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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 14, 2017 3:12:52 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos was really quite happy that his sister was already getting some friends here. He had met Nao a few times, and he at least approved of her, just not so much that twin of hers. But still, it was a good sign. He was also glad that his boyfriend decided to ask his sister about her plans instead of awkwardly sitting around like he did. Lily nodded a little. "If.. It's okay.. We were gonna go see a movie.. And maybe some other things.."
Amos looked towards Luka for a moment, who shrugged. "Alright, but.. Let's get you a phone first hmm? In case you need to reach anyone."
"Oh! I already got one!" Lily took the brand new shiny, very expensive device with a very expensive case from her pocket and held it up. Amos just blinked at it. So much for his sister not taking hand outs... "I mean... Nao got a new one and didn't need this one anymore so.. She was just going to throw it away anyways..."
Again Amos looked towards Luka, who nodded. "Yeah, we all got new phones so.. I umm.. Actually. Was going to give you my old one, Amos.. Otherwise I'll just... Donate it.. To the school.." A soft blush fell over Luka's face as he mentioned this, not that he really expected Amos to take it. He knew better than that. But still, maybe seeing that her brother was indeed very self sufficient would make Lily feel a little more comfortable about her brother's relationship with Michael.
"Ahh.. No thanks. I'd.. Kill it. I'm good with mine. Really." He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
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The meal finished up with a bit of friendly conversation, and Lily seemed to open up a little bit, really excited about having a friend already. Amos was really kind of glad when she asked if she could go right after dinner. He wasn't going to stop her on that. Luka stayed for only a few moments to help clean up before he went off with Lily to make sure that she would make it to Nao's dorm without much trouble. And to make sure that Ren would stay away.
But now he was just sitting there awkwardly on the couch, swishing his... Third? glass of wine. He felt a warm heat in his cheeks and his head was a little hazy, but for the most part he was still perfectly clear. He was just sitting there, waiting for Michael to finish washing up after dinner or whatever it was that he was doing.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 3:27:43 GMT
Dinner had went by fairly well, Michael had actually enjoyed it as well. When it was over and Luka had helped clean up for a few moments, Michael said his farewells to Luka and Lily and saw them out. He watched them leave down the hall for a few moments before shutting the door and locking it before he went about to cleaning up a bit more. He was just finishing up with cleaning up a bit as he glanced over to Amos sitting on the couch with his third glass of wine. A small smile crossed his features as he walked over and then just kissed his cheek and carefully took the glass from him and took a sip out of it. "I think that's enough wine for you tonight. Especially since you don't actually drink it often." He told him before he turned and walked to the kitchen to dump the rest of the wine down the sink before proceeding to rinse the glass out. "Do you want to watch a movie, Amos?" He asked him, setting the glass and a couple more dishes into the dishwasher and turned that on. He then turned around and made his way back over to the couch, plopping down on it beside his boyfriend with a puff of air escaping him. "Ahh... We've got the rest of the evening and all night to ourselves now..." He sighed out in contentment, relaxing a bit now as he leaned his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes for a few moments. "Mm, I like having you over.." He mentioned after a few moments, opening his eyes as he turned his head to look at his boyfriend. He studied him for a few moments before he shifted a bit to sit up a little, keeping his eyes on him. "What do you want to do...?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 14, 2017 3:42:16 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos pouted a bit as his wine was taken away. "Heeeyy... I was driiiinkiing thaaaaat." The albino crossed his arms over his chest a bit in protest as he watched him go dump it down the drain. But it had to have been expensive wine too... What a waste. Michael came back over asking if he wanted to watch a movie. They often watched movies together when they had time, which wasn't nearly as often as he liked to admit, especially lately. Amos had picked up a lot of shifts lately for whatever reason. Maybe just to keep himself busy. But right now, he didn't much feel like watching a movie. In all honesty, he wasn't sure what exactly he wanted, he just knew he didn't want that. Michael continued, mentioning that he liked having him over... "I like being over..." But a bit of a blush crossed his face as it was asked what he wanted to do. He wasn't entirely sure about that. "I err... Umm... Err..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 4:13:49 GMT
Michael smiled as he listened to his boyfriend's response, watching how he blushed. Gods, he looked adorable like that. He shifted closer and cupped his boyfriend's face in his hands gently. "I think I might have an idea..." He spoke softly before he leaned his head closer to his boyfriend's and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss. His thumbs gently rubbed his cheeks as he kissed his boyfriend for about a minute before he lowered his hands and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend to then pull him into his lap. He, once he was positive Amos wouldn't mind it of course, deepened the kiss as his hands found their way under his boyfriend's shirt again. He pulled him closer to himself as he eventually broke the kiss to kiss his neck again, even taking to sucking on a part of it to leave him a hickey. After that he slid his hands down his boyfriend's sides slowly with some added pressure before he withdrew them from under his shirt to start unbuttoning his top like he had been doing earlier. As he got his shirt partially opened, Michael kissed the skin that was being shown to him as he continued to unbutton the buttons there. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 14, 2017 4:59:43 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A soft noise left the albino as a kiss came to his lips. He returned it eagerly, and made no struggle against the blonde as he was pulled into his lap. Gods.. His hands felt so good against his skin. Another soft moan came from him as Michael deepened their kiss, and he eagerly returned that too, wanting to taste as much of the other as he could while he could. But eventually Michael pulled out of that to kiss and suck at his neck. And he really couldn't help the noises that he made in the process, his body acting a bit on its own, pressing up against the other male, shivering against his touches. He felt the blonde's hands on his sides and moaned out again, his whole body filling with that same fire that it had before. "Nnn!" The albino's head tipped back a bit, offering more room to the blonde.
Michael continued his way downwards, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down along his neck, his collarbone, his chest. Each one left a wondrous jolt behind. Amos's whole body squirmed in Michael's lap. Had it always felt like this? So... Good? "Ahh... Michael... W-wait.." Not that he really wanted him to stop. Quite the opposite actually, which was probably what scared him the most. Shouldn't he be detesting this? Shouldn't he be hating each and every touch to his skin? Did this make him... Like her...? Giving in to... Whatever this was. "I.. I..." He shook his head and leaned forward, placing gentle kisses on his neck. He wanted this though, right? They both did. But would Michael think less of him? Feel less of him? Now that didn't make any sense. The albino continued kissing up Michael's neck to his jaw, moving to lightly nibble at his ear. He felt his shirt unbutton, but he still had on his t-shirt underneath, which he would actually have to take all the way off.. Why was he worrying about his clothes? And why was his body still moving on its own, despite all his worries? Kisses were still being placed, and his hands had even moved to unbutton Michael's shirt, his hands sliding along his exposed skin. He just wanted to be closer to him. Every bit of him just wanted to be so... close... He needed it. More than anything...
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 5:32:08 GMT
The way Amos squirmed on his lap was definitely riling Michael up a bit, just pulling him closer as he continued with what he was doing. Though at his words to wait, Michael leaned back as he panted a bit and looked at him. "What is it..?" He asked him as he licked his lips a little, waiting for him to answer. But it seemed like he couldn't as the albino soon leaned forward and placed gentle kisses on his neck and soon up to his jaw and then ear, his head tilting to the side for him. A noise of approval left the blonde as he felt him lightly nibble his ear as his hands went to work on his shirt. His muscles flexed to the feeling of his boyfriend's hands sliding along his exposed skin before he suddenly wrapped his arms around him and just picked him up as he was. He gave him a heated kiss while he held him close before breaking the kiss a little. He said not a word as he just carried his boyfriend to his bedroom carefully before setting him down on the bed and proceeded to just take off both of their shirts before he pressed himself down against him while he kissed and nibbled along his neck and collarbone. His hands ran up and down his sides, his nails occasionally trailing along them, as he had discovered just what kind of reaction he could get from his boyfriend. "Haah... Amos, do you want me..?" He asked him as he lifted his head to look down at him, shifting himself to press his hips against the albino's while one hand gripped his side and the other was placed on the bed by his head. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 14, 2017 15:30:26 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Almost instinctively, the albino wrapped his legs around Michael's waist as he was picked up, keeping himself nice and supported as a heated kiss came crashing into his lips. He returned every ounce of heat and passion, his mind mostly blank for the time being as his boyfriend carried him away to his bedroom. He was placed down on the bed and his shirt was rather quickly removed, soft noises escaped him as the blonde kissed and nibbled down his neck and collarbone. His body squirmed and writhed beneath him as Michael's nails dragged down his sides, his body arching upwards against the other's.
But there was the question... The most important question of his life. He couldn't deny that he wanted... Something. But he wasn't really entirely sure what that meant. It wasn't like he had ever willing done this.. He felt himself freeze in that moment. Of course he wanted to be closer to Michael, in whatever way he could. But.. What did that entail? Amos lie below the other male, his crimson eyes just staring up at him. How could he answer that? This was all happening so fast. It felt good, but.. Was he really ready for this? "I... Don't.. Know..." He wanted to be ready for this. But part of him was still afraid. Still, his body practically screamed for it, arching up to press against Michael's. "Just... Please..." Words were definitely not his strong suit right now. "Be... I.. I don't.. Have good experiences with this and..." He trembled a bit before burying his face in his boyfriend's neck, taking in a deep breath of his scent to calm himself down a bit. "I-if its.. Too much... We can... we can... Stop... Right..?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 16:03:48 GMT
Michael was well aware of how Amos was reacting to all of this, a blush crossing his face as his eyes briefly trailed down his torso before they moved to make eye contact with him again. He listened to the albino's words, well what words that managed to come out, and gave him a gentle smile as he slid an arm under his body to hold him close as he shifting his head to kiss the side of his head. "I'll be gentle the best I can, Amos... And yeah, we can stop if it gets too much for you." He told him, his other hand shifting up to stroke his boyfriend's hair. He nuzzled his face against the side of his boyfriend's head a bit, also breathing in his scent as he closed his eyes for a few moments. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 14, 2017 17:34:18 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The words were comforting in their own way he supposed. The fact that Michael was more than willing to take it slow and gentle with him was a nice thought. But still, the albino was filled with all sorts of conflictions. What would people say if they found out? What did it make him for doing this? Was he just as bad as his mother? No.. That didn't seem right.. This was different.. It wasn't like he was doing this for money. But then what was he doing this for? The albino clung to his boyfriend for a few moments while everything ran through his head. Sure, the heat and passion remained, and he could very clearly see what Michael felt about it, but there was still that deeply rooted pit of nervousness. He really wasn't entirely sure that he could do this. But slowly he nodded, nuzzling his face into Michael's neck. He had never been so excited but so terrified at the same time before. "I'm sorry Michael... For... I.. I don't know.. I.. I want to be... I want to... I like it.. When you.." He couldn't stop all the heat that had rushed to his face. He felt so embarrassed. Then again, Amos was a very modest person when it came down to it, and talking about things like this was not something that he was good at.
The albino took in a deep, but shaky breath as he nuzzled his face into his boyfriend's neck. Really. Why did Michael even put up with him? "I've never let anyone this close before... I hate being touched.. By anyone.. But... You're different.. It's not the same with you. And.. I'm scared of that... I'm scared of..." He paused and curled up a bit. "I'm scared of getting so close.. I.. I don't want to regret anything that happens.. I.. I don't want you to start seeing me differently and.. cast me away.." He shook his head a bit before gently kissing Michael's neck. "But gods... It feels so good..." He kissed his neck a bit more, lightly nibbling at it, his hands finding their way to gently claw at his back. "I want to feel more.. I want to be... Closer to you..." One of his legs moved up to wrap around Michael's waist, pulling him down a bit. "Just promise... Promise me this won't change things... I like the way we are... I don't want to lose you..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 14, 2017 19:22:55 GMT
Michael smiled a little as his boyfriend tried to speak, just continuing to stroke his hair gently as he remained close to him. He let him speak as he tilted his head to the side a little when he felt those kisses and nibbles being placed there, shifting a bit when the albino's leg wrapped around his waist and pulled him down closer. Gods, he wanted him... He lifted his head a bit, pushing himself up slightly, to look down at him. "I don't want things to ever change between us, Amos... I want to be close to you..." He told him, lifting a hand to place it against his cheek. He rubbed his thumb gently against it and smiled down at him with a fond and loving expression. "I promise you, Amos... I won't look at you any lesser than I've always looked at you. I won't want to part ways with you either. And I don't want any regret in this as well." He told him, sliding his other hand down his side slowly. He rested his hand on his hip, fingers curling under the fabric of his pants as he gazed down at him. "I won't discard you over something we both want." He added gently before he leaned down to give his boyfriend a passionate and loving kiss, his hands moving down to work on undoing his pants then. Word count: --- Tag: Amos VangNote: Aaaand skippy time or fade to black time
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 18, 2017 19:29:53 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] He had been so exhausted after everything that happened, that he just sort of passed out in his boyfriend's arms. He lay on top of the boy for awhile before he eventually shifted off and buried his face into Michael's side as he slept comfortably with him. He hadn't realized just how tired he had been, or how dead asleep he really was until he woke up well past noon the next day. The albino stretched, wincing a bit at the pain in his lower half. Alright, so maybe it had been a little too much for his first time.. Still he sat up anyways, taking a look around. "Michael...?" But the blonde wasn't in the room. Amos flopped back down onto the pillows for a few more moments before finally dragging his ass out of bed to try and find his clothes. He wasn't entirely sure where exactly they had wound up, but by the fact that they weren't anywhere in the bedroom, he could only guess that maybe Michael had taken them to do some laundry?
A small yawn escaped him as he decided to wrap a blanket completely around himself before making his way out of the bedroom area to the rest of the dorm. He smiled a bit at the sight of the blonde at his desk, doing some boring paperwork, and quietly made his way over, coming up behind him and wrapping the blanket around him, nuzzling into the back of his neck. "Good morning... Er.. Afternoon?" Mmm... Why did he always smell so good. "So uhh... Err.. Where are my clothes...?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 19, 2017 0:03:49 GMT
Michael had fallen asleep with Amos in his arms, happily cuddling his boyfriend. That night had been...amazing. And nothing would change the fact that he still wanted to date the albino either. He had woken up the next day at a reasonable hour, about ten in the morning, and cuddled with his sleeping boyfriend a bit longer as he kissed several marks he had left on the albino. Eventually he did get up and stretched, soon going to take a cold shower to help wake himself up a bit. He then got dressed in fresh clothes, casual wear thankfully, before he set about collecting their discarded clothing from the previous night. He paused to watch Amos sleep for a few moments with a small smile before he carried on to go wash their clothes and make some breakfast. After that he moved over to his desk and went straight to work, a cup of coffee beside him along with some toast and jam. He worked for a few hours, not noticing when Amos awoke and eventually departed his bedroom. The blonde teen jumped slightly as a blanket was wrapped around him and the back of his neck nuzzled. "Ah, Amos! You're up!" He mentioned as he smiled a bit once the albino spoke, soon chuckling as he shifted the chair back a little before he brought his boyfriend closer to sit on his lap. He kissed his neck gently before he gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, softly nibbling his lower lip for a moment or two. "Mm... They're in the laundry. The other clothes you have here are in their usual place." He told him, leaning back slightly to look at his boyfriend. "Did you sleep well?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 19, 2017 15:49:17 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A dark blush crossed his face as he was pulled into Michael's lap. Luckily he managed to keep his blanket on. Still, kisses were placed to his neck and to his lips. "Mm.. Right.. I forgot I had clothes here still..." He really had too. His mind had been such a blur so far this morning. "Erm.. Yeah.. I think I kind of died or something. I mean.. I never usually sleep more than four to six hours or so.. Not... Twelve. Fourteen?" Amos shook his head a bit and stretched, giving Michael another gentle kiss. After a few moments of that, Amos pulled away and smiled. "I should umm.. Shower and.. Get dressed. And then maybe I'll make some waffles.. Or did you eat already?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 19, 2017 18:38:59 GMT
Michael chuckled to Amos' words, soon kissing his cheek as the albino gained a dark blush. He was too adorable at times. "Mm, yeah you slept for a while. I mean, I woke up about ten myself so.." Michael trailed off with a shrug before he smiled and returned the gentle kiss that was given to him until it was broken. He smiled once more to his boyfriend and nodded, lifting a hand to run it through his pale hair. "Shower would be good... And I just had some toast and coffee earlier. Besides, it's almost lunch anyway." He told him as he lightly and teasingly tugged on a strand of his hair. "If you need me to go ahead and pull anything out while you shower just tell me and I'll do it." Granted, the boy would most likely see all the marks left on him from last night if he happened to look in the mirror in the bathroom, but...it was worth it. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 19, 2017 20:20:23 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos gave Michael another quick kiss before finally pulling himself away to go and actually shower. Once he made it into the bathroom, he dropped the blanket onto the floor and started to warm up the water. It was about that time that he noticed himself in the mirror. "Gah!" What was his boss going to think to see him all marked up like this?! What would his sister think!? Luka!? Oh.. "SHIT!" The very thought of Adrian was more than he could bear, and he sighed and bent over the counter, bashing his head on it on purpose. "Damnit Michael!" But the albino huffed and got into the shower. It felt really nice to get himself cleaned up. So refreshing...
After his shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and moved to get his clothes, pulling on a blue shirt and some khakis. He still looked pretty good despite his lazy clothes. He yawned and made his way out to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Flour, eggs, butter, sugar, milk, fresh vanilla, and a few other small ingredients that he liked to throw in there. He went to work straight away on making breakfast for the two of them. But he stopped when he caught himself humming. Was he really that happy? Well, he supposed he was.
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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