A/N: i_am_that_dude requested a part two so here u are buddy!
"So, is this the place?" Quill asked quietly, standing in the doorway of a small hotel suite, looking around at the furnishings and the frosted glass door that separated the bathroom from the main bedroom. All was mainly quiet, except for some muffled moaning from the other room which Cil promptly dismissed as his parents having a little bit of a fuck session because they apparently hadn't had one in nearly a year.
Something Cil knew was a complete goddamn lie.
"Yep, this is my hotel room" The smaller collapsed onto the bed, feeling the springs sink under his weight. His bright pink hair tickled the back of his neck, which he ignored. "I've lived in a farmhouse most of my life so this is way too fancy for me"
"Heh, small town living huh?" Quill chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed, scooting a little closer to Cil when a soft scent of French vanilla he hadn't noticed before drifted into his radius and senses. Only then did he realize there was a lit candle on one of the bedside tables, a stick of rather petite incense stuck into the wax and light grey smoke rolled off its top, fading away into nothing, although the scent remained.
"No actually" Cil responded "I really live on a mountain. Sheep farmer"
"That's nice. Got any pets?" He tried to jump-start small talk, doing his best to ignore PaperJam demanding for Fresh to ram him harder in the other room.
"Um, let's see..." Cil sat up, mild bemusement on his face on every angle while he tried to recall. "Nine dogs, one cat, four horses, three fish and ten chickens"
"Lucky! I can't have pets, because I live in a rental"
"Ha, that's sad" The smaller stood, walking over to the curtains that reached the ground like a sort of cloak for the doorway it concealed. They were a vibrant shade of Vermilion red, but when Cil pulled them back, an open ranchslider was revealed, opening onto a small balcony that had a clear view of the night sky and the sort of height upward that made the cars below look like light-up toys. Nearly quiet as they rolled idly on their paths, going places Cil could only hope to see.
'So many possibilities' He thought to himself, thinking of how some could be going to Dunedin, Balclutha, Oamaru or even PJs old home, West Otago, where his younger siblings and parents lived.
Pallete had long moved on, and Cil didn't see him all that often, last he heard he was living in Meriville with Goth. Blueprint would sometimes show up every now and then, even so, he was 22 but still acted like he was 10 which meant he and Cil never ran out of games to play.
The smaller skeleton remembered the day Gradient taught him to play cricket. He loved it, he'd bowl either Gradient or Fresh out in every round!
Or the day his grandparents tried to teach him an array of things. Like when Error educated his deadass on how to play chess when he was only 6. It didn't work all that well so they took to smashing through all the chocolates in the pantry instead.
He got covered in colours when Ink taught him to paint. He only ever managed a rather demented looking lion in the end, albeit Ink pretending it was good but Cil saw him recoil in fear of his creation internally and honestly, he didn't blame him. It did look terrifying.
"You good there?" Quills voice disturbed the silence so suddenly Cil nearly jumped off the balcony from the fright.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine!" He spun around to face the taller, noticing the way he gazed at him, eyes full of love and admiration, his body looked like it was craving Cil's and for some reason, he couldn't fully understand, Quill looked so much hotter than he did beforehand and the smaller just wanted to kiss him so bad it wasn't even funny.
But, as the universe would rather have it, Quill made the first move. He took a step forward, took Cil's chin in his hand using a gentle touch and closed the gap between them, a sweet, mellow taste sneaking in as all of Cil immediately melted to the rugged others touch, letting his eyes fall closed on him and falling forward into his chest a bit.
Their touch was intimate, fingers intertwining when they held hands, chests touching so they could feel their souls pulse in the excitement, know what the other was feeling, a surge of energy and love for this happening moment.
They kept the kiss close as Quill walked backwards to pull Cil back indoors, closing the door and curtains before pushing him against the nearest wall and making the kiss rougher, deeper as he held both of the smallers wrists against the creamy coloured wall, the wallpaper slightly rough but having a more decorative appeal.
He didn't like being dominated, so Cil pushed Quill back against the bed, pinning him down. After a moment, they were kissing again, they switched positions a few times before Quill finally managed to take dominance.
Quill loved his taste, melting further into it every second, playfully licking the smallers bottom lip to gain entry which Cil gratefully accepted. He opened his mouth a little, shivering when he felt the tallers slick tongue slip into the cavern, exploring his mouth.
Cil returned the action, while Quill was basically shoving his tongue down the smallers throat.
The smaller tried to hold back moans but accidentally let one slip.
"n-ngh~ mm~"
Quill broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two.
"Did you just moan?~"
"Maybe~" Cil said, turning his head away in embarrassment, his blush deepening.
Quill smirked, moving down Cils body and stripping him of his clothing as he moved downwards.
"Heh~ well I'll soon have you moaning more~"
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