his head hurts. a throbbing present at his temples that he didnât recall on the stumble over. the tug on gongmins lips that still refused to leave was more of a bother, his cheeks almost beginning to ache. but he likes to think he knows what sunnyâs thinking ( even though heâs likely complete wrong ) so of course, he refuses to drop his lips, just yet. alcohol had always been easier for him to handle than any kind of substance, though that didnât mean he wasnât a mess by the end of it, still. the way he had stumbled through the boys bedroom reminding him as much. what he didnât need reminding of however, was the damned activity in his pants he was trying very hard to ignore, although it wasnât a problem yet. because truly ? gongmin hadnât turned up for that ( not that heâd let sunny know as much, anyway ). heâd already been beaming from the minute sunny was willing to let him jabber on â- so when the boy finally cracks a smile, gongmin sure as shit feels slightly accomplished. smiles were not lost on him after all, apparently. the look alone settles well in his stomach ( heâs fond, dare he say it ) though not helping in other factors, so of course heâs quick to try and push all that away quickly. an idiot, he says ? lips quickly jut out, an all too dramatic a pout gracing his lips instead. â an i-idiot you havenât kicked out yet, j-just saying. â gongmin is almost smug, the grin quickly resurfacing all over again as heâs trying to get comfortable. heâs been in this bed before, but maybe itâs the layers of clothing and warmth between them but it feels different. or maybe sunnyâs just different tonight. his fingers continue to fiddle familiarly, this usually went differently, but gongmin usually wasnât the one drunk, either. â convey. t-thats a big word. but mhmmm. i d-donât ramble, i enunciate clearly !! â even he didnât believe that, but heâs standing by it. despite the laziness breezing through him, heavy at his eyelids despite the buzzing in his ears from the music previously, sunnys movement stirs him, eyes blinking a few times as heâs readying himself for whatever might come, and before even he knows it, a giggle is leaving his lips. pull yourself together, is all he thinks as eyes are narrowing to glance up at the pretty boy on top of him. watching greedily, he lets out a simple low hum of agreement. though sure to stay put, and not wanting to be rid of sunny too prematurely, a lazy hand adjusts the pillow under his head, grin ever present, before hands settle on the top of sunnys thighs tightly. â i t-think so, â the elder knows its a lost cause, but he tries to whisper again. teasing wasnât drunk gongmins style, but with hands locked where they were, the position working in his own favour too, heâd already taken many chances with the boy, why not another ? â what about this ? â is asked flatly, eyes still strong ( but far too fondly ) on him as hes arching up, bucking against them in just the right spot.
gongmin was drunk and sunny wasnât too keen on doing anything extreme with him tonight; but that didnât mean he wasnât allowed to tease a bit. or, perhaps, have a little bit of a taste while the other was here and underneath him willingly. quicker than he could of ever seen coming, sunny had found himself within the otherâs company at the beginning of the year and enjoying it, even when it innocently started off in their study hall together and was only quick snips here and there of annoyance and demands of a certain chair back. sunny would of never thought that theyâd end up here, and that heâd end up smiling over gongminâs drunk ass, or that heâd even be giving the other the time of day in the PREDICAMENT that he is in. sunny had a reputation for being a bit of an asshole and as well as partier; but even he wasnât on that vibe twenty-four-seven. none of the partying happened until his work was done. he was responsible first and foremost and perhaps that surprised those who didnât really know him that well -- but heâd be responsible here as well. not that he didnât think gongmin wouldnât be willing while  s o b e r ; but if things took a more heated turn he knew already in the back of his mind that heâd put a STOP to it before it got too far. it doesnât change the position he is in at the moment though, but it was innocent -- REALLY. his actions were more playful at the moment than sexual, and gongmin is giggling underneath him and sunny canât help the small breath of a laugh that slips from his own lips as well at the otherâs ridiculousness. âenunciate. thatâs a big word.â sunny finally responds back to gongminâs comment, smirking a little bit down at him and ignoring how his body seems to buzz at the tight grip of hands now grasping at his thighs. gongmin is attempting to whisper again, and sunnyâs eyes canât help but roll at the failure, about to say something in regards to it when suddenly the press of their hips together is cutting his words off, gongmin arching up into him and grinding against him causing him to lean forward just the slightest to catch himself, hands reaching out to grasp and rest on the others biceps for a little bit of support. he might of lost his breath a bit. might of. âyou wanna play like that?â sunny finally breathes out, head tilting to the side as his own fingers squeeze the muscle they are pressed against, his legs shifting and widening just the slightest to ease himself down and better against gongminâs hips. âi think you might be a little too drunk for that game, gongmin.â
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