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After the whole “thing” with Cuphead and Boris the two didn’t know how to interact with each other. It was nice to be able to just hold each other. It felt warm and safe like everything else just faded away. Cuphead tried to replicate the feeling with pillows, yet it didn’t feel the same. Boris missed the weight when he fell asleep with Cuphead. He kept him grounded from overthinking about the future.
It was when the group decided to go to buy drinks to celebrate finding a part of the machine was when the questions started. Shelly was the one who wanted to play a drinking game of truth or dare. Some of the dare’s were funny, like Bendy wearing a tutu skirt. Or Mugman singing at the top of his lungs. That one got the poor mug hit with a shoe.
Shelly was already asleep with Pebble next to her on the couch. While Mugman decided to take Bendy to his room to sleep off the alcohol. Boris and Cuphead went outside to breathe in the cool night air. The sky was so clear with the moon shining so bright. Boris was slightly tipsy from the drinks as he leaned on the railings. The wolf looks over at the cup thinking. “Those two don’t get drunk?” “Not really, alcohol doesn’t really have an effect on us.” Boris realized that he said that out loud.
Cuphead chuckled slightly at his surprise face. Boris took a breath as he composed himself. “So you don’t get drunk on anything?” Cuphead took a minute to think about it as he responded. “Well we can get drunk, if we drink a large amount of alcohol or if the drink is especially strong.” While Cuphead explained he took out a cigarette and lit it with his hands. Boris looked at him as he took a breath of red smoke and exhaled. “I’ve never seen a cigarette that could make red smoke before.”
”Hmmmm yeah that one I don’t have a clue about that. It just happens. Magic and stuff I guess.” The two just stood next to each other in silence for a moment until Cuphead finished his cigarette. “Hey… can I go to your room?” Boris just nodded in response as the two went into the motel room. It was slightly bigger than the last one with the bed being able to fit two people comfortably. Again the room was dimmed.
The two just sat on the bed in silence for a moment. It didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward, it just felt more relaxed. “Can I have a hug?” Cuphead asked without looking at Boris. “Sure but you know that you need to change your clothes first.” The cup started to go to the closet to change in front of the wolf. When he took off his shirt Boris just examined the other's body. His scars reminded him of stained glass at a church. The wolf remembered the first time they did this and the noises that came along.
Cuphead was finished changing, wearing Boris clothes and now was standing in front of him with his arms out. Instead of pulling the cup like he did last time, Boris gently pulled Cuphead from his waist. “He has a small waist.” Boris thought as he noticed Cuphead shivered slightly from the touch. “I’ve been thinking.” “Hah, you know how to think mutt?” At the comment Boris growled slightly. “I’ve been thinking, since you never really experienced soft touch.” “Yeah? What about it?” Cuphead responded in a defensive tone. “Have you experienced your first kiss or something like that?” The two went silent at the sudden question.
Boris realized what he just said as his face turned red. Before Cuphead could give a response Boris quickly pulled him closer to hide his face into his torso. Making the cup almost straddling the wolf's lap. “Now who’s the shy one? But to answer your question, no. Never got the chance to.” At this Boris raised his head to look up at him. Their faces were so close, almost touching.
Boris was still feeling tipsy from earlier, yet he wanted to hear the noises the cup made from their first night. “Can I kiss you?” Cuphead looked slightly surprised at the question. Yet the cup positioned himself to be more comfortable on the wolf’s lap. With his arms crossed around Boris' neck. “Sure”
The kiss was bittersweet yet the two wanted more. Boris could taste the smoke from the cigarette Cuphead had earlier. What would it taste like if he hadn’t smoked? Yet despite the bitter taste he licked the other’s lips. The cups lips felt so soft for someone made of porcelain. Boris felt warmth blooming from this stomach as he could hear the soft noises the cup made. He could hear him trying to hold back. As his body felt oh so warm yet strong with the years of fighting. Boris wanted to hear more sweet songs from him.
So he gently bit Cuphead's lip, making the other gasp in surprise Boris took this as an opportunity to gently taste him more. Cuphead shivered at the sudden change of mood. He thought it was going to be a quick kiss. Yet this was more than he expected. The cup could taste the bitterness of alcohol from the wolf. He could feel his soul throbbing from his chest. Cuphead started to feel his face growing warmer and warmer from the kiss.
Boris' hands traveled up underneath the cup's shirt as he traced the scars of his back. Making the cup shiver as he softly moaned within the kiss. While Cuphead raked his hands through Boris' fur, as he gently pulled at knots. Making the wolf whine softly as he holds the cup on top of him closer. Yet it was Cuphead who pulled away first for a breath of air. Boris looked at the cup before him. His eyes were hooded with his lips slightly red from the bite as he was gasping for air.“Oh… he looks so pretty like this.” Boris thought yet he didn’t hear enough of Cuphead's voice.
So the wolf leaned in to kiss the corner of the other’s lips. As Boris kissed him from his check, to his chin, lower and lower to his Adam’s apple, to where his neck and shoulders meet. This is where he gently bites as he licks the mark. This made the cup moan loudly as he hitched his breath as he pulled Boris away from his fur. Boris whined at the sudden yank of his fur. The wolf truly looked at the cup, his face was so red that it matched his eyes, as he could see steam rising from his head. “You are crazy, wolf…”
Boris chuckled at the comment “Says the one who’s been called crazy since they were twelve.” At this Cuphead yanked Boris' head to show his neck to return the favor. In turn Boris grabbed the cup's hip tightly to ground himself. As Cuphead leaned into the wolf’s neck, Boris could feel his breath against him. When the cup teeth grazed his throat as he teases him.
When Boris was shoved onto the bed roughly. As Cuphead grabbed him by the sides of his head to kiss him roughly as he bit the wolf right back. “Pay back” the cup laughed softly. As Boris tried to sit back up yet Cuphead placed a hand on his chest to hold him down. Cuphead leaned over to lay down on top of Boris as he reached to run his fingers through his fur. Again Boris hands went underneath the other's shirt to trace his scars. Their bodies felt warm and soft as the two slowly drifted off to sleep.
Cuphead was the first to wake up as the sun leaked through the curtains. He tried to move to get up. Yet he felt something warm and heavy around him. Boris had one hand over him and another underneath his shirt. As one of his legs was in between Cuphead legs. The wolf was holding him so close with his back against the wolf chest. He could feel his breath against his neck. It was so warm and safe. When Cuphead drifted off to sleep.