something. I know it's our first date, but, I uh," He moistened his lips. "I just want to show you something." He slowly dropped to his knees and looked up at him. "Do you trust me?"

...Cypress wiped his mouth and sat back on his haunches. He looked up at Iain with dark brown eyes and smiled breathlessly. "So? How...was it?" He asked, biting his lip. Cypress didn't know if this would either scare Iain away or definitely make him stay. The son of Demeter knew that it was most likely the latter.

"I hope me giving you head didn't scare you or anything." The son of Demeter slowly stood up and continued looking at Iain. "I enjoyed it. You taste good." He chuckled and wiped the corner of his mouth.