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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 19, 2017 23:26:35 GMT
Michael chuckled as he was given one more quick kiss and watched as Amos got off of his lap and went to go get himself showered. Gods he was lucky to have him. He turned back towards his desk and went to continue his paperwork when he heard him, a grin rising to his face as he couldn't hide it. "Don't get blood in the bathroom!" He called over to where his boyfriend was, knowing all too well of a typical head bash from that modest boy. He had finished about a small pile of papers and was sorting through some other papers with his reading glasses on when his boyfriend had come back out into the main area of the dorm. He glanced over to the albino as he walked over towards the kitchen area to start making them food, just merely appreciating the view from where he was. He couldn't deny he looked good dressed like that. Hmm, perhaps he could...get him some new clothes. As a surprise or something. Of course nothing too fancy for the boy but...something. He eventually got up, reading glasses still on, and walked over to Amos with his empty plate and cup in hand, soon placing a kiss on his cheek before he set his cup and plate in the sink. "What're you making?" He asked him curiously, sliding over to peer over at what he was working on. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 19, 2017 23:59:36 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos shifted a bit as he dug through the cupboards for a waffle iron. He knew there was one somewhere. Hell, he had been the one that brought it up here. Michael put his dishes in the sink and the albino shook his head. "Mm... Waffles if I can find the stupid... Aaah." He bent down to reach farther into the cupboard and pulled it out, placing it up on the counter. His eyebrow raised a bit. "You weren't just checking out my ass were you?" Of course there was a soft chuckle from him as it was clearly some sort of joke. But who knows, maybe he was right. Maybe Michael had been checking him out. Still, the albino plugged in the waffle iron and let it heat up as he went about making the batter. "Do you wanna lick it?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 20, 2017 1:33:12 GMT
The blonde lifted a brow at the mention of him making waffles, leaning against the counter a bit. "Oh, that sounds good." He responded to him. Michael smiled as he watched his boyfriend get a waffle iron from the cupboard, leaning back slightly as his eyes scanned over him. Though as he straightened up, his eyes snapped back up to his face and just gave him an innocent grin at his comment on checking his ass out. "What? Me? Checking out that delicious ass? Naaah..." He responded with a teasing tone in his voice, chuckling a little as he fixed his glasses a bit. Though at the offer to lick it, Michael blinked and tilted his head slightly. "Lick it?" He asked him curiously, glancing between his boyfriend and the batter. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on May 9, 2017 3:49:03 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Uhh.. Yeah? Haven't you ever licked the batter before? Make sure it tastes good before actually eating it?" Amos's question had been entirely innocent, as was the look on his face as he blinked at the blonde, but his thoughts were a little less innocent than his face, not that the other would know that. Amos shrugged and ran one of his fingers along the spoon before slowly licking the batter from his finger. "Mmm! Oh wow! I did a much better job this time."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on May 9, 2017 4:26:38 GMT
Michael blinked as he stared at his boyfriend with a baffled expression from his response. Clearly the blonde had no idea what he was talking about, but his eyes followed his finger as it was dipped into the batter and then slowly licked. He shifted his footing a little as he watched him, soon adjusting his reading glasses once more. "Really..? How could you even tell..?" He asked him, trying to not seem interested but, well, there was no hiding from the albino completely. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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