Dead Drunk [AO3]
Armand/Daniel 5261 words Explicit but also fluffy and playful, you try to write Drunk Armand and get him to stop laughing
Apparently we're doing Smutty Saturday today here on armandblr, I don't know what happened.
This was an attempt to fill this prompt from the VCKinkMeme Blog wherein Daniel and Armand get vampire drunk in New Orleans and fool around.
Excerpt to entice you to read, I guess:
Before Armand could react, Daniel bolted, running across the street and past the group who had accidentally bumped into them just moments ago. It must have taken Armand a second to register what was happening because Daniel was a full block down the street before he heard Armand behind him. He started to make some quip about slow pokes when Armand barreled into him, pouncing on his back like a deranged jungle cat.
Daniel flew forward, landing on the pavement so hard that if he’d been mortal, he’d definitely have broken a rib. The air was knocked from his dead lungs and he laughed silently, gasping for breath. Armand laughed too, the sound melodious and sensual, even as pain radiated through Daniel’s arms and chest.
Armand sat on his back, cracking up like it was the funniest thing he’d ever done. Some asshole walking by made a quip about idiot tourists and Daniel flipped him off.
He tried to stand but Armand held him down against the ground. “Let me up,” Daniel demanded.
“Perhaps,” Armand said. His fingers danced along the back of Daniel’s neck. Daniel’s cheeks burned as people stared at them, stepping around them to pass. Luckily this street wasn’t super crowded but they were getting plenty of strange looks.
[Ao3]
