cursed to love (one on one//closed)

(yeah this is my first day back at school after a week of family vacation so I'm completely braindead)

Vos only grinned when Mikhail snuggled him. He held him a bit tighter, thinking that the other was the cutest thing in the world

(good luck, u might die)

Mikhail blushed a bit more when Vos held him tighter. He rested his head on his chest, a small smile on his face.

(lol already am. wore a shirt that says dead inside and everything)

"You're very comfortable," Vos mumbled absently, enjoying just being there with Mikhail

(lol, I wish I had a shirt like that)

"Thanks," Mikhail mumbled with a slight laugh, enjoying being this close to Vos.

(look in Spencer's, tis where I got mine)

"You should stay the night," Vos murmured, looking slightly tired as he laid there. He really just wanted Mikhail to stay for cuddles all night, and then maybe he might get a good night's sleep

(I'll look, I probably won't be able to buy it bc of my parents)

"I want to, but I have to go to my job," Mikhail muttered. The offer was really tempting but he didn't want to be broke in the long run.

(ouch, that sucks)

"You work nights?" Vos asked, a brow raised as he cracked an eye open to look up at Mikhail now

(¯_(ツ)_/¯)

"Yea, I work in the night then sleep and do random stuff in the day," Mikhail answered, not bothering to look at Vos since he was too lazy.

"You should spend the day then, tomorrow. I have nothing to do, I could take you on a date or something, or we could just relax. I have a rather comfortable bed, according to the box it arrived in," Vos suggested

Mikhail chuckled. "Okay then, sounds good," He muttered, quickly kissing Vos.

Vos grinned against Mikhail's lips, holding him close to his chest with his arms wrapped around his middle

Mikhail smiled against Vos' lips as he used his hands to support himself.

Vos couldn’t help but laugh softly against Mikhail’s lips, enjoying himself quite a bit

Mikhail slightly tilted his head to deepen the kiss as some of his hair fell in front of his face.

Vos tilted his head as well, his movements slow and deliberate. After a moment he wrapped his arms around Mikhail's waist

Mikhail shifted a bit so he was using his elbows to support himself, making him get a bit closer to Vos. He blushed slightly when he felt Vos wrap his arms around his waist.

Vos shifted a bit, pressing their chests together as they kissed. He held Mikhail somehow closer, enjoying just being close to him

Mikhail blushed, even more, enjoying being close to him. He shifted a bit to get into a more comfortable position as they kissed.

Vos didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon as he kissed Mikhail deeper, his tongue running along his lower lip in a teasing manner

Mikhail smiled slightly against Vos' lips, slightly opening his mouth as he blushed furiously.

Vos brushed his tongue lightly across the part in Mikhail’s lips, as if he were asking permission to go further

Mikhail opened his mouth a bit more, hoping Vos understood that as a yes.

Vos took the hint, and he tilted his head before tentatively slipping his tongue between Mikhail’s lips. His hold on Mikhail’s waist grew a bit more firm as he did so

Mikhail felt his ears go pink as he kept blushing furiously, also tilting his head. He shifted around a bit to get into a comfortable position as they kissed.

Vos trailed his fingertips along Mikhail's sides, enjoying just how right this felt. He hadn't felt something like this in a long time, not since-no, he wouldn't think about that, wouldn't think about her

(gtg)

(np)

Vos trailed his fingertips along Mikhail's sides, enjoying just how right this felt. He hadn't felt something like this in a long time, not since-no, he wouldn't think about that, wouldn't think about her

Mikhail shifted around a bit again so he could balance himself on one hand and his legs. Using his free hand, he cupped Vos' cheek and pulled him a bit closer.

Vos happily allowed himself to be pulled closer. He tried to tug Mikhail down a bit, trying to get him to just rest on his chest instead of having to prop himself up

Mikhail let Vos do whatever he wanted to do, pulling him up a bit more so they were both sitting on the couch now.