All Is Hell That Ends With ‘Fair’(Closed ~ One-on-One ~ Rated a possible M)

“You were really brave today, Cyrus. You stood up to Marx. Thank you for that. You’re inspiring me to be better myself.” Marcus beamed, slowly sitting up. “I want to start a life with you, as silly as it sounds and how dumb it is for so early in our relationship. But you make me happy!” He giggled and brushed his fingers along Cyrus’s side. “Want to go take a shower?”

"Yeah, I'm absolutely covered in sweat," Cyrus laughed.
He smiled. "And I agree, you make me so happy… Honestly you've already been so good for me already. I think I'm starting to become stronger because of you."
He slowly stood up.
"Oof," Cyrus murmured, laughing softly to himself at the nice aches and pains that laced through his body.

Marcus laughed with him, looking down at his own sweat slicked body. “Me too, it’s a little gross.”

Stronger. Marcus liked that word. It made him feel good inside, as if someone had took pure sunshine and pumped it into his soul. “I’m stronger with you. You empower me. I will lift you up with the strength you give me.” He promised firmly, offering his hand as Cyrus stood.

“Let me help you. I didn’t hurt you too bad did I? I might have been a little rough.”

Cyrus smiled.
"Nah, I'm alright," Cyrus laughed, "I'm not really used to it, is all. You were great."
He took Marcus' hand anyway to help him stand up. Cyrus leaned forwards to kiss the other.

“Does it hurt?” He asked again, his concerned expression falling from his face the second he was kissed. He laughed, smiling at Cyrus as he led the other into the bathroom. The shower was started, but Marcus turned to the other male while he waited for the water to warm.
“I have a bit of an awkward question… do you prefer to be bottom or top in a relationship? Or do you switch?”

"A little," Cyrus said, "I've been fucked up a lot worse, though."
He brushed a hand up against Marcus' back.
"I'm a switch," he replied, "I usually top because that's what most of my partners expect of me, though. But again, that's just the expectation."

“Please let me know if I ever hurt you. I want to make sure I do this right.”
Marcus shivered at the touch, leaning closer to the other with a small smile.
“I’ve never gotten the chance to experiment and find out what I am. I’ve been trained to be extremely submissive but I want to try new and different things safely with someone I love. So I’m glad I got to try something new with you today.”

"Of course," Cyrus said, "Nothing really hurt while we were doing it. I just sometimes get a bit sore after a while, is all. So don't worry about that. I think a lot of it is getting used to it on my part."
He smiled back and held Marcus' arm.
"And look, I'm more than glad to try new things with you. Experimenting can be fun when you have a safe environment to do it in. So just give me the word, and I'll probably be down to try whatever you want."

“That makes sense. I had to get used to it too.” He ran his fingers through Cyrus’s hair, bringing him closer so he could hug him.
“A-alright. I’d like to try topping more… if that’s okay with you.”

“I’d like that,” Cyrus agreed, hugging Marcus back.
“Hey, is the water warm enough?”
He rubbed Marcus’ back, then pulled away to let him finish setting things up.

Marcus blinked, turning to look at the shower. He had forgotten about it already.
“Oh, let me check.” He reached into the stream, sighing gently. “Yeah, it’s warm enough, ready to get in?”

Cyrus nodded, watching the stream of water. He kissed Marcus one more time and motioned for Marcus to go ahead of him, after hugging him around the waist and planting a few gentle kisses down his spine.

He stepped into the shower, bringing Cyrus with him. It was warm and felt good on his cold skin.

Marcus shivered softly at the kisses, smiling happily at the other as he let the warm water wash down his body. “How do you have such an attractive everything?” He asked with a soft laugh.

Cyrus grinned.
"I don't, but… I'm glad you think so," he replied.
His eyes scanned over Marcus' body time and time again. It was so beautiful to him, despite every scar and imperfection. In fact, those made Cyrus fall in love with him more.
Some of the water splashed over to where he was, making the edges of his hair wet, and causing them to stick to his forehead.

Marcus turned around to wrap his arms around Cyrus, beaming as he pressed their lips together in a quick kiss.
“You are to me, love. You’re so attractive it hurts.”

Cyrus kissed back, his heart fluttering inside his chest. He traced some of the scars on Marcus' body.
"You are too," he cooed, "Like… my god… Every little curve, every scar, every imperfection… they're absolutely perfect to me."

Marcus closed his eyes, rumbling in delight at the touch of the other.
“You don’t understand how much that means to me, Cyrus.” He pushed his face against the other’s neck, nuzzling him softly.

“Well, it’s the truth,” Cyrus replied.
He moved under the water, letting it run through his hair and over his skin. His dark hair flattened against his head, and strands got into his eyes.

Marcus watched him with a smile, reaching out to run his hands down the other’s sides, kissing the side of his head despite the water flowing into his face.

“Would it… um… would it be okay if I washed your hair for you?” Cyrus asked, his eyes closed as the water flowed over them.

“Of course. I wouldn’t mind.” He replied softly, lowering his head for the other already. “Fair warning, my curls are hard to deal with.” He laughed softly, remembering all the times his hair wouldn’t listen to him.

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” Cyrus laughed, gesturing at his own hair.”
Cyrus turned to grab some shampoo, and he gently massaged it into the other’s hair, working it into his scalp. It felt so perfectly intimate… he let out a happy sigh.

Marcus relaxed into the touch, humming happily as he let the other wash his hair.
“You should let me wash your hair after you’re done with mine. I want to help you too.”

Cyrus nodded.
"That sounds nice," he replied softly as he kept working.
He finished and rinsed the soap off his hands, then put one hand over Marcus' waist.

Marcus kissed Cyrus softly, muttering a ‘thank you’ as he picked up the shampoo.
He started slowly massaging the soap into the other’s hair, massaging his scalp with a gentle care.

Cyrus let out soft, content laughter as Marcus worked his hands through his hair.
"That feels nice," he said, his eyes closed.
He brushed up as close as he could to Marcus without washing out the shampoo yet, and without getting in his way.

He smiled wider, taking a tiny step towards Cyrus to help the other brush closer. His hands worked the soap into thick bubbles, carefully wiping it away from the other’s eyes when it tried to blind the other.
“Does it feel good? Are you comfortable,”

"Yeah, absolutely!" Cyrus replied, leaning into Marcus' hands, "Heh… I'm really happy right now…"
A slight flush passed over his face.
"How about you, love?"

“I’m extremely happy. I feel warm and safe here. It’s nice.” He carefully pulled Cyrus under the spray of warm water, rinsing the soap from his hair.
“There, how does that feel? Better?”

“For sure,” Cyrus said, “I felt disgusting.”
He let the water run through his hair, rinsing the shampoo out. He reached for the bar of soap, got some, and passed it to Marcus.