❝You’re so hot.❞ - Yugi, pxzzlepieces
Drinking Starters - Fluff/Fun || ✩
The bottle was a pretty gradient of pastel pink, peach, and white, it’s name a BRILLIANT holo-foil that reflected in the lowlight of Ryou’s living room space. The fruit liquor was sweet, DANGEROUSLY so, and while the pair had vaguely promised not to allow it’s deceptively harmless taste to overtake them, the temptation had evolved into an entirely different beast once that first glass had been downed. The entire bottle had been drained of it’s contents throughout the night, and while the silveret had been MILDLY drunk, he found that his company was far gone by comparison.
Yugi’s face spoke volumes, eyes heavy, lips curled into a wide and silly smile, and cheeks FLUSHED from the intake of alcohol– the sight made Ryou laugh into the back of his hand, finding it all too endearing. Perhaps he should have limited the other’s intake, seeing as how much smaller the game king was by comparison of himself; How much LESS it would take to be the cause of his undoing.
Those very spoken words– “You’re so hot”– only further supported Ryou’s assumptions.
“Adorable~” He cooed, reaching forth to give the other’s cheek a gentle touch, thumb smoothing over the BRIGHT pink surface with open amusement. “Simply adorable. That’s enough drinking for tonight, I’d say, Yugi.” The words felt heavy on his tongue, though not impossible to speak out. Logic was something easily retained, even in instances such as this, however more difficult it was to enact upon it.
The boy was heavy against him, having at some point decided to make his entire being his resting place for the night, though Ryou could hardly say he MINDED that fact. Though heard, Yugi’s words were mumbled and unintelligible, but from the manner the other’s face all but shoved itself against his chest, there was only one course of action to follow next.
“Let’s sleep now, love.” He murmured gently, fingers tracing LAZY shapes against the smaller’s sides. “You can sing your praises of me tomorrow.”
Another SLURRED series of mumbles, eliciting yet another bout of suppressed laughter from the silveret.
“You’re so drunk–!” His voice rose an octave, alcohol enhancing just how HUMOROUS it all was.
