bred to suffer in the dark

[text] Wao.

[text] Don’t be vulgar.

[text] For future reference, he’s my cousin. And I don’t enjoy his company much anyway.

[text] This is beside the point, but you’re the one who drops everything to get me off. At some point, I would think you would start ignoring me.

[text] I’ll change your name in my phone to Martyr, okay?

[text] I'll be as vulgar as I want, shithead.

[text] Speaking of, fuck off, we have an arrangement and it works out for me too. You're the only guy I know desperate enough to consider me an option, so I'll take what I can. Not like I'm busy much anyway.

[text] So stop getting weird ideas just because I was curious about what could have been a date, shit.

[text] Ah.

[text] I didn’t take you for the jealous type, Gokudera Hayato.

[text] Who knew your fragile ego could be rocked by seeing me eat near another person?

[text] Did you happen to make a scene? I want to picture it in my head.

[text] Fuck off, it's not like that, I don't give a shit what or who you do

[text] And I'm not jealous. Call it a scientist's curiosity, what the fuck does the UMA Hibari Kyouya consider mate-worthy?

[text] You're the one who expects me to drop everything any time you get a hard-on. If you're dating someone, that's that.

[text] No. Now I’m curious.

[text] Don’t blow me off.

[text] It's nothing, I thought you saw me too. Shit, now it's gonna sound like I'm stalking you-- which I'm NOT

[text] I had a little extra pocket money so I went to a real restaurant for once, that place a few blocks down from the school. Saw you there, looked like it was a date, I dunno.

[text] Go ahead and let me know when you get serious so I can get back to doing something worthwhile with my time.

The prefect sighed, retracting his hand and settling back into his spot on the couch. “Nevermind. I’m not interested in that sort of thing. Let me know when you sober up.” Recrossing his legs, he grabbed a folder of paperwork off the arm of the couch, flipping idly through it.

"Hah?" he said smartly, confused for a moment until it clicked. What a stickler for the rules... for once it wasn't something to complain about, even if Gokudera didn't think he was that drunk. It was kinda nice to know that Hibari wouldn't get handsy when he really was too drunk to protest.

With a quiet grumble that wasn't quite displeasure, he wiggled a bit and zipped up his pants again, considering his options before returning to a previous state, and flopping right against Hibari's arm again. "If I'm not sleeping with you I'm gonna sleep on you." He then promptly slid off of Hibari's arm and into his lap. "...Right. Like that."

"I’m not horny,” Hibari spat, squeezing somewhat roughly and revelling in Gokudera’s uninhibited reaction. “I’m bored. There’s nothing else to do, and I know you’re useless to fight when you’re like this.” He paused, seeming to remember that ah, right, Gokudera was actually intoxicated.

"…How drunk are you?”

He grunted and leaned his head back, letting out a slow exhale at the sensation. Geez, bored was even worse than horny, at least horny could be a compliment. "How drunk..? Uh, I dunno.." He took a moment to try to pinpoint a reasonable way to describe his level of intoxication to someone who didn't regularly drink. "Drunk enough to think I'm happy, so.. pretty damn intoxicated. Why?"

The prefect sighed, shoving Gokudera over on the couch and straddling his hips. “You’re going to make me do all the work? You’re rude.” He got straight to business, yanking Gokudera’s zipper down and shoving his hand into the bomber’s pants. “At least try to stay lucid, alright?”

It wasn't like they weren't well-acquainted with each other's bodies, but god damn did Hibari move fast. This was a way better reminder than any fake-nice act could be that this was exactly what their relationship was and would always be: Hibari's hand down Gokudera's pants out of nowhere like it was a normal goddamn thing to do.

He failed to suppress a shiver and tried to fight down the now even more incriminating heat on his face. "I.. okay?" he offered weakly, not sure how much he could be expected to do while this intoxicated. "The hell even gets you horny? I made a bad joke."

asstroids

Whats red and bad for your teeth?

asstroids

a brick

aimozz

well you’re not wrong

#about gokudera

Hibari snorts and shakes his head, smiling to himself. Wao. He had really given the bomber a scare, huh? Good. “You’re so stupid. Either close your mouth or put it to good use.” He uncrossed his legs, shifting his feet apart on the hardwood floor.

"Fuck off, man, I'm drunk as hell," he complained, climbing back up to sit on the couch as the blush started to recede a bit. "If I tried that now I'd sooner bite it off than get you off. And not even on purpose. You wanna do me I won't stop ya, though."

#shut up king twink #no one wants to hear your shit

ostracizedpoodle

You’re all twinks get over it

Hibari smiled softly, draping an arm around Gokudera’s shoulders and bending his elbow to pat the silverette on the head. He ruffled the other boy’s hair, leaned in, and pressed his lips gently to Gokudera’s forehead to speak.

"No, not even a little. Get off my couch."

His face fell out of its drunken grin at the soft gestures, wondering if perhaps he had fallen on entirely the wrong person, but no, he knew Hibari, even while not entirely sober. So instead he stared with a look that was part worry and a small part fear, until he felt the kiss on his forehead and his whole face lit up red all at once as he flung himself haphazardly to the ground, staring incredulously up at Hibari. "Sh-shit, don't be so convincing next time, you scared the hell outta me!"