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It started with simple drinking games. Like take a shot if you ever stolen something and other various questions. So everyone was slightly tipsy near the end of the night. Shelly was the one who decided to play seven minutes in heaven. “You don’t have to do anything if you're not comfortable with it. It can be something as simple as talking or sitting in silence.” As the bottle spins around the group it lands on Mugman and Boris first. The closet had just enough room for the two to sit down across from each other. The two were just sitting in silence, until Mugman spoke up first.
“You have feelings for my brother. Don’t you?” Boris looked shocked at the statement. As his face slightly turned red as he hid his face in his hands. “Uugghhhhh it’s it really that obvious?” Mugman just sighed in slight annoyance. “It’s obvious for the rest of us BUT Cuphead. He’s good at reading other people. Telling when people are lying or are planning to backstab us.” As the mug took a minute to phrase his words right. “He’s smart when it comes to that. But when it comes to flirting or romantic feelings, you could punch him in the nose but he still wouldn’t get it.”
“So I need to be more direct and straightforward about what I feel.” Boris answered in a thoughtful tone. Mugman just nodded as he suddenly grabbed Boris by his collar. “But if you ever backstab Cuphead, I will know. And I won’t even give you a chance, not even a second to explain yourself. Understood?” Boris just nodded as Mugman roughly shoved the wolf against the closet door forcing it open.
The group just looked confused as Mugman got out after Boris, looking slightly annoyed. Then like nothing happened he shifted to looking apologetic. “Sorry about that, Boris! I didn’t mean to push you that hard. I guess I don’t know my own strength. So who’s next?” The game continued until it was then Boris and Cupheads turn.
When the two got in the closet Cuphead was the one who started with the questions. “What was that earlier? Why did Mugman look like he was going to knock your teeth out?” Boris thought about what Mugman said earlier. So he took a breath as he put a hand on Cuphead's chest to pin him against the closet wall. Confused yet Cuphead thought that it was a play fight. So the cup grabbed Boris from the collar to pull him closer. “Are we going to fight or something?”
That is when put a hand behind the cup’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Surprised, Cuphead tried to back up but his back was already against the wall. Oh the kiss tasted so sweet. He tasted like cinnamon and bitter smoke. Boris didn’t think that his lips would be so soft. He gently dragged his hand from the cup's chest to his waist. To pull him closer as he deepened the kiss and he thought. “His waist is so small even underneath his turtleneck.” As the wolf broke the kiss to let the other breath. Cuphead looked out of breath with his eyes hooded.
Boris leaned his head against Cupheads. “Your eyes look like rubies. Has anyone ever told you that?” While he said this he was rubbing circles around the cup’s waist. “You.. I.. wow.. no…” Cuphead stumbled on his words. He never thought that someone would like him romantically in this way. He never would have thought that this mutt would like him. As he took a breath to ground himself. “So you like me? Despite everything?” Boris took this chance to kiss him on the scar underneath his left eye. “Yes. You have a way to warm yourself into my heart.”
“I shot your brother.” Another kiss on the forehead. “I smashed a beer glass on your head.” Cuphead wrapped his arms around his neck. “I slashed your back.” A kiss on the corner of the cup's lips. “I tried to shoot you.” The cup dragged his hands through the wolf's fur. “I tried to steal the map.” Boris slides underneath the other sweater. “I killed you.” At this Cuphead roughly pulled Boris' fur to look at him. “It’s not your fault or mine or my brothers. You were just trying to fight back in a bad situation.” Boris could just whine slightly as he placed his head against the crook of the other's neck holding him tightly.
“Can I see the scars on your neck?” Boris murmured in Cuphead's neck. The wolf could practically feel the warmth off of him. As Boris kissed his jaw as he put his hands underneath the other’s sweater. He began to lift his sweater up, then stopped midway. As he looked into Cuphead's eyes as if asking permission to continue. The cup nodded yes to continue. The sweater was now just another piece of clothing in the closet. Even though the closet was dark Boris could see him perfectly. Cuphead was now only in an undershirt revealing his scars.
With all the layers of clothing the cup wears, Boris assumed that he was skinny. Who only has strength from his magic. But looking at him closely the cup had some muscle hidden. Boris placed his hands on the other’s waist again to pull him closer. As he leaned closer to kiss the cup’s neck. In return Cuphead shivered slightly at the light kisses. Boris treated him like he was fragile yet he held him tightly. His legs started to feel weak from all kisses. As he slightly slumped down, yet Boris took this as a chance to lift him off the ground from the cup’s thighs. Placing himself in between Cupheads legs.
And oh the sweet little noises the cup would make from the kisses. Every hitch of his breath, every gasp, every soft moan and sigh. He wanted to hear more and more. Boris could feel the vibrations of the cup's throat from when he kissed him. Cuphead’s legs would wrap around his waist tighter. Pulling him closer where their chests are pressed against each other’s. As they continue to deepen their kiss, tasting each other.
Where the wolf held the cup’s thighs against his, it felt strong yet soft. Boris could practically hear and feel Cuphead's heartbeat. A thought went through the wolf’s head. “I want to mark him.” Cuphead slightly grinds his hips against the wolf’s, making him shiver as he moans. In return the wolf growls softly against the others lips. Boris took this as a chance to bite the cup on his lips. Making him squirm as he squeezed his legs against Boris' torso. As he licks the others lips it tasted slightly metallic of blood.
Yet Boris wanted more, he trailed kisses slowly taking his time. From the cup’s mouth down to his throat, right where his neck and shoulders met. Boris gently licks his neck, making Cuphead tugs his fur as he trembles and moans. That is where Boris took a bite, “AH~!!” Cuphead moaned loudly as the doors burst open with the hinges almost breaking. The two just froze to see a very pissed off mug.
Mugman’s head almost looked like it was boiling as it steamed. As he looked at his brother with no shirt with two bite marks. With Boris holding him up with his hands on his thighs and his torso in between him. Cuphead was the one who moved first, getting off of Boris who also looked embarrassed and pissed at being interrupted.
So Cuphead took Mugman by the arm to drag him out of the room. As the two were just about to leave, Mugman looked at Boris with a “I’m watching you” gesture with the door slammed shut. Boris fell to his knees hiding his face feeling embarrassed and mortified. He completely forgot that they weren’t alone. Mugman, Shelly and his OWN brother had heard them. Bendy cleared his throat as Boris looked up, face still red. “Welp at least you got his feelings through clearly.” Boris just nodded as he put his hands to cover his face.
“Let’s just call it a night! And ummm Boris?” Bendy leaned down as he whispered to Boris. “You should probably take care of yourself.” Before Boris could proceed with what Bendy said, his brother patted on his back. As Bendy and Shelly left the room with Shelly looking flustered. Once Boris was alone in his room, he looked down and he realized what Bendy meant.
“OH SHIT!!”