Ag Ionnsachadh Gàidhlig (p)

Cypress kissed him before slowly rolling over onto his stomach, looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend. He moistened his lips and reached behind him to pull Iain's head to his neck by the beck of his head. "Kiss me..." He whispered in a husky voice.

The African American demigod moaned a bit at the kisses. "T-then wrap your arms around my waist." He added, propping his hips up a bit and biting his lip. Iain was getting better at his kisses.

Cypress let out a whimper and looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend with so much passion in his eyes that would rival an Aphrodite kid. "You...you're not going to hurt me if you want..." He didn't know how to say it and decided to demonstrate it. He roughly pushed back against Iain.

Cypress realized that he would have to explain things to Iain. He didn't want to do it in English and so he attempted to do it in Scottish Gaelic. "Uh," It was hard to think straight for various reasons. "Um, faodaidh sibh dol ... gairbhe." He hoped that made sense.

Cypress shook his head and decided to drop it. "Nothing, nothing. The way you were kissing me was enough." The son of Demeter smiled faintly and slowly turned over on top his stomach before slipping his shirt off.

Cypress immediately sat up and placed his hands on either side of Iain's face and tried to comfort him. "No, no! Iain, you're doing great! Your kisses are amazing and make my seeds sprout." He whispered, slowly bringing his hands to Iain's wrists so that he could pull his hands down away from his face. "Baby, baby look at me." Cypress pecked his lips. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -- you're new to this and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"What? Baby, don't say that! I deserve you!" He didn't want to make Iain feel like he wasn't pleasing his boyfriend in any way. He really cared for Iain and only wanted the best for him. "You're doing great, I promise you are." He rubbed Iain's back. "You're...you're doing so well. You make me tingle in places I forgot I had...okay, maybe not forgetting those places, but..." He tried for a laugh. "I'd rather have you than some son of Aphrodite any day."

When Cypress didn't get a response from his newly declared boyfriend, he got up on his knees and sat back on his haunches. He didn't know what to do other than watch his boyfriend pout. "...I...I met, um," He thought about a way to get Iain's attention. "I...I bet someone elses lips feel better than yours. Maybe I should go out and kiss every guy I see."

Cypress huffed and looked at Iain. "Baby, you're taking this out of...I'm trying to help you, baby. I want you to feel confident about your sexuality and I don't know how to do it. I'm..." Cypress sighed. "I was in your shoes once."

Cypress was taken aback by the kiss, but didn't make a fuss. He let the kisses continue for a while before pulling away to kiss his collarbone. "I-Iain, we have to talk about this." He told him, moistening his lips.

Cypress pulled away fully and studied his face. "Baby, we need to talk about how you feel. How you feel about how you're doing with. It's okay if you're scared and don't know what to do. That's perfectly normal." He comforted.

Cypress looked over him over with a small frown. He didn't know that Iain felt that way and he was glad that he told him. Iain was like him a way. Cypress was also cynical about finding love. "...I know how you feel and I'm not going to invalidate your feelings because I know...I'm sorry you feel that way. Is there any way I can help?"