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Ango and Oda had just finished drinking at Lupin for the night. The latter was wasted, and there was no way he would be able to walk home, as he usually did. While the former was sober, as he needed to drive home.
“Come on, I’ll drive you home,” Ango refused to let Oda stumble off down the street.
“Thanks,” Oda simply responded, stumbling a bit as he got into the passenger seat.
Ango slipped into his seat, slamming the car door closed. Turning the key, he put the car into drive, and then drove out onto the road. It was rather empty, as was expected of a road past midnight. The silence was pleasant, and Ango wondered if Oda had fallen asleep from how quiet he’d gotten.
Looking over briefly, he found the red haired man tiredly looking at him. He blushed slightly, turning his eyes back to the road. Now aware that Oda was watching him, he was blushing, and it made focusing a little harder. So, he drove a bit slower, and did his best to not glance over.
It was difficult to focus, but he forced himself to. Driving them out to Oda’s house, which was a bit out of the way. He always found it much more peaceful there, with it being avoided by all people. Ango had never asked why Oda was feared, assuming it would be one of his stories that is unreasonably dramatic.
Pulling into the driveway, Ango parked the car. It was obvious that Oda was still kind of out of it. Any sobriety he’d had when they left the bar was long gone, and Ango worried he’d have to try carrying Oda into the house. He could, if he tried hard enough, but he didn’t really want to.
“Hey, we’re here,” Ango told Oda to see if he’d react.
“Don’t wanna go yet,” Oda drunkenly leaned over, his head resting on Ango’s shoulder.
A blush erupted across Ango’s face, and he tried not to tense up. He hadn’t expected Oda to move at all, and wished he’d stop feeling so embarrassed about just being leaned on. It wasn’t like he wanted to become flustered, but there was something about the older man that made his heart flutter.
“I’ll walk you in,” he offered, hoping Oda would move, so they could make the short walk to the door.
“Not yet, gotta tell ya something…” Oda’s cheeks were flushed when Ango glanced down.
Ango blinked in confusion, not sure what he was about to be told, “Um, what is it?”
He felt the head on his shoulder move as Oda sat up, “I like you.”
“Huh?!” his face lit up with blush, before he could try to rationalize that it was just drunk ramblings.
Without warning, Oda leaned into his space, and pressed their lips together. Ango was so caught off guard that he didn’t even think to kiss back before the redhead pulled away. What he did, he didn’t think before doing. Grabbing Oda by the sides of his face and pulling him back for a proper kiss.
Softly pressing their lips together, and not wanting to pull away. He didn’t know if he’d get another chance because Ango worried Oda might have not been serious. In the morning, he may regret it, or not remember it, and he might never get this chance again.
Savouring the kiss as much as he could, Ango clung onto Oda. Only pulling away when he needed a breath. Sucking in some air, he looked at Oda’s lips, but knew that they couldn’t stay there forever. He was supposed to be dropping him off, and he knew he should do that soon.
“Oda, how about I take you inside now?” Ango offered, knowing he should just go before he wanted to take things further.
“Heh, okay,” Oda lightly kissed Ango on the neck, before opening the car door.
Staring, completely flustered, Ango opened his car door too. Going to the other side of the car, he led Oda to the front door of the house. Taking the keys from him, he opened the door, and helped Oda stumble in. After closing the door, Ango went to walk him to the bedroom, to make sure he made it to bed without falling over.
However, Oda had a different idea, pressing Ango against the wall and kissing him again. The younger squeaked in panic for a moment, before relaxing into the kiss. Resting his arms on Oda’s shoulders, Ango was relishing in the moment.
The kissing, and making out, went on for several minutes. Oda then trailed his kisses down Ango’s chin, slipping down to his neck, where he left kiss after kiss. To say Ango was flustered was an understatement. His entire face was burning, and bright red, feeling Oda suck softly on part of his neck, leaving behind a dark hickey.
“Mh, Oda, I need to go home and sleep,” Ango weakly spoke, not wanting to leave, but knowing he should before this went any further.
“Don’t, please stay,” Oda’s arms held onto him tightly, as he was picked up and carried over the older man’s shoulder.
Squeaking out in panic, he didn’t resist, “Oda, we have work tomorrow. I need to get home and sleep, plus you’re drunk, so I won’t have sex with you tonight. Maybe if you were sober, we could, but you aren’t.”
Ango was thrown onto the bed, and he hit his head against the pillows. Oda crawled into the bed beside him, hugging him, and resting his head against the younger’s neck. His warm breath fanned over bare skin, making Ango blush impossibly further.
“Oda, I really should go home…” Ango was going to keep speaking, when he realized Oda had fallen asleep.
The older man had happily fallen asleep once he’d gotten Ango into his bed. It felt strangely romantic to the younger, but he tried to ignore it. Knowing he was stuck for the night, and sighed and laid his head down, allowing his eyes to slip shut.