I have finally followed in Chair's footstep and written drunk porn. <3 Enjoy.
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Snake had already taken a few too many. He could tell that from the slur, but he managed to turn off his mic in between the few words he trusted himself to say. Thank god that was trained into him when sober or he might have let a few things slip, or say, god forbid, “I'm Batman.”
The wind down wasn't much better, but Snake held it together as long as he could. He tried to answer everything truthfully, but his mind wandered to his warm bed and the promise of a soft pillow.
The fact the bed would be empty made him more sad that it should have.
That's how he ended up making the 20 minute trek, and here he was, drunk at Jund's door, and he couldn't find it in himself to be sorry.
“The hell Snake?”
“I wanted to be here. So I came.” He walked in, and Scott only moved, not able to truly grasp the situation. He wasn't much more than tipsy by now, but he was still confused. The larger man plopped down onto the sofa, leaning on the back and tilting his head towards the home owner.
“Bed are best shared Scott.” There was a hand gesture to get Scott closer, but the small brunette stayed where he was.
“Snake, you're drunk as hell.”
“Scott...”Snake refused to stumble, but he swayed on his feet, steadying himself before proceeding. His footsteps were determined, moving forward until he was close enough to place a hand on the smaller's cheek. “You're hot as hell.”
That hand shifted to the back of his head, pulling the younger into a kiss. It didn't stay closed mouth long, and Snake took the lead when it got more heated. Scott tasted like Coke, and Snake guessed he'd probably taste like the rum he'd had before traipsing over to the house.
“Snake...” The kiss broke quickly, but Scott didn't fight the hand cupping the edges of his hairline.
“Scott, I came here to be in a bed.” He drawled off at the end, letting the other guess how much of his eye dilation was from the drink and how much was from the thought of sharing a bed with the lithe boy.
He tugged on Scott's wrist, hoping that he'd follow Snake into the room where he knew Scott's bed to be, but not foolish enough to be positive that Scott would allow for anything else. He paused midway there at the thought of that. Of having come all this way and not being able to have the delicious boy in front of him.
Their lips met again, but this time, Snake made sure to get in a nibble behind his ears, while tweaking a nipple and cupping Scott's crotch at the same time. The boy's legs quivered so hard he'd nearly fallen over.
“Snake, I don't want you to regret this shit in the morning.”
“I'm more afraid of you stopping in before it starts.” He managed to get it out before marking a line down the pale brunet's neck, biting down hard enough to bruise but not break skin. He ground down into the smaller, and Scott didn't yell out or try to move, merely bucking back in kind, grabbing the bandana-ed head and pullng him back up for another scorching exchange while leaping up, wrapping around his hips with a single movement.
“You're sure you're alright with this?” God, he could feel the hard length of the other in this position, but he couldn't help his own body's reactions, so he thought it best to check. He slammed Scott into the wall, grinding up hard.
“I'm okay with it if you are.” Scott whined into the open air, making marks of his own around Scott's collarbone.
“You gunna be a shit about it tomorrow?” Snake's breathing was heavier as he dropped Scott down, but staying close enough for the younger to keep biting at him. He traced the shell of his ear with his tongue.
“Most definitely.” The buttons of his shirt popped off one by one and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of the pale smooth expanse. His hand kept moving, touching every inch that Jund would allow to be exposed and reveling in the feeling on the slightly chilled skin.
“Then I'm all for it.” Scott's nails helped keep him steady, and his body jolted at the sudden warmth from the wandering appendages. He kept pushing upwards, trying to rid the muscular man of his clothes, but the other a little too drunk to catch on right away.
When he did, he took off all but his boxer, mouth just as curious about the plotted terrain, finding what spot, upon biting, made the brunet call out and grind up uselessly.
“Shit, I never thoug-”
“Me either. But it's happening.” Snake almost threw the skinny jeans into the wall, belt buckle clunking against the plaster. Scott's boxers fluttered behind, not as heavy, but just as unwanted. He came up briefly, just long enough to glance about the room for some preparation. A bottle of lotion was in the corner.
“Be right back.” Snake didn't run, but he moved fairly fast.
“Nnnnnngh, just, just.” Scott didn't bat an eye as Snake coated a few digits, and he barely moved when the older spread his legs apart. He was prepared to feel an intrusion at his entrance, but not the warmth of Snake's mouth over his member. “Fuck!”
Snake worked fast, pumping the first while making use of his tongue, tracing patterns as he bobbed, and allowing for the short few pulls from Scott's hand in his hair. He could get all the way down, deep throating the entirety, so the hand that wasn't preparing for his entrance went up to rub at everything else above him.
He started to suck at the second finger, Scott barely noticing the change, arching into the waiting mouth and hoping for some sort of end to the escalating pleasure. Snake hardened at the loud moans, echoing off the walls and playing like a looped soundtrack in his ears.
The third couldn't be avoided, but Snake tried his hardest. He had manged to pinpoint the prostate, and that had him forgetting the pain so quickly, twitching at the closeness of his release. But Snake denied it to him at the last few moments.
“You fucking PRICK.”
“I'm not done with you.” Slicking up was brief, and lining up even faster. “Ready?”
“Do it.”
Drunk Snake couldn't take much care, the first thrust a little faster than it should have, but knowing to pause at its completion. Scott's head had dug into the pillow beneath it.
“You okay?”
“I'll live.”
“Good, because I'm not sure I can stop again.” Scott groaned, twisting his body and calling out to the white walls of his room. Snake pushed more forward, moving up to kiss Scott on the mouth, letting him taste his own precum on his lips. Scott didn't complain, only tugging at the short brown hair again.
“Fuck me. Hard.” His face had gone crimson, but the tipsy edge kept him from shying away from the predatory gaze. Snake obliged.
He snapped his hips out and in, Scott crying out but making sure to tack the word “more” onto the end of his declaration. His body responded quickly, trying to meet the strokes halfway by the fifth and succeeding by the seventh.
The heat from the drinks and from their bodies amplified, causing a shift in the angles to get comfortable, and Snake was drilling harder and deeper, and using his hands for leverage or grasping at the little available skin he could reach. Scott bit down hard into his shoulder and released, muffling his declaration into the now broken skin, tasting the slight metal tang of blood from the force. Snake had climaxed just when he'd drawn blood.
“Oh shit.” That didn't stop Jund from licking his lips, but he did run a hand over the wound, worried. “I'm so fucking sorry.”
“No big deal.” Snake pulled out, purposely tangling their legs together as he laid down. He didn't even move to touch the bite. “You're one sexy as vampire though.”
“Bastard.”
“Little shit.” Snake smirked. Scott's tongue flicked over his teeth to remove the red color. He looked worried.
“...Tomorrow?”
“We'll work it out then.” Which was as much answer as either of them needed. They kept close and cuddled.
