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Cypress blushed and looked down at his lap. Muir was right, it was his job. A job that he wants to do badly. He cleared his throat and looked up at Iain. His eyes did focus on Iain's pants. Now he really wanted too...

Cypress nodded his head and let out a giggle. Yep, Iain was the only person who could bring out his more feminine side. "I liked you a lot, Iain. Uh, remember when I suggested us sparring with our powers, well I decided against it. All I wanna do is lay in your arms and do things." He bit his lip and turned his gaze away with a smile on his face.

"I want to do those things." Cypress moistened his lips "I want to do things bad and I need to control myself. I'm not some crazed love god kid." He shook his head. "Sorry," He stood up with a wide smile on his face. "Sometimes I can get out of hand."

"I know it gets you excited." Cypress smile and looked Iain up and down before standing up. He thought for a moment before wrapping his arms around Iain's and resting his head on his shoulder. "You're amazing, Iain. You really are. I want..." Cypress looked down at the ground as they walked. "I want to be your boyfriend, Iain."

The son of Demeter beamed up at Iain with wide eyes and a happy smile on his face. "Really? Oh, Iain." He nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck and chuckled. "I'm just still in a bit of shock."

Cypress shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, I just thought that a guy like you wouldn't want to get serious like a guy like me. I'm not really that attractive and..." Cypress shook his head. He hated when he got like this. At times he was cynical, but when it came to Iain, he wasn't as cynical to love. "I'm sorry, Iain."

Cypress knew what Iain was saying was true, but ir was hard for him to believe. Iain was the type of guy, in Cypress' mind, to get any guy he wanted. He was the perfect height, had the most mystifying eyes, and his body was covered with magical tattoos. "I...I do see myself how I you see me." Cypress moistened his lips and when they came across the Ares' cabin, he gulped and sped up his walking as if someone inside was just waiting for him to enter.

Cypress buried his face in the side of Iain's body, taking in both his scent and his comfort. The son of Demeter took in a deep breath and slowly looked up at him. His vision was started to clear up, but his right eye was still black and swollen.

Cypress followed him into the cabin and sat down on Iain's bunk. He rubbed his hands together and looked over at Iain. "...I'm sorry. I hope I didn't ruin the moment or anything like that." The son of Demeter whispered in a quiet voice.

Cypress immediately crawled into Iain's arms and rested his forehead on his chest and exhaled sharply. The son of Demeter curled his fingers against his sides. "...Don't let me go, Iain. I don't want you to leave." He whispered, biting his lip.

The son of Demeter closed his eyes shut and took in a few deep breaths before pulling away with a small smile on his face. "Thank you, Iain, for being such a good guy to me." He pecked his lips gently, resting his hands on his chest.

Cypress let out a soft moan. Iain was getting better at kissing. Damn. Cypress pressed his lips further onto Iain's and slowly wrapped his arms around him, gently pulling the taller demigod on top of him.

Cypress moved his hands to either side of his head and opened his mouth widely for Iain's tongue to explore his oral cavity. He slowly spread his legs and took in a deep breath. He wrestled his tongue with his and grinned.