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.)
( Sounds good! )
(There we go! See you there!)
(I think it's safe to bring this back here)
Amory looked up from his place crouched down on the floor of the bathroom, smiling as he fluidly stood up, grabbing a kiss from Sorrel as he set bottles and small containers of makeup on the counter next to Sorrel. "I'm glad you think so, but I'm really not." His eyes were sparkling, feeling happier than he had in years…. How had he forgotten what it felt to be truly happy? He grabbed the clothes he had grabbed for himself and started pulling them on.
( Mhm )
Sorrel tilted his head, and smirked. "If you say so.." He muttered, knowing that he'd never think otherwise of Amory. He blushed at a smaller thought, and shook his head. Sorrel then looked down at his hands. He didn't want to totally stare the whole time, so he had to distract himself from Amory. He played with his own fingers.
Amory finished dressing and set his leather jacket on a hook by the door, before coming back over to Sorrel, running his fingers over the skin of Sorrel's neck, tracing over the hickeys and seeing the color of his skin so he could match makeup as well as he could. "Alrighty. Time to give you a makeover!" he teased.
( gtg, will be back in an hour or four! )
Sorrel laughed, flicking Amory's cheek. "Silly, silly," He said, before laughing a few more times. Amory's tracing made him shiver, but only slightly. He was much more settled now than he probably would be ever again. "Really, though, thank you so much, you're such a big help," He mumbled.
(Byyyyyyeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!)
Amory chuckled. "Well, I caused the problem, so I should fix it. Right?" Then he pulled out some brushes. "Now! let's get to work!" And with that, he began attacking Sorrel's neck with the cold makeup and brushes. When he finished, he sat back and admired his work, looking very pleased with himself. "There we go! Take a look!"
( Back! )
Sorrel loved the feeling of makeup brushes, for some odd reason. Maybe it was because of Amory, he couldn't be sure. He turned towards the mirror, and he looked brand new, almost. "A-Amory, this is gorgeous," He said, breathlessly. "You did so good!" He exclaimed, marveling at Amory's work.
Amory smiled, pleased. "Thanks. I have a lot of practice." Then he started on himself, quickly covering up all marks but one, down lower that would be covered up by his jacket. "As soon as I'm done with this, I'll feed and water Whiskey, then we can head out to eat."