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Cirrus Loves being in Skylar’s home. He loves the home cooked meals, how the family gathers together around their small table to enjoy the food with one another. The effortless conversations they have. The harmless bickering between siblings.
And how Skylar's mother will knock on his door and actually wait for her son to grant her permission to enter. Just to drop off a snack for the studying boys to enjoy.
But most of all he loves Skylar's bed. Sure it's less than half the size of his own. But it's somehow twice as comfortable. With its sweet smell of cheap laundry detergent, and another more subtle scent that is so undeniably Skylar.
Laying on said bed, Cirrus lets the minutes quietly pass by. Lightly tracing a finger over the curled lines of the wooden bedframe to keep himself from dying of boredom. He got tired of studying for finals an hour ago. And Skylar being Skylar has stayed focused, refusing to even look up from his papers when Cirrus tries to get his attention.
He hears the squeak of Skylar's chair being pushed back, signaling that his eyes have finally gotten too tired for him to push on any longer. Cirrus waits for a few long moments, fully expecting Skylar to kick him out of his room. by telling him it's gotten late and he needs to go home so they can get enough sleep for school tomorrow.
Only for the room to stay eerily silent, with only the soft hum of Skylar’s laptop disturbing the peace. Cirrus turns his gaze to Skylar. Whos sitting with his body half turned to Cirrus, his hand clenching the back of the chair. He's staring Cirrus down with a look the older can’t quite pinpoint.
“You good?” Cirrus chuckles nervously, unsure whether he should be amused by or scared of the look he's being given.
“They're not coming home till Sunday” Skylar states, the words sounding oddly flat as though he's forcing his voice to be steady. “They’re staying at my grandparents”
Cirrus blinks briefly remembering how they had passed by Skylar’s mom and sister at the entrance of the building earlier today, but he hadn't thought twice about the duffle bags they were carrying.
“So?”
“So?” Skylar echoes, looking at Cirrus like he's missed something obvious, “we are alone”.
“Oh,” Cirrus hums, feeling his face getting hot. Well that's definitely not what Cirrus had expected him to say. Their eyes meet and Cirrus is suddenly all too aware of the tension held in their unspoken words.
Their gonna fuck…like for real…holy shit.
Cirrus stares in awe as Skylar pushes himself off the chair, and slowly walks the few steps over to Cirrus on the bed. Sitting down with the curve of his back lightly pressed against the side of Cirrus’s hip.
Sitting up in the bed, Cirrus burrows his face into the croke of Skylar's neck, taking in a deep breath, smelling the younger's sweet scent. Smirking
against the hot skin when Skylar’s body shivers against his.
Cirrus pulls back, eyeing Skylar's face. It’s cute how he's trying to keep a calm demeanor, but the hot blush spread across his face gives him away.
It’s easy for Cirrus to lean into Skylar. Feeling his body lean into him, their lips pressing together. Mouths opening under one another.
They’ve kissed before, Dozens of times. Ranging from small pecks in abandoned classrooms, to full on making out on this very bed. But that is as far as it’s ever gone. Skylar always shutting things down when they start to get too heated. All with good reason as his mother is usually home. With only a thin wall separating her from what's happening in this room.
Pushing Skylar onto the bed, Cirrus moves to straddle the younger, hovering over him with his hands bracketing Skylar's head. Hot breaths racing across each other's faces.
Cirrus brings a finger under Skylars chin, tilting his head up, granting himself access to the soft skin of Skylar's throat. He dives in, Dragging his tongue across hot salty skin, lightly nipping at the younger’s Addams apple, smiling at the little noise he gets in response. He wants nothing more than to dig his teeth in, to leave his mark on the pale skin. But sadly Skylar would probably murder him if he even dared to attempt that.
It’s easy to slip the tips of his fingers under the hem of Skylar's Jeans, feeling the fine line of hair trailing up his stomach.
“Can I?” Cirrus asks, finger on the button on Skylar’s pants.
Skylar silently nods, face beet red, his eyes fixed on Cirrus refusing to look away as the older undoes his pants, lightly tugging the fabric away.
Skylar is hot and heavy in his hand. Cirrus warraly moves his hand across the younger sensitive skin, praying he likes the same dry drag Cirrus dose.
Cirrus rests his forehead against Skylar’s. Eyes falling shut so he can focus on what little reactions he gets out of the younger. Which isn't a lot as Skylar is awfully tense, holding his body deadly still as Cirrus moves his hand up and down his length. Teeth digging into his bottom lip to keep himself quiet.
It only takes a few minutes of this before Skylar lets out a little whimper, spilling out into Cirrus hand.
Cirrus pulls back, curiously eyeing the warm white liquid covering his palm.
“Fuck, i don’t have any tissues in here,” Skylar pants, pushing Cirrus off of him so he can get off the bed and rush towards the door. “I’ll go get a cloth, don’t wipe that shit on my bed” He warns.
Cirrus laughs as the younger dashes out of the room. He falls back onto the bed. Sliding his fingers against one another. Feeling the silky liquid spread across his hand. Maybe it’s just his imagination but it feels… slimier? Then his own.
Curious Cirrus brings two fingers to his lips, daring to take a lick.
It’s not good, it’s pretty bad actually. Tasting like salt water, with a hint of something far worse.
Feeling eyes on him. Cirrus looks to the doorway and sees Skylar, frozen in place, mouth hanging open, face flushed.
Letting his intrusive thoughts win, Cirrus slides two fingers deep into his mouth. Forcing away any sign of disgust from his face, instead faining enjoyment.
Skylar reacts as if he's been slapped, stumbling back, shaking in place, holding on to the cloth in his hand for dear life.
This lasts all of five seconds before Skylar composes himself, and steps forward into the room.
“Are you going to need the cloth?”
Pulling his fingers out out of his mouth with a pop, “yeah” Cirrus mutter, smiling, “you don't taste that good”
Skylar whips the cloth at Cirrus and the older laughs when the wet fabric hits his face, stinging a little. Skylar ran it under warm water for him. Cute.
Cirrus quickly wipes the cum off his fingers, tossing the cloth to the floor with a thud, fully expecting Skylar to reprimand him for the action, but the younger stays quiet, arms crossed leaning against the door frame.
“Sit on the edge of the bed”
Swinging his legs off the bed Cirrus places his hands behind him leaning back. watching closely as Skylar takes a deep breath and walks over to him. Cirrus’s eyes flutter shut when Skylar brings a hand up to his forehead, gently pushing the hair away from the olders eyes.
“Your eyes turn really pink when you're turned on,” Skylar comments, “Did you know that?”
“I don't look in the mirror when I'm getting myself off,” Cirrus jokes, earning a chuckle from the younger.
Skylar pulls off his glasses flipping them around to gently slip them onto Cirrus’s face. Then he falls to his knees, between the older parted tights. “Don't pull my hair.”
Cirrus is speechless as Skylar quickly undoes his fly, pulling the olders cock out of his pants with unsteady hands. Skylar's nervousness has been clear as day in every action he has taken over these last few minutes. But it comes to a head as he stares down at Cirrus, taking a few deep shaky breaths before bending down, taking the tip of the olders cock into his mouth.
Cirrus grits his teeth as Skylars tongue slowly licks over the head, lightly digging into the slit before pulling away so Skylar can take him further into his mouth.
Skylar is inexperienced and it shows. He struggles to keep his teeth held behind his lips, he can’t take Cirrus more then half way without gagging, forcing him to pull back.
But it’s good. Easily the best head Cirrus has ever received. Not that that's even a competition though. It’s good because it’s Skylar, his awkwardly beautiful. Kinda-sorta boyfriend, who is so clearly trying his best. It’s just…cute.
Cirris whispers a warning when he gets close, fully expecting Skylar to pull off to finish him with just his hand. But the younger seems set on surprising him today and keeps at it . Holding his head down on him even as the Cirrus cums in his mouth.
Skylar pulls off, sitting back on his ankles, surprising Cirrus once again when he holds the back of his hand to his mouth, forcing himself to swallow. Browse furling in disgust as he does
“You're right it doesn't taste good,” Skylar mutters. Standing up, pushing Cirrus’s back onto the bed. moving to straddle him. Leaning down, pressing their lips together, pushing his tongue into the olders mouth. Making Cirrus cringe as he tastes himself on Skylar's tongue.
Skylar breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on Cirrus’s shoulder, letting his body melt into the olders.
Cirrus smiles, pulling up the back of Skylar's shirt so he can trace his fingers over the hot skin of Skylar's back.
They have four more days of this.