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[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

Given that he would be the one driving them, Samuel didn't plan on drinking much. A beer or two wouldn't really have any sort of effect on him. No, thanks to family functions and far too many frat parties he cared to remember, he'd grown quite the tolerance for the stuff. Through the years he found that he didn't really care for beer, save for a few handful of brands. Anything else was along the lines of flavored Vodka, Irish Whiskey, and Scotch. Ordering a berry Leinenkugel for himself, he turned to Micha to see if he wanted anything as well. He watched the male recite his order. The woman behind the bar nodded and left them for a moment to gather their order. Samuel took the brief amount of time to look around the bar. It wasn't incredibly crowded, which he was glad for, but there were some people lingering about tables, playing pool, and darts. Hearing the low thud behind him he turned back to the woman smiling and thanking her. Picking up the bottle from the counter, Samuel took a small sip. He took another glance around, quickly spotting a free table in back. Nudging Micha in the arm, he nodded to said table, pushing away to make a beeline for it. Settled in back near the table was a jute box, currently blaring "Bad Moon Rising" by: CCR, and two bar chairs. Samuel set his beer on one as he moved around the table, passing a cue stick to Micha while he racked up. "I assume we're just playing for the fun of it?" he said, glancing up at Micha. "No bets or anything?" Not that he would mind. Losing a few bucks was like losing pennies to him. Unless Micha wanted to get interesting with his bets, then that might require a few more beers. Right now he couldn't think of anything good to bet. Were he still in his college days he'd probably dare someone something immature like streaking across campus, defacing one of the busts in the common room, or putting up for bet some prized possession like a new car or keys to the family vacation home. All pretty immature, but well worth the risk now that he thought about it. Samuel went about collecting balls that lay scattered across the table and in various pockets. When he was done he went over to the wall, grabbing a cue for himself, and going back to his beer.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

" When it came to alcohol, Micha wasn’t into frilly drinks. He preferred Jagermeister, Stolichnaya Gold Vodka, and Jameson Irish Whiskey. His tastes ran toward the German and Russian side when it came to drinking. He finished giving off his order as he leaned against the counter. Micha looked around taking notice of the few people in the bar. He heard the noise as their bottles were placed on the counter. Micha turned back to thank the bartender as he picked up his drink. He took a sip tasting a hint of clove and vanilla in the beer along with something else he could never pin down. As he stood there, Micha soon felt Samuel nudge him. He glanced toward him as he watched him soon walk off to head toward a pool table in the back. Micha pulled away from the bar and followed after Samuel. He passed by the jute box taking note of the music, it wasn’t to his liking so he ignored it. Micha continued by as walked toward the table. He took the stick from Samuel as it was handed off to him. Micha took a few more sips from his drink before setting it down on one of the stools. He laughed softly hearing Samuel speak. ”Sure, it can be friendly….Unless you want something?” Micha asked smirking at Samuel. He didn’t mind a casual game but he couldn’t help but find amusement in betting either; after he knew where betting had lead them the first time."

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

Samuel didn't mind the music as it blared behind him. It was the old stuff. The stuff his parents would force upon him during long car rides. The stuff that had long since grown on him despite years of claiming to never liking it. In the end he could probably sing along to more oldies songs than he could ever confidently name the band or song name that went with it. Soon finishing racking up, he grinned as Micha laughed and questioned him. He took a moment to rack his brain for anything. As of nothing he had everything he wanted. Micha was his boyfriend, he could sleep with him whenever he wanted so that was no good either, and he didn't feel like betting anything humiliating. Other than that material items weren't needed, not to mention Micha had such a lacking of material items that it would be unfair to bet anything. "Nah, friendly works for me. Besides, other than yourself, what could you possibly offer me that I don't already have?" he replied smugly. Taking another sip from his beer, Samuel stepped back up to the table, removing the rack and setting it aside with the other cue sticks. Assuming no bets would be made, at least for this round, he motioned toward the table allowing Micha to go first. Samuel stood back a respectable distance while he observed with the cue in one hand and his beer in the other.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

" When it came to music, Micha’s varied. He didn’t enjoy the sound of Rock, Pop, or Metal. His preference leaned toward classical after all it was more calming to him. Micha didn’t like music with words. His only tolerance of new was probably Apocalyptica. He enjoyed the sounds of the fast paced cellos. Micha watched as Samuel finished setting up the balls. He held onto his stick as he stood there. Micha heard Samuel laugh as he spoke. He knew betting was no good between them. Micha had nothing Samuel wanted and there was nothing he could give him. Samuel had too much to want anyways. He listened as Samuel spoke and couldn’t help but laugh. Micha shifted as Samuel motioned him toward the table. He moved evaluating the table as he held onto his stick. Micha moved heading toward the other end where the white ball where held into position. He leaned over as he moved it a little before moving into position with his stick. Micha analyzed the table as he stood there with the stick in hand. He glanced at Samuel curiously. ”It’s true that I could offer you nothing but myself…but I can also take that away.” Micha spoke smirking at Samuel as he teased him. He shifted the stick taking aim as he watched the balls at the other end. Micha struck out hitting the white ball watching as it took off flying down toward the other end and hitting the balls. He watched as they took off it different directions around the table. Micha was lucky on his first hit. He pocketed the number twelve purple stripped ball. Micha waited for the balls to still before moving toward the white ball on the other side of the table. He took aim and hit again trying to pocket the stripped number fifteen ball but was not lucky this time in his shot. Micha finished his set as he moved away to allow Samuel his turn. He shifted walking toward the bar stool he left his beer on. Micha grabbed his beer picking it up taking a drink from it. "

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

Samuel's taste in music varied. There was the stuff his parents made him listen to, the stuff his brothers couldn't get enough of during the 90's and early 2000's, and then there was his own brand of music; his taste lied in just about everywhere regardless of genre or language. If the beat was good enough to keep him from wanting to press the skip button on his phone or iPod every five seconds that was all that mattered. Samuel moved to lean back against one of the stools, enjoying the last few guitar riffs of CCR and the view of Micha walking around the table. He snorted a laugh and childishly stuck his tongue out at the male. "Oh yeah, I'd like to see you try." he replied, taking a quick sip of his beer. He highly doubted Micha would be crazy enough to bet himself. Even if he did it wouldn't be a bet he'd accept. Because unlike Micha he had no problem admitting that he was crazy about him. Being away from him for too long was both boring and lonesome. These last few weeks he'd looked forward to meeting up on the weekends and occasionally seeing him at the club. Though he didn't control Micha, he wasn't about to so easily let him deny those few meet-ups. Finishing up the last of his beer, Samuel sat back quietly watching as Micha took his shots. When it was soon his turn Samuel set his empty bottle off to the side and moved to walk around the table. "So hypothetically speaking, what exactly do you mean when you say you'd take yourself away? Are we talking no date? No sex? Or just no contact at all?" he asked curiously. Leaning over the table, Samuel angled his stick and took a shot. The white ball sped across the table knocking into the red striped eleven ball and causing it in turn to nudge forward the orange number five ball. The ball only rolled as far as to the edge of the upper left pocket but failed to fall in. Samuel shook his head, not a good start. Stepping away from the table, he motioned Micha for his turn and went to lean once more against the bar stool.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

" As he spoke, Micha heard Samuel laugh hearing him snort as well. He glanced toward him watching as he stuck his tongue out childishly at him. Micha knew his words were probably meaningless to Samuel. However he could only agree in a way. He had grown too fond of Samuel to keep away. Micha couldn’t last a day without speaking to him much less seeing him. He finished with his shots as he shifted to sit on his bar stool. Micha sipped on his beer while he waited for Samuel to take his turn. He watched as Samuel moved around the table. Micha listened as Samuel spoke. He smirked lightly at his words. Micha thought about Samuel’s words as he sipped on his beer. ”Hmmm…Probably sex…because we both know I can’t stay away.” He spoke watching as Samuel took his shot missing his mark. Micha shifted out of his seat as Samuel motioned him to take his turn. When it came to Samuel, he couldn’t keep away but sex was something he enjoyed with Samuel but it wasn’t mandatory between them. He set his bottle of beer down as he moved toward the table. Micha made his way toward the white ball which was in position with one of his next balls. He leaned over the table as he took aim at the stripped number fifteen ball again. Micha took his shot this time hitting his mark again. He looked around the table for the next ball as he moved into position. Micha took aim for the stripped number fourteen ball. He missed once again this time, causing him to sigh softly as he finished with his turn. Micha moved away from the table. "

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

Samuel didn't think the males words were meaningless. Sure he laughed and poked fun, but he wasn't stupid. He knew better than to simply brush them off completely. Especially after yesterday's little stunt he took them with a grain of salt. He liked to think that Micha wouldn't be done with him so easily, but there was no telling honestly. If something like yesterday happened again he could almost guarantee that he would no longer be calling him his boyfriend. Although missing his mark, he couldn't help beaming up at the male when he spoke. "That we do." he teased, pressing a peck to Micha's cheek as he passed. "Though it's not like I'm much better." Leaning against the stool he moved his empty beer bottle. Catching the eye of a passing waitress, he motioned for another. He then turned his attention back to the game. "Continuing with this hypothetical bet, just how do you intend to with hold sex? A month, week, or just the weekend?" he continued to tease. As much as he teased he was sure he wouldn't mind the break. After all sex wasn't a top priority it was just something that seemed to often happen. To him it was just seemed like a normal healthy honeymoon phase. He remembered it happening with a few of his other relationships as well. While some were able to survive it, others....well it wasn't as though they ended immediately but it did prove a bit of a challenge once it past and reality set in. Thus just another reason for why he had remained single for so long after his last relationship. Just as Samuel was beginning to settle in to watching Micha kick his a**, he couldn't help but smirk as his next his missed. Moving away from the stool, he looked over the table to find his next move. He moved around the table finding his first target; the blue number two. Leaning over the table, he angled the stick and took a shot. He stood back watching the ball shoot across the table and knock against the ball, sending it into the lower right pocket. Satisfied, he moved around again, looking over and taking the chance again at the number five orange ball. The white ball gave a small bounce when he tapped it then moved across the table, completely missing his mark. Samuel sighed and then moved out of the way for Micha to step up once more.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

" There were many things that people didn’t understand about him. Only a handful of people understood him. Micha didn’t mind that fact. He found it amusing to watch people try to recognize when he was joking and when he was being serious. Micha liked to joke and tease; it was one of the things he enjoyed about being with Samuel. He could be himself without being judged. Micha also appreciated that Samuel could tease him back just the same. There were few things he was serious about but it was hard to tell if he was ever serious. He had told Samuel once that he could easily disappear if he wanted to. Micha was serious about that; he could drift away from Samuel lift without a word and never look back. He didn’t like to play games when it came to relationships. Micha knew what he got himself into when it came to Samuel however he also knew it would also go so far. He was playing a very dangerous game of Russian Roulette at times when it came to being with Samuel.

Hearing Samuel speak, Micha smiled lightly at his words. He knew that he was probably clingy when it came to Samuel but he couldn’t help himself. Micha felt Samuel’s lips press against his cheek as he passed back him. He nodded as Samuel spoke, ”Mmm..True enough.” Micha spoke smiling at him. He watched Samuel waiting as he ordered another beer. Micha shifted as he stood there. He heard Samuel speak and couldn’t help but laugh softly. ”Are you saying I need to withhold sex?...Have you been that bad?” Micha asked teasing Samuel as he smirked at him. He watched as Samuel took his turn. Micha sipped on his beer as Samuel knocked a few balls into pockets before finally finishing. He shifted as he stood up moving toward the table with stick in hand. Micha looked over the table analyzing his chances. He leaned over taking aim at the white ball to hit the number thirteen ball however he missed it watching as the white ball slid past knocking into another ball that wasn’t his own. Micha sighed as he moved away from the table. "

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

Samuel liked to think that to an extent he understood Micha. There were of course always going to be moments such as now. Moments that he would forever question if he was being absolutely serious or just plain ******** with Samuel to see what sort of reaction he would receive. For all he knew it was a bit of both. Which was fine for the most part. It reminded him how much he should treasure their relationship. That at any given moment Micha could very easily decide he's had enough of his bullshit and move on to someone else. And who could blame him really? Between having their relationship being kept secret, an impending marriage, ex-lover drama, and a homophobic family Samuel wasn't exactly looking like boyfriend of the year.Thinking on it he felt a bitter laugh bubble up in his throat but passed it off as a cough. If Micha was going to leave him, it would be better to just be upfront about it. Rather than to just drift away without even so much as a good-bye text. Get it over and done with. It didn't have to be fancy or like something out of a movie. Just something that wouldn't leave him with another grudge against another ex-boyfriend.

Smiling back at the male he nodded quietly. He knew how obsessive he could be. It was almost scary how close they'd grown in such little time. Sure they had already been acquainted somewhat being officially getting together. But it wasn't even until a few weeks ago that he even really started to learn anything about Micha. Before that all he really knew was his name and how he took his liquor at the club. Now they could barely keep their hands off one another. Strange how things work out in life. While he awaited for Micha to take his turn, a waitress soon came over with his second beer. He quietly thanked her and passed over the empty bottle which she took in return for his beer. When she was gone he heard Micha speak, laughing at the odd question. "Not at all." he replied, still laughing a bit. "Let's just say I'm curious. For whatever reason I might piss you off in the future or I do loose a bet, and sex is what you choose to withhold. Everything else is fine; kissing, holding hands, all that jazz. But no matter what you refuse to sleep with me. So for future reference how long should I expect to not be able to sleep with you?" It seemed like a legit enough question, especially if he ever did get bored enough to try and make such a bet. He saw no harm in knowing the full extent of the conditions if he ever did. Though he wouldn't put it past Micha to ignore his curiosity and let his thoughts fester. It could be a day, a week, or even a couple of months if he so wished. All just to see Samuel squirm with the anticipation of not knowing.

Taking another sip of his beer he watched as Micha leaned over the table and took aim. His eyes followed the ball speed over the table, missing it's mark completely only to hit one of his own. Smirking a bit when Micha sighed, he set down his beer and stepped past the male to look over the table. The ball Micha had hit wasn't too far off from a center pocket but with the current angle of the white ball there was no way he could hit it. He took a moment to scan the over remaining balls, at last deciding to try for the maroon number seven ball.Thanks to the white balls current position Samuel had to angle himself oddly over the table. He took a breath and hit the ball, straightening as it moved across the table, bouncing off a wall and rolling toward the lower left pocket where it collided with his mark. The maroon ball budged forward and landed right in the intended pocket. Moving around the table, he set up for his next shot. Like his last turn, he failed to get the ball to his intended target, getting the angle all wrong, and almost pocketing one of Micha's balls.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

" When it came to Micha he could be selfish at times but wasn’t cruel enough to leave without a word. There were few in the past that he had left without so much as a good bye but that wasn’t the case with Samuel. If he were to ever leave, he would tell Samuel goodbye but only on his terms. He may play it off as if he didn’t care when it came to Sameul but he cared too much really. It was odd but Samuel was probably his first serious relationship if he could call it that. He had spent more time with Samuel than he ever had with his other boyfriends within the first two weeks, when they weren’t together.

As he spoke, Micha heard Samuel laugh at his odd question. He laughed softly as Samuel spoke. Micha had something in mind but kept quiet about it knowing it hadn’t been Samuel’s fault. He didn’t need Samuel hating himself after all he knew Samuel already felt bad about the other night. He listened as Samuel spoke and smirked lightly. Micha knew that withholding sex was all he could do against Samuel, though he wasn’t sure if Samuel would be affected by it.

He shifted a little as he took his turn. Micha thought about the question as he took his turn. He knew he couldn’t keep sex off to short or too long. Micha wasn’t completely needy but still he knew on his own he would slip up. He finished taking his turn moving away so Samuel could take his own. Micha moved toward his seat as he picked up his beer. He finished it off setting it aside as he watched Samuel take his turn. Micha watched as Samuel maneuvered himself to try and pocket a hard target. He smiled lightly as Samuel pocketed the first but missed the second. Micha shifted off of his seat as he moved forward to take his turn. He glanced toward Samuel as he analyzed the table as well. ”So in case you do piss me off…I’m thinking a week is a right fit for you…A weekend is too short and a month is just too long.” Micha spoke smirking at Samuel.

As he finished speaking, he looked over the table again. Micha leaned over the table to take aim at the white ball. He took his shot watching as the ball rolled across the table heading toward the number thirteen ball again. This time watching as it struck and rolled toward a pocket. He shifted positions moving toward where the white ball had rolled after striking the thirteen ball. Micha took aim again as he eyed number twelve. He took his shot again and watched as the white ball struck out hitting number twelve only to have the ball bounce into one of the sides. Micha frowned lightly before moving away from the table to return to his seat. "

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

When it came to his own past lovers, Samuel preferred being upfront about ending things. No matter how badly someone may have screwed him over he took pride in having that bit of closer. As painful as break-up could be he'd rather his partner be upfront and simply tell him that it just working. He had too much going on in his life to factor in all the annoying what ifs and question himself where it all went wrong. Breaking up was stressful enough. There was no need for the crap that left people physically and emotionally drained for weeks and months on end after the initial break-up. He liked to think that he and Micha wouldn't be breaking up any time soon, but if he did he hoped he could do it with the same amount of respect that he'd shown them this entire relationship.

Casting aside any further unwanted thoughts of breaking up Samuel focused his attention on what was in front of him. He patiently waited to see if the male would answer him. He knew it was a bit of an absurd question but he was now curious. Sure right now while they remain enjoying their honeymoon phase it felt like such a punishment was impossible. But what about later? Say when he was gone on business or too busy for Micha. He studied the male carefully while he thought it over. Samuel could practically see the gears moving in his head. When he gave his answer some moments later, he felt more light hearted laughter bubble in the back of his throat. He couldn't argue his logic. A weekend most certainly was too short. Especially if he really did manage to piss him off to that extent. And a month was rather cruel. The only way he could see Micha depriving him for so long would be if he really ******** up; say he stood him up one too many times or forget something important like a one year anniversary.

"Seems fair enough." he replied, nodding his head a bit before taking another sip of beer. "Okay so while we're on the topic of punishment are there any other forms I should be made aware of? Say for example I'm working late and can't meet for a date. Or I miss something like your birthday. What would you do? Or should I just mentally prepare for whatever punishment you come up with on the spot and hope it doesn't involve taking a trip to the hospital when you're done?" As the words left his mouth he knew how odd they must sound. But honestly he'd never thought to ask how his ******** might be received. Instead he'd sort of just started letting his mind take a turn for the worst. Leaving him to agonize over things that may or may not happen. Take this morning for example. He was almost positive Micha was going to ignore him and probably send him some half-a** break-up text. A sort of cruel yet ironic way of telling him that he was just as disposable. Luckily he'd dodged such a bullet, but he also knew that had he come any later that very scenario could have been made a reality.

He continued to sip his beer while watching Micha take his turn. He didn't have to wait long. Samuel couldn't help the small smirk that graced his lips when Micha frowned down at the table. Though it was supposed to be a friendly match he could feel a bit of competitive nature stirring inside him whilst the game continues. Setting the half empty bottle aside, he stood to take his turn. He first let Micha pass before coming to look over the table. There weren't any great shots to be made as many of the balls were now grouped together or pushed into a tight spot that would make pocketing any of them difficult. He walked around the table twice before deciding on his mark. He wasn't expecting to pocket this one but he at the very least wanted to get it away from the tight spot it currently sat in. Leaning over, he angled as best he could without disturbing any of the other balls and took a shot. The ball rolled slowly, nudging his target forward only to have it stop short in the middle of the table. It was as he expected. Free of the surrounding balls, but no dice in sinking it.Stepping away from the table he came back to his stool.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

" To not say goodbye would only be too cowardly of him. He wasn’t cruel enough to hurt Samuel like that. If it had been any other person, he wouldn’t have given it any thought but not with Samuel. For now there was no reason to think of breaking up. He saw no need for punishments either. Micha could think of far worse punishments then no sex if he wanted to punish Samuel.

As he spoke, Micha watched as Samuel seemed to find amusement in his logic. He could understand after all it did make sense in a way. Micha smiled as Samuel spoke. He listened as Samuel spoke questioning him again. Micha couldn’t help but laugh at his words. He found them amusing curiously wondering how many times Samuel had ended up in the hospital over a simple punishment. Micha shifted to take a seat on the stool. He motioned for a waitress to bring him another beer. Micha returned his attention toward Samuel. ”If I were to punish you Samuel…There’s likely a chance you wouldn’t know it…and I’m not likely to tell you how I will punish you if I intend to either.” He spoke giving Samuel an honest and truthful answer.

When it came to punishments, Micha didn’t believe in physical harm. He wasn’t heartless like that. Micha was more about the silent yet effective punishment. Seeing the waitress return with his beer, he thanked her as he took his beer. Micha pulled money from his wallet as he paid her. He returned his attention back toward Samuel as he finished his turn. Micha slipped away from his seat as he moved toward the table. He leaned over the table taking aim at the number twelve ball he had not pocketed before. Micha struck the white ball watching as it roll across the far end of the table toward the number twelve ball hitting it. He watched as the ball bounced and roll slowly toward a pocket only to have it stop inches before entering it. Micha sighed annoyed a little with his luck for the game. He knew they were playing friendly but he couldn’t help but be competitive either. He moved toward his seat picking up his new beer and taking a few sips from it. "

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

As luck would have it Samuel had not yet been sent to the hospital via an ex-boyfriend. But he had come very close to to sending a few there himself. When it came to getting screwed over Samuel was never good at keeping control of his temper. Thus it made him somewhat curious to know what Micha would do if the tables were turned. This wasn't to say he was already planning his next great fight or anything. But he thought it might be nice to know what he could possibly be in for. He watched the male for a moment before he spoke. If ever he needed convincing to not screw Micha over, this was it. His words left him strangely curious to know more but he thought it best to leave it at that. Otherwise he feared Micha might think he actually was looking for punishment.

"Alright, alright. I get it. I promise I won't purposely ******** you over.....that is unless you decide to ******** me over first." he said, a small smile spread across his lips. Moving back to his seat, Samuel watched Micha take his turn. He was amused to see him get annoyed at his playing. It was the first time he'd ever seen his competitive side. It was kinda cute. Just so long as he didn't turn into one of those competitive assholes. Setting his beer aside, Samuel came close to the male, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Poor pitiful Micha," he teased. Leaning close he pressed a kiss to his lips.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

" There were few punishments he ever delivered. He didn’t believe in punishments but did believe in karma. Micha believed that if people treated him poorly, it was only fair he do the same. He didn’t think he would have to punish Samuel but that was for now. Micha didn’t know what things would be like in a few months. He was content with how things were with Samuel. Sure they got bickered a little but nothing major. As he spoke, he watched as it almost struck Samuel speechless. He couldn’t help his words. Micha meant them though he hoped he never had to do anything against Samuel after all he knew it would only be paid back in full.

Hearing Samuel speak smirking lightly at his words. ”Mmm. I would never…Unless you give me a reason too.” Micha spoke teasing Samuel. When it came to being competitive, he was hardly anything but. However sometimes it would show if it came to something he enjoyed. Pool was a game he liked to play however only for the fun of it. Although he could become competitive if the game was played against another who played just as good as he did. As he finished with his turn, Micha sat on his stool. He couldn’t help his behavior as the game was changing a little. Micha watched as Samuel walked toward him. He set his beer aside as Samuel stood before him slipping his arms around his neck. Micha laughed lightly rolling his eyes as Samuel spoke, ”Pitiful my a**.” He spoke before returning Samuel’s kiss. Micha slipped a hand up toward Samuel’s waist as he held onto him as he kissed him. "

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Sɑɱυεƪ ᴊᴏᵴҥʋᴀ Ɖɑᴠіʂ
“Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."

For now Samuel had no reason to plot any sort of revenge schemes against Micha. They bickered and he let his temper get the best of him at times, but nothing more. Even if he were to do something like one of his exes did he wasn't sure he'd do anything. At best he would probably just break up with him and put him on the blacklist from entering his club. When it came to his exes, he preferred to have as little to absolutely no future communication. He liked to think that things would never happen to get them to that point, but who knows. He just had to take it one day at a time. Samuel snickered at the male's response, "Well so long as you don't try something like my exes did then we're good." he replied, half-joking. He doubted Micha ever would, but since they were on the topic of screwing people, he saw no harm in bringing it up.

Stepping up to Micha, he smirked while he rolled his eyes and teased him back. He closed his eyes as the kiss was returned. Smiling against his lips he kissed him again before pulling back. "I never pegged you for being the competitive type." he teased. Leaning forward Samuel took another kiss from his lips, nipping playful at his bottom lip. "So, would you prefer next round we make a small wager? Say twenty bucks, no hand jobs for a month, something small that neither of us would really miss. What do you think?" Samuel didn't really care if they placed bets or not. For now it was more fun just watching Micha get flustered and tease him about it.