"Money doesn't buy me. Real love and trust does." | One-on-One | Male/Male Romance | Closed!

( So sorry I missed this! I'll do better to be more responsible. )

Sorrel blushed softly at the kiss to his hand. He noticed the soft, seductive tone that Amory kept, and honestly it gave him all the more reason to bite his lip. "Maybe so," He replied, following Amory inside. He glanced around the place, noticing all of the people, then he noticed that they were already heading towards a table. As he saw that Amory pulled his chair out, he gracefully say. "What a gentleman," He said, with a complimenting vibe. "You're so gracious for bestowing yourself upon my presence tonight." He added, with a sharper resonance. What was he doing, being like this?

( Also probably going to respond again an hour from now, school things. Got a test in some minutes. )

(Oh don't worry about it! Just wanted to make sure it showed up on your unread indicator. I'm on until for another hour and 45 minutes, then I'll be gone. Good luck on your test!)

Amory quirked an eyebrow and pushed Sorrel's chair in before sitting down himself. "From what you keep claiming, I almost think it would have been more gracious for me to ditch you, if my presence is so unappealing…." He glanced up as a waitress came to ask what they would both like to drink. He requested a glass of red wine and a glass of diet cola for himself. He turned to Sorrel to see what he would order. 'This man is frustrating…. What is so bad about me? I've had too many other people, men and women alike falling all over themselves to try and get me for themselves. I always hated it and it's rather refreshing to have someone do otherwise, but when I'm constantly being insulted… It's a bit upsetting….'

( Thanks! I might have passed it! )

Sorrel looked towards the waitress, asking simply for a champagne. He finished up with his drink order, and assumingly the waitress left to get the two their beverages. He looked towards Amory, after hearing his comment. "It's not unappealing." Sorrel admitted. He sighed, dropping his head into his hands. He tapped his pastel pink cheeks with his fingertips. "It's just too perfect, though I hate to admit it." He continued, with a frustrated expression. "I don't know how to explain it, because if I did, you'd just make three times better sense of it than I could." He finished. He looked up and reflected something like pity, for himself.

Amory leaned a little closer over the table, propping his chin in his own hand. "How on earth am I perfect? The only picture of perfection here is you. Anyways, if I'm so annoying, why didn't you just fire me from the company? That would've easily rid you of my "distractions"." His eyes roamed Sorrel's face, looking almost hungry.

Sorrel's face began to slowly warm up, heck, that guy was the one with a problem. "I wanted to keep you around. You're always such a great person to have around, and you're always right where I need you." He replied. He leaned a little bit closer to Amory, taking in his scent. "I can't fire my favorite employee." He said, softly.

Amory quirked an eyebrow. "Isn't favoritism illegal in the work-force?" he teased. "Anyway, we need to figure out how I'm supposed to distract you less, aren't we? So tell me what you think I should do?"

Sorrel laughed at the words. He honestly thought the by-laws of becoming an employer were that 'skippable' reading section, so he really might be right. "Maybe make a few more mistakes. Your work is always so neat and correct, just do things wrong for a change." He thought, aloud. "Or maybe you could stir up some office troubles with me, haha. I could get you a nice promotion and you could have almost my authority," He rambled. He diverted his eyes from Amory to the side, and played with a little strand of his hair.

Amory smirked. "Stir up office troubles with you, hmmm? Well, I'm not going to cause my work to be less than perfect, so I suppose I'd take you up on that. Though, our ideas of "office trouble" may be… very different~…" he licked his lips because they were feeling a bit dry. He quite liked how cute Sorrel looked when he played with his hair. He let out a soft growl deep in his throat, but not very loud so Sorrel may not have heard. He always growled when he was frustrated.

"What would your idea of trouble be then, Amory?" Sorrel asked him, noticing how he licked his lip. "B-Because I'd love to hear it." He added, almost as if he was gasping. Amory was really in his head right now, he was going to be trapped there. Sorrel hoped he'd never have to leave the other. He pulled his hair to the front of his face as he felt his cheeks burning.

Amory shook his head. "Nothing appropriate between an employee and his boss. That's all I'll tell you." He leaned back as the waitress came back with their drinks and some breadsticks. Then she handed them the menus and told them she'd be back in a bit to take their orders. Amory turned back to Sorrel after she left. "Though, I must say, if someone looked at us right now, I think we both know how'd they'd pin the dominance rankings….~"

Sorrel peered through the pale strands of his hair. "I-I'm sure they'd know. It just so happens that we might be on the same page, and heck I'll have you know that it's already much less distracting." Sorrel muttered. He gently picked up his champagne glass, taking an effortless sip of the stuff. "Mmm" He purred.

Amory took a sip of his coke, leaving the wine alone for now. He watched Sorrel take a sip. "Is the champagne good?" He looked like he wanted to ask a different question though. He ran his fingers through his hair, some of it had fallen in his face. He could have gelled it, but he hated gelling his hair.

(I gtg. BYE!!!!! {Also, Sorrel is ADORABLE!!!! Aaahhhh!!!!!1!!!})

( Oh my gosh but Amory's such a baby too :-:<3 Also byebye! See you sometime! )

Sorrel glanced at Amory's stray hair, and suddenly had the urge to touch them. He tried resisting it, though it was evident that his efforts weren't very good at staying hidden. "Of course it is," He said. He somewhat squinted at Amory, as if to see something deeper in his mind, but failed overall.

Amory hummed softly. "You look like you want something. Care to tell?" He leaned closer again, his eyes lazy. He liked this. He had worried that Sorrel might be stiff and overly formal but this was actually nice…. He was enjoying this.

"You just thought of something. What was it?" He asked. He made a further move, running his hand through Amory's hand, where he had. He pushed a few of the little strands back all the while. "That's what I want to know."

Amory shrugged and smiled a genuine smile for once. "I'll ask later. Right now is a little early." His eyes fluttered shut at Sorrel's fingers in his hair, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping his lips.

Sorrel appeared surprised at Amory's actions. "Sure, then. Sure." The last word slipped past his lips with a different sound than it originally had. He took his hand out of Amory's hair, and grinned. "Oh, we have bread-" He muttered. He kind of got intensely into the bread, and gobbled one of the bread sticks.

( These two- their tension's killing me lmao, it's so much more perfect than I'd have ever imagined. )

(I know! I love it! grinning)

Amory chuckled and opened his eyes again, taking some bread for himself, munching with relish. "Hmm, if the rest of the food is as good as the breadsticks, I might become a regular here." He grinned at Sorrel.

"Well, if anything, I'll keep you coming back.~" Sorrel purred, wiping a little bit of garlic-butter off of his cheek. He licked his finger, after that, and made sure there weren't any little garlic flecks left. After another sip of champagne, he began a train of thought. He looked at Amory, and began to think things. "What if he's not into pastel pink? Does he like blankets as much as I do?" The list of random questions continued, and he appeared to be dazed looking at Amory.

( big happies )

Amory wiped his mouth after eating his bread and paused when he saw the look on Sorrel's face. "You're looking at me funny. What are you thinking about?" He reached over with his napkin and wiped a grease spot that Sorrel had missed off his face.

Sorrel snapped out of his thoughts and realized he'd left himself staring at Amory. "I was asking, uhm, questions. To myself." He said. "They were all about the future I see for myself." He explained. He wasn't entirely lying.

Amory quirked an eyebrow. "And what do you see for your future? I'd like to hear it from the man who has it all." He grinned again, pushing some of Sorrel's hair out of his face, murmuring something to himself.

Sorrel's face was really red. It was quite noticeable when the hair wasn't all in front of it. "You." He said, almost as if it were an instinct. "I see you, and nothing else but my worries as for what you love and hate. I guess I'm worried I'd make a mistake, then." He admitted.

(I GTG!! I'll respond later and we can continue tomorrow!)

( Alright! See you later! )

Amory was slightly surprised. "Me? Really? I…." his face was red. "I'm honored you think so well of me…. And if you're curious of what I love and hate, you know you can ask me. I don't hide much. Actually I have had questions about you as well…" Amory traced a few fingers over Sorrel's cheek. "And may I say you have very pretty eyes…? I wish you wouldn't hide them with your hair so much…. I love the color…" he murmured, before turning a bit redder with embarrassment before clearing throat and leaning back again, worried that Sorrel wouldn't appreciate the close proximity. "Why don't you ask me some of the questions? I'd like to know what you're curious about."

He suddenly squeaked at Amory's response. "Well, I wondered most how you feel about love, and super soft blankets- I also wanted to know if you could maybe, I-I don't know, see a future with me." He muttered, hoping he was audible enough. He moved his hair back a little, letting his eyes shine through a lot more. Amory was a flipping influence on him.

( Good morning! )

(Morning! Just got in! And I got my coffee this morning, so I'm happy. lol)

Amory thought about these questions. Then he slowly responded, one at a time. "I think I'll go from easiest question to the hardest. Super soft blankets- I actually look for soft, luxury quality blankets when I need to buy some. I couldn't stand just a "meh" blanket. Except my blankie from when I was a small thing and my two college souvenir throws. So I'd say I'm more invested in my blankets than most." Amory grinned at Sorrel as he finished that thought, then he sobered as he moved on to the next question. "Love…. Is not something I've been fortunate in…. I do believe that real love is out there, but no matter what kind of love it is, that requires work. And, of course I believe that romantic love is not strictly between two opposite genders. I think the idea of that is ridiculous." Amory rolled his eyes at the idea that love would have such limitations. "And your last question…. I don't know… but I think… I'd like to find out…." Amory looked straight into Sorrel's eyes as he said this. "You're a wonderful person Sorrel. I personally don't think I would deserve you and that you would be better off trying to find someone better than me, but if you want…. I think I'd like to try and see if the love that's been eluding me… lies with you…."