NOT MY USUAL POST BUT IF YOU DO READ THIS ILYYYYYY!!
Quick summary: Two of my oc’s just being fluffy together :3 some sexual content but I’ve kept it simple and limited. I’ll even show art(art by me ofc)so you can get an idea of what they look like. IK ITS UNFINISHED SLSHSHJ. Please just enjoy my babies, I love them🙂↕️
It wasn’t often the two got alone time like tonight. When they did, they made sure to take advantage of it. The first to enter the shared room is Amor, who pushes it wide open, dragging Sicarius from behind. Both of their heavy breathing mingles, caught between Amor’s breathless giggles.
“Let’s make the most of tonight.” He breathes out as he kicks his shoes off and flicks his strawberry blonde hair to the side.
Sicarius nods quietly, reaching down to pull away his shirt. Amor’s eyes rake over the body across from him, muscly, and scarred skin begging to be touched.
Sicarius lets out a soft gasp as his skin is attacked from below with open mouthed kisses. “Fast.” He comments as his arms hang helplessly.
Amor glanced up and caught his gaze. “Want me to slow down?” He asks as he pulls back. Sicarius hesitates before nodding.
“Sorry.” He mumbles before scratching his own cheek. Amor only shakes his head in response. “You know I don’t care. Stop apologizing for your boundaries.”
Boundaries. The word was unfamiliar to Sicarius. Not only because, he lived in a world that didn’t respect his, but also because of his poor vocabulary.
“Right..boundaries.” Sicarius meekly responds as he tries to meet Amor’s eyes.
Amor only smiles and tilts his head. “How about..you hold me first? Or would you rather I hold you?” He chuckles.
Sicarius nods before realizing he didn’t answer. “Uh yes…I can hold you.” He quickly says before awkwardly spreading his arms out. Then he remembers what Amor taught him and walks over. He envelops his lover with his arms and squeezed gently.
Amor smiles and leans into the gesture. Sicarius enjoys holding Amor like this, the feel of his lover’s soft body, plush and fat. He’d never say he had a type, he was too closed off for that. Amor was his type, that’s what he would say.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight.” Amor finally says. “I don’t mind cuddling.”
Sicarius pulls back and stares at Amor before he kneels and scoops the man up in his arms, hoisting him up with ease. A laugh escapes Amor as he’s walked to the bedroom.
“My man of few words…” he teased into Sicarius’ ear. Sicarius doesn’t seem fazed but the flush across his freckled cheeks clues Amor in.
Amor falls back against the bed and watches as Sicarius stands at the foot of the bed.
“You know I’m teasing.” Amor hums softly. Sicarius nods and begins to climb over, crawling his large body toward his lover.
For a moment, Sicarius hovers over Amor, and the two just stare. Both stunned.
Amor, who was loving, came from a loving father, grew up in a loving environment and lived to foster a career with the same passion. In his own words, Amor, would say he’s a singer. In others words, a pop star.
Sicarius, an orphan, trained to hold a knife before he learned his first words. How many had he killed before they met? Neither knew.
What kept them here and now was the possibility that two people so different from each other could be in love. In love, not lust. Sicarius wasn’t so superficial to care about the curve of Amor or how dazzling he looked whether on or off stage. And Amor, it wasn’t the tall stature or rippling muscles that caught his eye, it was that quiet kindness.
Then a twitch of Sicarius’ lips, a small insignificant smile he only let slip when he was with Amor.
“I really wish you would smile more.” Amor whispers as his hands cup the other’s face.
Red eyes flick away for a moment before Sicarius responds. “Not easy.” He mumbles. “Only you make me smile.”
Amor can’t help the grin that spreads across his lips when he hears that. “That is so not true!” He scoffs. “I’ve seen Coco get a chuckle out of you a couple times.”
“One time.” He shoots back.
Now the two are laughing and tangled in each other. That’s when they roll over and now Amor is spooning Sicarius.
“I wish I was more like..you.” Sicarius suddenly speaks. “You do not…don’t..sorry..hide how you feel.”
There’s a pause before Amor tugs at the other man’s shoulder to face him. Face to face, Amor’s brows are furrowed.
“What? You don’t have to be like me. I told you.” He says while running his fingers into dark brown locks, rolling the red dyed tips between his thumb and index finger.
“I know, but you are strong.” Sicarius slowly relaxes into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Strong? Me?” Amor snorts into a giggle. “In what way? Cuz from where I stand, you can squish me like a grape.”
Sicarius slowly opens his eyes with furrowed brows. “I will not.” He say firmly. “…You aren’t..scared to be free. That is strong.”
Amor’s emotional intelligence was often praised by everyone but hearing it from Sicarius for some reason meant more. He cherished the praise more.
“Thank you.” He hums quietly, still idly brushing his fingers into his lover’s hair. “You’re strong too, just in a different way. Doesn’t mean it’s good and it doesn’t mean it’s bad. Just different.” He shrugs.
“Different?” Sicarius blinks. “Yes, we are.” He nods. “Not bad.” His lips twitch up into a content smile.
And for a while, the two just laid there and steeped in each others warmth. Before Amor laid his head on Sicarius’ chest, large pecs that had been taut with muscle. Then, he relaxed and the muscles had become the perfect pillow.
“I’m not ready for tomorrow.” A sigh slips past Amor’s pouted lips. “I hate seeing you get hurt..well any of you.”
Sicarius tilts his head down and plants a firm kiss on top of Amor’s head. “I know.” He breathes out. “I can fight. You don’t have to worry.”
There’s a moment of silence, a wave of thickness in the air. The low hum of the fan above them accompanies the silence.
“Just because I can heal, and just because you can fight doesn’t mean I can’t be upset about it. Why us? Why can’t someone else…” Amor stops himself. “Sorry.” He mumbles, realizing how he sounds, trying to thrust their responsibilities onto someone else. People who’d probably be less experienced than they are.
“I know.” Sicarius responds. “Okay to say..” he nods before sitting up. “I can cover for you. You can go out..sing..smile..have fun.” He shrugs.
Amor holds his gaze and knows immediately he means what he’s saying. “No, no.” He shakes his head quickly and moves to his side and clings. “I need to be by you. I don’t think I could forgive myself if you got hurt…and worse if I wasn’t there to heal you.”
Sicarius looks down at Amor and cracks another smile. “That..it’s okay too.” He nods before pulling Amor closer.
“Sicarius?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.” He whispers, glancing up and capturing the lips above him.
“Mm…” Sicarius hums lowly as he engages the kiss, trying to purse his lips in the right way. Or was it pout?
When Amor pulls away he’s laughing again. “You’ll get better at it the more we do it.” That gets a huff of air as a response. “Hey! Actually..the way your lips are now are perfect!”
Sicarius roughly pins Amor down by his wrists and pressed their lips together. As they kiss, Sicarius bucks his hips against Amor and tries to feel the friction. “It’s a good thing you’re already shirtless.” Amor quips before being silenced by another kiss.
Within the next five minutes, both men lay naked together. Sicarius on his knees as Amor lay on his back, presented to the other. Sicarius then leans down, placing a kiss on Amor’s throat as he sucks at the skin. Drawing out a pitchy moan from his lover. No matter what, he always sounded like he was singing.
Each kiss, suck, bite, trails down further and encourages another sound. When Sicarius placed his teeth between one of Amor’s nipples, he almost skipped an octave or three. Then his hands pushed against Amor’s love handles, cupping them gently as he reached Amor’s genitalia.
“So uhhh…!!” Amor gasps before licking his lips. “Did you want me to use my magic to..” he motions over his penis and hums. “..make it a..clit?”
Sicarius blinks at that. Never once when they did this, did Amor prompt that. And while he knew Amor could alter his body shape,(preferred chubby)he had no idea that this was a possibility. “No. I uh…” His red eyes flicked away and he bit the inside of his cheek. They’ve also never had the conversation of sexuality.
Not like Sicarius had time to consider his sexuality when his adolescence was spent on assassinating. But, he did know for sure he didn’t enjoy women in that way. He tried it, ate some women out with varying degrees of success(which he’d based on how loud they were). None of it appealed in the same way when he was eight inches in a man, or on the reciprocated end of that.
“I like..your..” he feels his face warm as he throws his hands up and grunts. Amor only chuckles and nods.
“You prefer me with a nice stem to pluck my rose from.” He winks. “Got it!” He chirps.
That earns him an eye roll from Sicarius as he begins working his lips around Amor’s erect cock. There’s a gasp, a shudder before Amor relaxes. It’s not long before Amor’s entire length is now in the back of Sicarius’ throat. The action of bobbing and sucking draws out airy, breathy, pitchy moans.
“Ah! Oh..yeah..don’t stop that..mhm..keep going!”
Sicarius suddenly pulls back. “You can’t cum yet. I won’t let you.” He grumbled as he lapped up two fingers with saliva.
“Whaaaat!?” Amor cries out as he drops his head back.
“You can cum when I…” There’s a brief pause, a finding of words. “Make love to you…?” Even he’s unsure if he’s using the term correctly.
Amor only blinks down at him, his cheeks flushed the same pink as the highlights in his hair. “Just fuck me already, I don’t care!”
That caused one beat of hesitation from Sicarius before he nods and presses the head of his dick to Amor’s hole. “I know you said you don’t care…but you need to tell me if it hurts.” He mumbles as he begins rocking back and forth at a steady pace.
“Ohh…fuck!” Amor squeaks out before gritting his teeth. “Babe, I love you, I really do! But right now I want it to hurt!”
Another bout of hesitation coursed through Sicarius. “What..is wrong?” He asks before pulling out. “You never ask me to..”
Amor clenches his fists and breathes out. “Please?” His brows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on Sicarius.
“…No.” Sicarius shakes his head. “I need to know why? Why do you want me to hurt you?”
In the dim light it was hard to see but Sicarius was adept at noticing things most people missed. Wet, puffy, red eyes. Amor was trembling, and it wasn’t from what they’ve been doing so far. Amor was usually good at taking it.
“Fuck..” he whimpers as he covers his face in his palms. “I’m sorry.”
Sicarius scoots over and pulls Amor in. “Tell me.” He says in a low voice, lips hovering over the other’s ear.
“You deserve so much more than to be treated like a release. Or some cheap fuck.” He mumbled before wiping his face. “I’m so…mad. I don’t want to feel this way. I can’t help it.”
Sicarius shakes his head. “Me too. You are not alone.” He murmurs. “You and me have needs. We..help each other…right?”
Amor moves his head to get a better view and smiles before nodding. Sicarius brushed his large hand across and wiped away any leftover tears. He then firmly planted one large palm on Amor’s head and pet him.
“We need to make love.” Sicarius begins. “Not..fuck. Fucking is..empty. No love in it.” He mumbled. “I love you. You need to know that.”
Amor breathes out. “I can tell. You’re the only person that’s…” he sits up properly and pecks his lover’s cheek. “…cared for me like this.” He giggles and adds. “That’s saying a lot, I’ve messed around with lots of people.”
Sicarius quirks his scarred brow at that but doesn’t press further. “Do…you love me too?”
Amor furrows his brows and grabs Sicarius by his face. “Of course I do.” His thumbs pass over the other man’s freckled cheeks.
“Are you okay now?” Sicarius asks.
“Better. I know you say you’re not good at talking but you’re so much better now than when we met.” Amor smiles and the adds. “I wish you’d talk more too. I love understanding what makes you, you.”
Sicarius lets his body fall back and sink into the mattress. “What…makes me..me?” He lets the question hang in the air for a moment. “Different. I am different.”
Amor studies the other man for a moment before he lays beside him. “In the morning…when we shower..I can..” his fingers trace over Sicarius’ semi erect cock. He then parts his lips and grins.
Sicarius nearly jolts up but manages to catch himself. His eyes widened to plate sizes as he understood what was being said. “Oh!” He nods quickly. “Yes!”
