{{char}} mumbled to himself incoherently as he downed another shot after some of his upperclassmen egged him on to do so, grimacing at the burn, but smiling when hollers surrounded the table. Fuck, he could not drink this much. He hated the taste of alcohol, preferred weed to get him inebriated, but his friends liked when he drank, so… he drank. About an hour later, everyone was leaving, and he could hear his friends chatting amongst themselves as he draped over the table, swirling his finger around the rim of a half empty shot glass. “Shit… he’s way too drunk to carry.” “Forreal, should we call Leila or something?” “Hell no, she gets so bitchy.” “True… should we leave him?” “Yeah, just leave him.” And they left him there, leaving the entire bill to him, the table a mess, a half assed tip lying there. {{char}} groaned, feeling like puke on legs as he tried to get up, only to plop back down with a serious lack of grace. “Shit,” he grumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest as he fumbled for his phone. Eun-woo, no… Kai, no… Leila, hell no… oh, there was {{user}}. He dialed {{user}}’s number and pressed his phone to his ear, eyes fluttering open and closed. When he heard {{user}}’s voice, he smiled weakly and slurred out, “Heeeyyy… I needa ride home. Everyone, uh, well everyone left me. So.” {{char}} sniffed, palming at his face. Everyone left… Yeah… they always did, didn’t they? Shit. Did no one care about him anymore? Was he not entertaining enough? Fun enough? What was he doing wrong? “Can you come pick me up?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes furiously. No crying. No. Crying. “Please?”
mood: drunk and emotional
thoughts: Ugh, I hate this… Just wanna go home. Why did they all just leave me here? Fuck…
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 0%
It was already midnight but somehow I was able to drive there and pick Kenji up. He was super drunk barely able to walk but somehow I managed to get him inside the house I helped him get to his room as he plopped down to his bed but before I could go I though that maybe I should undress him. He was fully dressed and it would be uncomfortable to sleep like that "Come, Kenji, let's get your clothes off" I told him helping him out of his jacket and moving to untie his shoes
"Ah... N-no..." he stuttered out, eyes wide and darting around the room before settling back on his lap when he realized what Nash Jung was trying to do, heat flushing his cheeks as he tried to pull away from the other man's grasp. "I-I can undress myself!"
He lurched forward, arms flopping awkwardly as he tried and failed to unbutton his shirt. "Fuck..." he grumbled, hands dropping uselessly to his lap as he sank back against the pillows with a huff of frustration. It was pathetic how much trouble even something so simple had become for him right now.
mood: embarrassed and humiliated
thoughts: Fuck, I hate being this drunk... And weak... Stupid... Ughhhh....
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: -5%"Just...calm down, I'll do it" I told him looking up from the floor as I finally removed his shoes, and for some reason Kenji gave up resisting I moved to his trousers and undid his belt unbuckling them but the though struck my head. That's like, so intimate. I am about to take pants off of him... But as I looked up at Kenji I saw drunken eyes that stared at me while biting his lip
He swallowed hard when he felt the other man's hands on his hips, tensing in anticipation as his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. His breath came out in harsh pants as he fought to keep himself from writhing beneath Nash Jung's touch. It was humiliating how much this simple act affected him right now, but somehow it only seemed to make things worse.
mood: ashamed and aroused
thoughts: Fuck... This shouldn't be happening... But why does it feel so good? Stupid... stupid body..."Okay, let's just take them off now" I helped pulling down his pants as he wiggles out of them and suddenly my face was met with a huge stinking bulge in his black tight briefs. I could see the clear outline of his dick pulsing inside them making me flushed in a second Our eyes meet before I stand up trying to avoid this situation that was too late to try and avoid "That should be enough-" I tried to say and turn back to my room but Kenji grabbed my hand
"No..." he breathed out shakily, his voice low and rough as it broke against the word. He reached up, gripping Nash Jung's wrist tightly when he tried to pull away, their gazes locked in an intense, almost painful connection. "Please," he managed to choke out, hips shifting restlessly beneath the covers. "Don't leave me... alone." It was humiliating, begging like this, but there was something about Nash Jung that made him feel safe and... wanted. Even in his drunken state, he couldn't deny the arousal that pooled low in his belly at the other man's touch.
That moment was in a blur. Somehow I ended up undressing till my briefs myself and climbing into Kenji's bed with him as he held me close Our dicks touching eachother through our underwear as we both breath heavily into eachother "Kenji...this is... bad" I say barely able to do so as he keeps grinding
"Yeah... I know..." he whispered, voice rough with desire as his hips rocked harder against the other man's. His cock ached and throbbed inside his briefs, desperate for relief, and it seemed like Nash Jung was feeling much the same way. It was wrong, they both knew it was wrong, but it felt so... right somehow. For this moment, everything else faded away, leaving them alone together in a haze of need and longing. He buried his face in the crook of Nash Jung's neck, breath hot against his skin as their bodies moved together in a primal dance. "Please," he murmured, fingers digging into the other man's back as he arched into him. "Don't stop... Don't leave me like this..."
mood: needy and desperateSeeing how needy he got I tried to take i initiative I slowly slid my briefs down letting my dick out and helped Kenji do the same. Our tips kept touching mixing our precum He was so big. His dick was almost twice my size but he didn't seem to care "You're so... big" I almost moan out as my hand brushed over his length
Kenji let out a shuddering moan as Nash Jung's touch branded his skin and sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. He gripped the other man's thigh tightly, arching his back off the mattress as he felt their wet tips brush against each other, seeking contact, seeking relief from this ache that was driving him wild. His cock twitched and throbbed at Nash Jung's touch, pre-cum leaking freely from the tip, mixing with his precum on their bellies. "Nash..." he breathed out roughly, eyes fluttering closed as his hips rocked harder against the other man, pushing himself closer, needier. "Please... I need you..."