"You... you're drunk as hell..." Nicrom slurred, gazing at Laevis' wobbling posture. The shorter male grins at him, eyes lidded.
//suggestive
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Without warning, Laevis yanks him down, pulling him into a deep kiss. The alcohol in Nicrom's systems is enough to muddle his decision-making skills.
Fuck it.
The kiss quickly evolves into something steamier as Nicrom feels up Laevis' ass, pressing the other closer to him.
No words are exchanged, as if their bodies were acting on autopilot.
After all, the both of them craved for the touch of one another. For a long, long time now.
Laevis tugs at Nicrom's hair, moaning softly when the taller male responds by squeezing the inside of his thigh, hand dangerously close to his hardening dick.
In their drunken stupor, they find themselves on an empty bed, already stripping. Nicrom pulling off Laevis' shorts and his own pants.
Their intense make-out session continued, hands roaming underneath fabric and warm breaths shared.
Nicrom is ontop of his senior, mercilessly leading with hungry kisses. Laevis begs for more air, grip strong enough to nearly tear Nicrom's hair out.
Strong liquor mixed with the bitter taste of cigarettes mingles in the saliva shared between them both.
"O-oh—"
Laevis chokes out a moan as their hips brush against one another, Nicrom is made painfully aware of his erection and Laevis'.
"Haa... Nic.."
He's trapped Laevis underneath him, and the shorter male hooks his leg over Nicrom's, pulling him closer until their hips grind against one another. Only the fabric of their underwear is left between warm skin.
Nicrom wanted to hear him, more of his name on Laevis' tongue.
Supporting himself with his arms, Nicrom thrusted forward, grinding his crotch against Laevis. They're already both panting, briefs wet with pre-cum.
Sensitive... Nicrom thinks hazily as Laevis clings close to him, muffling a loud moan.
He wonders if Vis would be loud the entire time.