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

(Hey, sorry I wasn't here yesterday, my mom decided to take me and my siblings fabric shopping at the last minute. So I ended up skipping school yesterday.)

( Exciting, and it's no worries, you're fine <3 )

Amory hummed a bit before answering, "I like anything and everything. Except Biographies. Particularly autobiographies. Can't stand 'em. But everything else, I like to just browse through the library or bookstore and read whatever catches my eye." Amory rolled the two of them over so Sorrel was lying on top of him. "So, plan sounds okay? We can also just do whatever comes to mind throughout the day." Amory smiled up at Sorrel.

"Of course it does, Amory. Everything you say sounds good." He snorted after that, laughing quite brightly in comparison to his other laughs. "I love this, Amory, I hope we stay like this forever." He whispered, a soft kiss to Amory's neck following. "It's getting late, and if we don't sleep, I bet we'll be tired, or at least I will." He mumbled.

Amory smiled, nuzzling Sorrel's nose quickly. "Just trying to please you." He laughed along with Sorrel, eyes sparkling with happiness. "I hope we can stay like this too…" he murmured. He shivered at the kiss to his neck, before nodding. "Yeah, you should get some sleep. I'll be right here. Wake up when you want to. I… I love you…"

Sorrel whispered, to Amory, then. "I love you too, see you in the morning." His eyes closed, and this time, his dream was good. He dreamed of how the next day was going to go, and all good things were in his mind. Amory had cured him, and it seemed to be a great miracle. Warmth and steady heartbeats resonated in his body, and all was good with him.

Amory sighed in relief as Sorrel seemed to sleep well. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through Instagram, waiting for morning to come, cuddling Sorrel tight against his chest protectively.

Sorrel snored, softly, as he completely drifted away from his awareness of the world around him. He was only sure that Amory was there, and nothing else mattered.

( Time skip to maybe 6:30 a.m. ? )

(Yeah, sure. Also, Amory didn't sleep all night because he has clinical insomnia. Just throwing that out there if you want to play off that… wink, wink)

( Oh my GOSH, literally Sorrel's opposite! Even more cute omg omg )

(grins)

Amory was shifting around, trying to get comfy as the sun slowly started to peek in the window, still scrolling through his phone, dark bags under his eyes. Hmm, maybe he should go to the bathroom and cover them up with make-up before Sorrel wakes up…

Sorrel rolled over, and a soft 'mmf' sound inseminated from him. His hair was messy, and strands of it were practically everywhere. He lazily looked at Amory. "Hi, Amore." He purred. It was an interesting play on the guy's name, a French reference to a very special word. He blushed a little, and his vision settled itself down. "You look dreadful, like, absolutely stunning but tired as hell.." He muttered, not even holding back.

Amory smiled at the new nickname, running his fingers through Sorrel's hair, finger-combing it down. Then he groaned at the last comment. "ugh, I was hoping I could sneak to the bathroom before you woke up so you wouldn't have to see this."

"It's fine, I promise you I get it." Sorrel said, immediately. I truth, he really didn't. He'd never had one of those things in his life, but he tried to sound sympathetic. He brought himself to sit up, and a little of the pajama shirt sat up, revealing a small portion of his lower belly. "You're still handsome~" He whispered, leaning his head on Amory's shoulder.

Amory chuckled at this and poked at Sorrel's exposed bellybutton before sliding his hand under Sorrel's shirt, resting his palms on the other's sides. He purred, "And I'm not nearly as handsome as you~…" He sat up and lightly began kissing Sorrel's neck. "And… I really liked that new nickname…~"

Sorrel giggled softly, before another sound took hold of his vocals. "Oh really, Amore~" He muttered, right into Amory's ear. He let Amory's hands rest where they were, he really favored it. His blush decided to come back for a round two.

Amory ended up groaning softly at this, leaning up to kiss Sorrel deeply. "Yes~ I love it~…. Say it again…." His face was hot and his hands roamed around Sorrel's skin.

(I gtg to trade school, later!)

( See ya Whisper! )

Sorrel decided to make it even more hot. "Amore… Amore… Amore~…" He repeated the word, multiple times, melting into Amory's kiss. Sorrel kissed him back, taking a much more prominent stand. He pressed his lips, hardly, sweetly to Amory's, and followed his actions with a jaw kiss, and a neck kiss.

Amory groaned and pressed into Sorrel, panting as Sorrel's lips traveled down to his jaw and neck, his head becoming foggy with the pleasure of Sorrel's love. "M-maybe you should st-stop. I don't think I-I'm gonna be able to control myself….~"

"What's a little loss? I think you want a little more…" Sorrel purred. He entwined his legs with Amory's, and brought his face closer to his. "What do you think about that… Amory..?" He said, softly, pressing his body a little stronger against Amory's.

Amory's face was flushed, and his head was spinning. "I-I don't want t-to…" he gulped. "I don't want to h-have you do it with m-me…. and have you re-regret it…. later…" Oh, but he wanted him. He wanted him sooo badly… It was apparent by the way his body pressed back. How his soft whimpers slipped out when Sorrel entwined their legs. Aaand…. more apparent by a lump in his pants.

( This is a really bad time for me to have to gtg, I'll respond in an hour!! )

(Oof. Okies, see ya!!)

( Hot new pfp <3 )

Sorrel gently brought Amory's chin closer to his face. "I have no regrets. I'm a man of the spur of the moment. No matter what you throw at me, no matter what you do, I'll never regret it, oh Amory.." He whispered. Another kiss. He couldn't control himself, and he could tell Amory was fighting himself. "Let yourself go, uncage the thoughts inside.." He muttered.

(Thanks! I thought it was cute. And should we have Amory say no and continue keeping this to a lime, or do you wanna take this to the PMs?)

Amory's fingers were gripping Sorrel's shirt tightly, trying to keep himself contained, and Sorrel wasn't helping. Not at all. Did he really want this or was the other just high on hormones and wanted anyone? Anyone at all.

( Honestly I think it's gotten PM worthy, but that's up to you. I don't make decisions often enough for this- )

(Are you comfortable with taking this to the PMs?)

( I am! )

(Ok, I'll start the PM, then it's your turn.)