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Cronus Ampora is known for “screwing” around, Kurloz obviously knew that, who didn't? He also knew the exact reason Cronus invited him over, and it wasnt to brade each other's hair. It hasn’t even been a whole month since Kurloz and Meulin broke up. They had a huge fight over how he never said that he loved her as much as she waneted him to. He was never that type of person, wasn't raised to be emotional like she was.
“I want something that will love me the way I love it” she had said, she dumped him and went straight over to Aranea’s house to laugh about it. Of course he knew that is what she did because Aranea told Latula who told Mituna who told him. Now he is on his way to the biggest whore in the neighborhood's house. He knew he should’ve texted him back to say that he couldn’t come. Who the hell wanted to be caught leaving Cronus Ampora's house? No-one, but for once in his life he felt desperate, he wanted to feel needed, to be wanted. And who wanted him more than Cronus.
He walked slowly to Cronus's house, not wanting to seem as desperate as he felt. He made sure to not let anyone know about Cronus texting him and him agreeing. It wouldn't only ruin his reputation, it would strip him of his friends that he tried to hard to keep. He sighed and stopped under a tree near Cronus's house. His heart started to beat fast, knowing he could just turn around and leave it be. But, who the hell wanted that? It's been more than three weeks since he had sex and more than four months since he felt wanted. He moved to the house before he could change his mind.
He reached his doorstep and hesitated an instant. “What the hell am I doing?” he thought. He took a deep breath and knocked, there was some ruffling and something fell in the house. Murming was also heard on the other side of this large black door, a frown spread across kurloz's face. He should have said no, and now it might be too late. A few moments later, the door opened to an out of breath, redfaced Cronus. His hair was messy and his wrinkled shirt was tucked into his unbuttoned pants. His face was sweaty and curly black strands stuck to his forehead, he was breathing hard and fast.
“I didn't know you...were coming so soon” he looked at kurloz, flushed embarrassment.
Kurloz peered around Cronus ever so slightly not to give away his curiosity, and there he was, laying naked on the couch waiting for Cronus to get back, Horuss Zahhak. His eyes widened a little as his breath hitched. Kurloz and Horuss almost dated once back in high school, but it’s been three years since their graduation. That doesn't mean that they weren't sexual together. Now he was fucking a man that kurloz himself came to fuck.
“I’ll come back later if that would better suit your… mood?” Kurloz signed. It took Cronus a minute to figure out what Kurloz’s sign language had said.
It was alot easier before the accident when Kurloz could speak, a shame it was that Kurloz’s beautifully deep voice was ruptured by his nightmare so many years ago. No-one knows what it was about but they do know that he screamed so loud that his voice box burst. They just know he was found trying to scream more, after an hour, though no sound came out. He exhausted himself and ended up falling back to sleep.
“No don’t go… just let me… tidy up” Cronus said before closing the door, he opened it again fast and Kurloz looked at him startled “stay right here, don’t move.” He then slammed the door and Kurloz could hear mumbling and moving around. Kurloz didn't want to wait, he turned and started walking down the stairs then walking down the walkway to the sidewalk.
The door behind him opened again and he turned around to see Horuss leaving casually and Cronus staring at Kurloz with a horrified expression on his face. Cronus didn't mean for Kurloz to see the man he used to fuck during their "study sessions" leave his house. He most definitely didn't mean for Kurloz to know he had been sleeping with anyone else before he got there. Kurloz nodded to Horuss as he walked by then he headed back to Cronus’s house. “I said don’t move” Cronus said still looking at him horrified. “Telling me not to move is like telling you not to fuck anything that has a heartbeat” Kurloz signed back.
He was mad, mad at being jealous that Horuss got here first. He was even madder that he was jealous at all. Cronus looked like Kurloz just smacked him in the face. He then looked down at his feet then back up, his eyes moving slowly up Kurloz’s body until they reached Kurloz’s lips. He wanted nothing more than to kiss them, to see why Meulin and the girls liked it so much. He bit his lip and looked in Kurloz’s dark hazel eyes, he saw himself in his pupils and he shivered. He motioned with a sweeping movement inside the house gesturing for Kurloz to enter.
Kurloz sat exactly where he saw Horuss lay on the old brown couch. He was sickened by the thought but it also pleased him to think he had to work for Cronus’s attention, even if that meant sexually. Hell, he wasn't exactly here for anything but something that was sexual. He wasn't going to kid himself in this, he came for one reason and one reason only, to sleep with Cronus without worrying about the consequences.
Cronus was sitting beside him intertwining his fingers together nervously, he only dreamt about being anywhere near Kurloz and to now have him in his house, on his couch, sitting beside him, was well too much for him. He looked up at Kurloz’s face to see him starring at the couch in repulsion. At that moment Cronus realized that Kurloz must have seen Horuss on the couch, he wondered what more he had saw in that quick moment. He instantly put his hand on Kurloz’s leg looking at him trying to look seductive, not wanting him to see the embarrassment that was clear on his face. taking his mind of of Horuss was his first priority, getting in-between those skeleton skinny jeans was his second.
Kurloz looked up at Cronus and smiled at his obvious red face. He leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, he might as well start this since Cronus was obviously too flustered to do anything but rub the other's leg. Kurloz could see how nervous he was, he also knew how much he liked him. Word spread fast when they were in middle school and everyone found out that Cronus had a crush on Kurloz. Kurloz made it clear he would never like Cronus back, in any sort of way. But, here he was now, wanting nothing more but to kiss this whore of a man.
Cronus pulled away fast not sure of how to feel about what just happened, it was only his lips, no tongue, only his lips which for an instant Cronus’s lips moved with. He couldn't help the emotions that filled him, the dumb butterflies rising in his gut, or the lightheaded-ness that he felt when their lips touched. His grey-blue eyes looked up into Kurloz's soft dark hazel eyes. he leaned forward and let their lips touch again. his eyelids fluttering closed as his dark lashes brushed against Kurloz's high cheekbones.
After what an hour of hair pulling and hot making out, Kurloz pushed Cronus back against the arm of the couch and slid his way in-between Cronus’s legs. The smaller male blushed like mad, and he gripped Kurloz’s shirt for support, his breath coming fast and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Kurloz kissed him again, his long dark eyelashes sweeping Cronus’s cheeks this time. When their tongues finally touched it sent shivers throughout Cronus’s body.
He moaned into the kiss, pulling Kurloz closer by his shirt. Kurloz leaned away slight and unclenched Cronus’s hands on his shirt, Cronus looked rejected only to blush a dark crimson when Kurloz took off his shirt to sow a perfectly built body. Cronus reached out and ran his fingers down Kurloz’s torso onto his abs then to the lining of his underwear that peaked out from under his pants. Cronus then took off his own shirt exposing a flat chest and a flat stomach, no muscles, he was just skinny. Kurloz leaned back down and kissed Cronus’s neck, Cronus then whispered in Kurloz’s ear “I’m yours to have.”