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There's a hand fumbling at his pants and he feels the warmth of air against his skin and someone is rubbing circles around his clit and all the time the mouth continues at his shoulder--

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He thinks he might be crying he can't think he doesn't want to think it's so good

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The person stops sucking biting his shoulder, kisses his shoulder, and disappears.

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He stays slumped against the wall for a moment, two, while he remembers how to breathe, and then walks (stumbling, a little, there must have been more alcohol in that drink than he'd thought — or maybe he's just a lightweight, that would make sense, he's small and has never really had alcohol before —) back to where Asher is and curls up in his lap again. 

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"Have fun?" Asher says, petting his hair.

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"Yeah," he says, and shifts against Asher's chest (it's such a nice chest. Asher is so good.) and makes a soft little happy sound into Asher's shoulder. 

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"You had a lot to drink," he suggests, twirling Sasha's hair around his fingers.

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Oh. He only remembers the one drink but maybe he had more — or maybe there was more in it than he thought — 

"And I'm kind of a lightweight," he agrees. 

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Asher doesn't like lying to Sasha. But he doesn't know what Sasha will end up deciding happened if he doesn't and-- he wants Sasha to be happy, he wants Sasha not to be worried, Sasha would be so scared if he thought that his drink was drugged or he took something illegal. He just wants to nudge things onto a path where Sasha is happy and not frightened and had a good time.

In a few years he'll turn Sasha and then Sasha will remember everything clearly and they'll laugh about it. 

"Yeah, you had a couple of drinks, remember," he says. (He's not looking into Sasha's eyes.) "You're definitely drunk. Don't worry, you can have fun with the guys here, I'll make sure you're safe."

 

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"You're so good." Sasha's very cuddly. Asher is very warm. "'M glad I have you." 

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"You lost your shirt and your pants somewhere." Asher runs a hand along his stomach, his hipbone. 

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Another quiet happy noise. "Yeah. Guess I'm just kinda slutty." 

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Asher starts idly playing with Sasha's clit through his underwear, presses his lips against the back of Sasha's neck. 

"My hot slutty boyfriend."

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"Yours, though —" a gasp, and he lets his head fall forward — "always yours —" 

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"That's right," he says, "my Sasha-- my Sasha forever--"

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"Your Sasha forever. And my Asher forever." Asher is wearing a shirt. Why is he doing that? He should stop. Sasha's hands are a little clumsy because he's had so much to drink, but he's doing his best. 

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Asher helps take off his shirt!

"I love you so much."

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"Love you too." Asher is so solid and good. "Love love love." Sasha should kiss him. 

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Sasha should kiss him! And then maybe Sasha should slip down to the floor between his legs.

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Yes. Yes he should. What a good decision. He makes such good decisions. 

He kisses Asher's stomach and then reaches up to open his pants. 

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Asher's dick is familiar and hard and cold warm, so warm, because of course his boyfriend's dick is warm, why wouldn't it be warm. Maybe he's a little overheated.

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It's a really good dick. Sasha nuzzles it for a couple of seconds and then goes down as far as his throat will let him — it isn't very far but he's been getting better at this, he knows he has — the weight of Asher's dick on his tongue is familiar and good. 

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Sasha hears a voice say "that's not nice, share your pet human."

Asher's voice says, "knock it off, he's mine, get your own, there are enough blood dolls here."

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He isn't sure why it's a bad thing for Asher not to share his boyfriend but he pulls off just long enough to say "I can suck you off too," before sinking back down. 

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Asher pulls Sasha up into his lap.

"How drunk do you want to get tonight?"

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