I Am Very Bored and Mentally Broken. Let’s RP! (Open O/O)

(Jump AT me… As in try to address me eith hostility.)
Samaeal got in the driver's seat, turning on an Alternative station, and grabbing Apollo's thigh. He chuckled, with delight.

(Still. That’s what I read, sorry,)

Apollo grasped Sam’s hand eagerly. Heat warmed up his neck as he tried to relax.

(Not to brag, but I can hold my own and take care of myself anyway.)
"Darling, you look simply erratic, are you okay?" Samaeal asked, squeezing his thigh.

(I wasn’t trying to say that.)

Apollo glanced at him. “I guess I could say that I’m excited.”

(OK.)
"Excited, eh?" Samaeal inquired, squeezing his thigh again. He was almost home by now.

(Sorry! Also, did you want to shift over to PM?)

(I'm not good at the intimacy part, but yeah…)

(We can skip if you want.)

(Up to you… I don't care, but the cringe…)

(Eh I don’t care. It’s up to you, bro bro)

Already done.

Bump

(What's up, Emi-chan?)
(Your move…)

(I guess I'll post.)
Samaeal huffed in the shower-steam of the bathroom, taking his small, white towel, and drying his hair, now very messed-up.
It's going to take forever to get it back up tomorrow. He whined, inwardly, as he started to get dressed.

(Oh, I’m sorry!)

Apollo slipped on his clothes, still shaking slightly. It had happened so fast… but he had to admit he did like the quicknes.

Samaeal walked out of the batheoom, buttoning up a new dress shirt.
"Doll, are you alright?" He asked, grabbing a hold of Apollo and supporting him.

Apollo wrapped an arm loosely around Sam’s shoulder and leaned into him closely. “Mhm… just… dazed… why did you get dressed?”

"Well, I have to go to work." Samaeal said. He tied his tie adeptly, kissing Apollo one more time before starting to leave.

Apollo clung to him. “Where do you work..? I don’t want you going…”

"I work as a freelancer. Just, whatever people need done, that's me." He said. "Why? Are you OK?" He asked, as Apollo clung to him for dear life.

Apollo tightened his grip on Sam. “Stay here… please…”

Samaeal kissed him on the forehead. Smiling a soft smile that rarely appeared on his face, and felt foreign.
"Yes, darling." He coddled.

Apollo just wanted to hug and be serenaded in attention from Sam. He kissed Sam’s cheek and tugged on his tie.
“Mmmmmmmmm! Do you have anything comfy to wear?”

Samaeal chuckled, wrapping one arm around Apollo, and sweeping one behind his knees, picking him up. He sauntered over to his dining room, passing the kittens. Then to his bedroom. It was very organized, with an expansive bookshelf, study to one corner, a laptop on the queen-sized bed, a resistance band, two 45 lb dumbells, and a pair of running shoes. He set Apollo down on the bed, taking out a pair of pajama-bottoms and a floofy robe.
"Here you are, Apollo." He said, handing them over.

Apollo took them gratefully and put them on unhesitantly. The floofy robe felt good and warm, as well as the sweatpants.

"Do you have any other requests?" Samaeal asked, curious. He took off his dress-shirt, revealing a grey thermal.

Apollo wiggled into the bed and poked his head out of the sheets, raising his arms.
“C’MEEERRRREEEEE!”

Samaeal slid into the sheets, with a bit of a sigh. He gazed into Apollo.
"What?"

Apollo set his chin on Sam’s chest. “I wan’ snuggle,” He demanded irrliterately.

Samaeal sighed, contentedly, kicking his shoes off under the covers, and taking off his belt.
"Yessir." He responded.