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Originally Posted by alphypoin

A few years ago, if you asked Kyran what love was, he would laugh in your face and say a stupid answer. If you asked him the same question now, he would stop, think, then start giggling uncontrollably. He would say it's coffee shops and cliffsides. He would say it's awkward tension and a fluffy white dog. He would say the sunset and totally not platonic hand holding. He would say dark freckles on pale skin and a stuttering voice thick with an Australian accent. He would say awkward bedsharing and a kiss where your teeth clicked with the other person's and made you dizzy. He would say all of that and more. Because that's what his love with Casper is made of. It's made of anxiety and fear and awkward moments, but it's also made of happiness and passion and giggles with snorts mixed in them. It's measuring the cliff side and taking a running start to take the plunge. It's anticipation and bad history and thick accents. It's his sort of love. It's his perfection. It's Casper.

For a long time, Kyran stood there with Casper, in his arms. He liked it. He was so in love, he'd fallen so far. He took the plunge and it was worth it. He was so scared, but now it was worth it. He pulled away a moment, just to look down at Casper with the stupidest, cheesiest grin to ever grace his face. He couldn't help it. Kyran was what you'd call something of a hopeless romantic. He crouched a moment to pick Cas up with a huff, taking a few steps back, gently buckling his knees and falling backwards onto the couch with another helpless giggle, pushing himself up so that all of him was laying on the couch. He yawned. He was still wearing his day clothes and he needed a shower but he was tired. He felt like he'd run a marathon. He ran a hand softly through Casper's dark curls, placing a kiss on his head and laying his head back on the couch. Everything was okay.

It felt nice to be in his arm.He felt warm all over and could stay like this forever. He didnt think about work or how late it was and the drive home, all he thought about was Kyran. His eyes widen when being lifted, sputtering,"Wait what are you-" and then landing on the couch, perfectly ontop of Kyran. His face flushed red for the millionth time. He giggled along with him, giving a smile that showed all of his teeth. He rested his arms on either side of Kyrans head which was holding him up. Now he really felt warm, flustered even. He closed his eyes at the feeling of hands being run through his hair. Casper had been so scared of love after Highschool. he thought it didnt exist. Especially after his parents divorced he was always sketchy. He felt he was always on guard, pushing people away when he felt remote attraction to them because he was scared of the risk of losing them. To risk loving again. But with Kyran; he had no guard. He had nothing holding him back, it had been so long he forgot how good it felt. He didnt have the need to push him away, he didnt want to anyway. He needed him. They needed eachother. It was so unfamiliar to receive little kisses and touches like this. So to make up for the time he had lost, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead,"Youre such a dork,"he pressed another kiss to his temple where his eyes squinted and his crows feet would show,"but I like you anyway," he pressed another kiss to the side of his mouth, "you and your cute laughs and snorts." He was close to his lips again. Her felt nervous. But it washed away when he realized this was Kyran, you know, the guy he made out with moments before. he chuckled internally at the thought. His face grew more sincere as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "And I..." he hesitated,".. love you."

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Originally Posted by woly

It felt nice to be in his arm.He felt warm all over and could stay like this forever. He didnt think about work or how late it was and the drive home, all he thought about was Kyran. His eyes widen when being lifted, sputtering,"Wait what are you-" and then landing on the couch, perfectly ontop of Kyran. His face flushed red for the millionth time. He giggled along with him, giving a smile that showed all of his teeth. He rested his arms on either side of Kyrans head which was holding him up. Now he really felt warm, flustered even. He closed his eyes at the feeling of hands being run through his hair. Casper had been so scared of love after Highschool. he thought it didnt exist. Especially after his parents divorced he was always sketchy. He felt he was always on guard, pushing people away when he felt remote attraction to them because he was scared of the risk of losing them. To risk loving again. But with Kyran; he had no guard. He had nothing holding him back, it had been so long he forgot how good it felt. He didnt have the need to push him away, he didnt want to anyway. He needed him. They needed eachother. It was so unfamiliar to receive little kisses and touches like this. So to make up for the time he had lost, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead,"Youre such a dork,"he pressed another kiss to his temple where his eyes squinted and his crows feet would show,"but I like you anyway," he pressed another kiss to the side of his mouth, "you and your cute laughs and snorts." He was close to his lips again. Her felt nervous. But it washed away when he realized this was Kyran, you know, the guy he made out with moments before. he chuckled internally at the thought. His face grew more sincere as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "And I love you."

Kyran snorted, he couldn't help it. It was also ridiculous to him. He'd spent so much time trying to impress the guy, so much time wondering when he'd call him, so much time stressing himself over if he liked him or not, and all he had to do was kiss the guy to find out. It was pretty hysterical and he had no idea why. It was just so complicated at first, but it was like an intricate knot, so confusing but all you have to do is pull the right end and it all comes apart. If he was honest, that's probably his favourite part about the whole thing. He knew next to nothing about the guy, but he loved him. He'd work on that. He kept brushing Casper's hair with his hand. He was giggling about all his stupid compliments until he got to the last words. Three of them. Three simple words that made Kyran's heart stop, or at least skip a beat. He couldn't help himself when his stupid big grin was plastered across his face again. That's what he had been trying to say outside, both times, but he couldn't get it out, the words simply lost to him. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to his head.

"Te amo. Yo también te amo."

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

Kyran snorted, he couldn't help it. It was also ridiculous to him. He'd spent so much time trying to impress the guy, so much time wondering when he'd call him, so much time stressing himself over if he liked him or not, and all he had to do was kiss the guy to find out. It was pretty hysterical and he had no idea why. It was just so complicated at first, but it was like an intricate knot, so confusing but all you have to do is pull the right end and it all comes apart. If he was honest, that's probably his favourite part about the whole thing. He knew next to nothing about the guy, but he loved him. He'd work on that. He kept brushing Casper's hair with his hand. He was giggling about all his stupid compliments until he got to the last words. Three of them. Three simple words that made Kyran's heart stop, or at least skip a beat. He couldn't help himself when his stupid big grin was plastered across his face again. That's what he had been trying to say outside, both times, but he couldn't get it out, the words simply lost to him. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to his head.

"Te amo. Yo también te amo."

He met him not that long ago, sure. But. He couldnt deny how he felt about Kyran, no matter how long they have known eachother. He loved him. And as they moved forward he would find more things to love about him. He rested his forehead against Kys and closed his eyes, sighing softly. I was late. He knew he had to go. And Kyran had a toddler in the other room, he doubt he wold allow him to spend the night. He let his fingers roam through Kyrans hair aimlessly. "I have to drive home but I dont feel like leaving." Which was true. He wish he didnt live so far away, then he wouldnt have to worry. He wanted to stay laying ontop of Kyran, holding his face in his hands and feelings Kyrans fingers in his hair as they shares soft sweet nothings and kisses until dawn. he wanted to stay in the moment and forget about everything else, like how far it would be to drive home and how he needed to sleep soon. Live in a world with just them.

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Originally Posted by woly

He met him not that long ago, sure. But. He couldnt deny how he felt about Kyran, no matter how long they have known eachother. He loved him. And as they moved forward he would find more things to love about him. He rested his forehead against Kys and closed his eyes, sighing softly. I was late. He knew he had to go. And Kyran had a toddler in the other room, he doubt he wold allow him to spend the night. He let his fingers roam through Kyrans hair aimlessly. "I have to drive home but I dont feel like leaving." Which was true. He wish he didnt live so far away, then he wouldnt have to worry. He wanted to stay laying ontop of Kyran, holding his face in his hands and feelings Kyrans fingers in his hair as they shares soft sweet nothings and kisses until dawn. he wanted to stay in the moment and forget about everything else, like how far it would be to drive home and how he needed to sleep soon. Live in a world with just them.

Kyran hummed, sounding sort of sad. He liked it there. Just the two of them. It was nice. He didn't want Casper to leave. He didn't have to go, did he? Unless he had work, he could stay the night again. There was Fran. What would she think if she saw Casper and him sharing a bed in a probably compromising position? She'd probably clock her head and ask him if Casper was his boyfriend again. Well, Kyran couldn't really deny that. He didn't actually know what they were. He didn't care to ask. He sighed, leaning his head back with a deep sigh.

"You can stay..." He offered quietly, kind of wishing that he would. Really wishing that he would. Praying that he would. He'd never really admit it, but since he shared a bed with Casper, he couldn't sleep the same. The bed felt too big. He was cold. He'd wake up with a lonely space in his chest of not feeling Casper's arms around him or seeing his pretty freckled face in the early morning light.

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

Kyran hummed, sounding sort of sad. He liked it there. Just the two of them. It was nice. He didn't want Casper to leave. He didn't have to go, did he? Unless he had work, he could stay the night again. There was Fran. What would she think if she saw Casper and him sharing a bed in a probably compromising position? She'd probably clock her head and ask him if Casper was his boyfriend again. Well, Kyran couldn't really deny that. He didn't actually know what they were. He didn't care to ask. He sighed, leaning his head back with a deep sigh.

"You can stay..." He offered quietly, kind of wishing that he would. Really wishing that he would. Praying that he would. He'd never really admit it, but since he shared a bed with Casper, he couldn't sleep the same. The bed felt too big. He was cold. He'd wake up with a lonely space in his chest of not feeling Casper's arms around him or seeing his pretty freckled face in the early morning light.

He raised an eyebrow at his offer and smiled, nodding eagerly. "Id love that," he couldnt deny such a pretty face. That means he wouldnt spend his time alone in an empty house tonight. He loved his house, it was small and cozy with hanging plants from the ceiling and his loveable snake Cipher. But the bed was too big. Way to big for him anymore to the point he grew lonely. Cuddling Cipher or pillow could only do you so much until you realize what was wrong. He wasnt with Kyran. Id be so much easier if he lived here at the highrise, getting his own place or even bunking with Carmen till her figured stuff out. hed think about it later, instead focusing his attention on the lovable man under him. He leaned forward again, pressing a kiss to Kyrans nose beofre pulling away entirely, sitting up and shifting to standup to stretch. He gave a yawn, holding out a hand for Kyran to take,"Im pretty tucked out." it had been an emotional roller coaster today. And frankly, Casper just wanted to cuddle close to Ky and sleep.

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Originally Posted by woly

He raised an eyebrow at his offer and smiled, nodding eagerly. "Id love that," he couldnt deny such a pretty face. That means he wouldnt spend his time alone in an empty house tonight. He loved his house, it was small and cozy with hanging plants from the ceiling and his loveable snake Cipher. But the bed was too big. Way to big for him anymore to the point he grew lonely. Cuddling Cipher or pillow could only do you so much until you realize what was wrong. He wasnt with Kyran. Id be so much easier if he lived here at the highrise, getting his own place or even bunking with Carmen till her figured stuff out. hed think about it later, instead focusing his attention on the lovable man under him. He leaned forward again, pressing a kiss to Kyrans nose beofre pulling away entirely, sitting up and shifting to standup to stretch. He gave a yawn, holding out a hand for Kyran to take,"Im pretty tucked out." it had been an emotional roller coaster today. And frankly, Casper just wanted to cuddle close to Ky and sleep.

Kyran huffed, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, effectively making it a mess of brown, the paste he used making it stay slicked back a bit, obviously run its course for the day. He was tired. It had been so emotional that evening. He earned a rest. He smiled, taking Casper's hand as he stood up, walking the both of them down the hall, hand in hand. Stopping at the door, he carefully turned the knob completely, inching open the door silently. Fuego was sleeping by Fran, who was pretty heavily asleep, making soft breathing noises as she slept. He turned to Casper and pressed a finger to his own lips, leading him in and silently closing the door behind him, immediately unbuttoning his shirt once the door clicked, just sliding off the dress shirt and not bothering to change out of the used undershirt. He changed from his dress pants into shorts, stifling a yawn as he dug directed Casper to the top shelf of his drawers.

'Sleeping clothes,' He mouthed, patting him on the shoulder and quietly crawling onto the checkered bed.

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

Kyran huffed, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, effectively making it a mess of brown, the paste he used making it stay slicked back a bit, obviously run its course for the day. He was tired. It had been so emotional that evening. He earned a rest. He smiled, taking Casper's hand as he stood up, walking the both of them down the hall, hand in hand. Stopping at the door, he carefully turned the knob completely, inching open the door silently. Fuego was sleeping by Fran, who was pretty heavily asleep, making soft breathing noises as she slept. He turned to Casper and pressed a finger to his own lips, leading him in and silently closing the door behind him, immediately unbuttoning his shirt once the door clicked, just sliding off the dress shirt and not bothering to change out of the used undershirt. He changed from his dress pants into shorts, stifling a yawn as he dug directed Casper to the top shelf of his drawers.

'Sleeping clothes,' He mouthed, patting him on the shoulder and quietly crawling onto the checkered bed.

Looking at the drawers he nodded. He gave another small yawn, opening the drawer and looking through them. He found a large hoodie and shorts himself, slipping his own clothes off, folding them, and putting them on the dresser before slipping on Kyrans baggy ones on. He immediately felt way more comfortable in his clothes. He pulled the eye contacts case out of his pocket and took his contacts out, the dark room becoming more blurry. He slipped into the bed along side him. He was sleepy and in love, slipping into the bed and getting under the covers with a tired smile. He inched his arms around Kyrans waist again, pulling him closer as he buried his face in his neck and giving a soft hum and closing his eyes when comfortable.

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Originally Posted by woly

Looking at the drawers he nodded. He gave another small yawn, opening the drawer and looking through them. He found a large hoodie and shorts himself, slipping his own clothes off, folding them, and putting them on the dresser before slipping on Kyrans baggy ones on. He immediately felt way more comfortable in his clothes. He pulled the eye contacts case out of his pocket and took his contacts out, the dark room becoming more blurry. He slipped into the bed along side him. He was sleepy and in love, slipping into the bed and getting under the covers with a tired smile. He inched his arms around Kyrans waist again, pulling him closer as he buried his face in his neck and giving a soft hum and closing his eyes when comfortable.

There was a soft, contented sigh and Kyran put an arm around Casper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, mumbling something unintelligible, fingers dancing lazily in the boy's hair as sleep took him. He was warm and happy and in love and everything was perfect. He could probably take off work the next day if Casper wanted to stay longer than a few moments after they woke up. He wanted to. He didn't even know if Casper was free tomorrow, he just sort of assumed that he didn't have anything to do because he wanted to stay over.

Starlight filtered through the blinds, silver cascading over the both of them. It was like the stars were blessing them kissing their skin and binding them close. Soon Kyran was holding Casper around the waist, face in his hair, lips on the nape of his neck. Although Cas was wearing his clothes, he had his own distinctive smell that, if he were awake, he'd probably describe as home. This was love. To him, along with everything else, this was love.

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Originally Posted by alphypoin

There was a soft, contented sigh and Kyran put an arm around Casper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, mumbling something unintelligible, fingers dancing lazily in the boy's hair as sleep took him. He was warm and happy and in love and everything was perfect. He could probably take off work the next day if Casper wanted to stay longer than a few moments after they woke up. He wanted to. He didn't even know if Casper was free tomorrow, he just sort of assumed that he didn't have anything to do because he wanted to stay over.

Starlight filtered through the blinds, silver cascading over the both of them. It was like the stars were blessing them kissing their skin and binding them close. Soon Kyran was holding Casper around the waist, face in his hair, lips on the nape of his neck. Although Cas was wearing his clothes, he had his own distinctive smell that, if he were awake, he'd probably describe as home. This was love. To him, along with everything else, this was love.

When he woke he felt colder. Not the warmth he had felt when he first fell asleep. No hands around his waist, no kisses to his shoulder, no one holding him. He opened his eyes, blurry without his glasses or contacts. He sat up, bed head making his hair frizzy has he groggily looked around the room. He asked himself a few questions. Right, he was at Kyrans house. He spent the night. They kissed. They cuddled and went to sleep. No work to rush to, he had nothing to do that day. He sat for a moment, eyes adjusting to the morning light. It looks like he slept in a bit, though he was very confused to why the bed was empty. Usually Casper would wake easily feeling Kyran moving or something. Maybe he was such in a rush for work he had to go? He sighed, setting up and stretching, walking slowly as he didnt have any contacts in. It wasnt to blurry, but blurry enough that he was cautious. He walked out of the room and down the hallway emitting a large yawn.

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Originally Posted by woly

When he woke he felt colder. Not the warmth he had felt when he first fell asleep. No hands around his waist, no kisses to his shoulder, no one holding him. He opened his eyes, blurry without his glasses or contacts. He sat up, bed head making his hair frizzy has he groggily looked around the room. He asked himself a few questions. Right, he was at Kyrans house. He spent the night. They kissed. They cuddled and went to sleep. No work to rush to, he had nothing to do that day. He sat for a moment, eyes adjusting to the morning light. It looks like he slept in a bit, though he was very confused to why the bed was empty. Usually Casper would wake easily feeling Kyran moving or something. Maybe he was such in a rush for work he had to go? He sighed, setting up and stretching, walking slowly as he didnt have any contacts in. It wasnt to blurry, but blurry enough that he was cautious. He walked out of the room and down the hallway emitting a large yawn.

Kyran had called in early that morning, told his good second in command that he couldn't be at work, he was busy with 'other things', so he was good for sleeping in. And he had, like an hour or two. He had gotten out of bed carefully, not to wake Casper or Fran. He took a shower, dressed for a lazy day, and made himself breakfast. Pancakes and bacon. American style, but amazing. He sat at the kitchen island, a laptop open next to him, a plate of pancakes and bacon on the other side. His hair was still slightly damp, unstyled. Usually, he straightened it a bit with a wave, making it look natural, but his hair was actually extremely wavy and messy when freshly washed. It hung over his face as he scrolled through his socials, mindlessly eating the breakfast he made. Of course, he made breakfast for Casper and Fran too, sitting on the cooled stove under a cover to keep them warm.

He dressed in a fluffy white sweater that hung low around his neck, showing his collar bone and a little further, the bottom well past his waist, the sleeves hanging well over his knuckles. He wore sweatpants and fluffy socks, thick reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them sometimes, but only when he used computers or his phone, mostly when he was working.