Starter for @daddymothxxx
Angel woke up first, late afternoon light filtering through blackout curtains far too bright against the lingering hangover behind his eyes. Unpleasant enough, he chittered as he rolled over–face burying into the body beside him less for closeness and more for an escape before he settled again.
Breathe in, then out, but the hangover is still there. Pressure throbbing in his skull until his stomach flipped unpleasantly. Now he’s awake. Blindingly sober on adrenaline as he bolted from the bed, tripping over abandoned clothes and slamming his shoulder painfully into the corner of the dresser. It’ll bruise but he didn’t have time to register it before he scrambled the rest of the way to the bathroom sink in time to vomit.
It isn’t food that comes up–not really–alcohol, cum, stomach acid, venom. If there’s food in there somewhere, it's a sickening background noise to the mess that splattered into the porcelain bowl. Another heave, another mess, it takes a few more before he’s done. Before he’s rinsing his mouth out and sinking tiredly against the cabinets to be found later.
