“Vale,” Cyril whispered, his voice trembling.
Vale looked up at him.“Trust me,” he said, his voice low and rough.He needed to know that Cyril trusted him after everything that had happened.
Cyril nodded, his hands moving to grip Vale’s shoulders as Vale continued to explore his body with his lips and hands.Every touch was gentle but deliberate, designed to soothe Cyril and make him feel cherished.
By the time Vale pulled back, Cyril was trembling, his skin flushed and his breathing shaky.Vale cupped his face in his hands again, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone.“Better?”he asked softly.
Cyril nodded, his eyes searching Vale’s face.“Yes, but it’s not enough,” he whispered.
Vale smiled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Cyril’s lips.“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured.
They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence.Then Cyril shifted, his hands moving to the hem of Vale’s t-shirt.“Your turn,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with a shyness that made Vale’s heart swell.Even after the time they’d spent together, sometimes, Cyril was still hesitant and awkward, and it was adorable.
Vale let Cyril pull the t-shirt over his head and toss it aside.Cyril’s hands hesitated for only a second before they began to explore Vale’s chest, his touch tentative.Vale watched him with a soft expression, his hands resting lightly on Cyril’s hips.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Vale said gently.“We’re fine.Everything’s fine.”
Cyril glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at his lips.“I’m not nervous,” he said.“I just wasn’t sure I could still have this at one point.”
Vale caught one of Cyril’s hands and brought it to his lips.“You do have me,” he said, kissing Cyril’s knuckles.“For however long you want me.”
Cyril’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss Vale again, this time with more confidence.Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, as the world outside faded away.For the first time in what felt like forever, Vale felt like he could breathe.Cyril was in his arms, and everything was perfect in Vale’s world.
Vale’s breath caught as Cyril’s fingers trailed over the jagged line of a scar that ran across his chest.The touch was feather-light, as if Cyril was afraid of breaking him.Vale’s skin prickled, a shiver of warmth spreading outward from where Cyril’s fingertips lingered.
“This one,” Cyril murmured, his voice low and contemplative, “how did you get it?”His dark eyes flicked up to meet Vale’s, curiosity mixing with something softer that made Vale’s chest tighten.
“A knife,” Vale replied, his voice rougher than he intended.He didn’t elaborate—he didn’t need to.Cyril’s gaze held his, understanding passing between them without words.Cyril’s lips parted slightly, and for a moment, Vale thought he might speak.Instead, Cyril leaned down, pressing his mouth to the scar in a kiss so tender it made Vale’s breath hitch.
Cyril’s lips moved slowly, following the path of the scar as if he was mapping it.Each kiss was deliberate, almost reverent, and Vale felt exposed in a way he hadn’t in years.His hands twitched at his sides, wanting to reach out to pull Cyril closer, but he held himself still, letting Cyril take the lead.Vale suspected that Cyril needed it after everything.
Cyril’s fingers drifted lower, tracing another mark—this one smaller, a puckered circle just above his hip.“And this?”he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Bullet,” Vale said simply.His voice was strained now, the weight of Cyril’s touch making it hard to think.
Cyril hummed softly, his breath warm against Vale’s skin as he kissed the scar, his tongue flicking out to taste the old wound.Vale’s stomach clenched, a low groan escaping him before he could stop it.
Cyril glanced up at him, a faint smile playing on his lips.“Sensitive?”
Vale finally gave in to the urge to touch his boyfriend.He reached out, tangling his fingers in Cyril’s hair and pulling him up for a kiss.Cyril melted into it, his body pressing against Vale’s as their mouths moved together.Vale’s other hand slid down Cyril’s back, gripping his hip and pulling him even closer until there was no space left between them.
Cyril broke the kiss with a gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly.His eyes were dark with desire, and Vale could feel the heat radiating off him.“I love you,” Cyril murmured.
“I love you, too,” Vale murmured back.
He rolled them over, pinning Cyril under him and capturing his lips again.Cyril moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Vale’s shoulders and down his arms.
Vale’s mouth moved to Cyril’s neck.He nipped at the sensitive skin until Cyril was arching beneath him, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.“Vale,” he whispered, his voice trembling.“Please.”
The plea sent a surge of lust through Vale, and he pulled back just enough to meet Cyril’s gaze.“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
Cyril’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t look away.“You,” he said simply.“Always you.”
Vale’s lips curved into a smile as he leaned down to kiss Cyril again.His hands moved between them, fumbling with Cyril’s pants until he could push them down and out of the way.Cyril gasped as Vale’s hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly but firmly.His hips bucked, seeking more friction, more pressure that Vale was happy to give him.
“I love you,” Vale murmured against Cyril’s lips.He could feel Cyril trembling beneath him, could hear the way his breathing hitched with every stroke.It was intoxicating to know that he had this effect on Cyril—to know that he could unravel him with just a touch and that Cyril was his.
Cyril’s hands clawed at Vale’s back.“Vale,” he said and gasped, his voice breaking on the word.“I need—”
