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It wasn’t surprising that Oda was drunk.
Dazai had been over for a while, and the teen had insisted on bringing out the alcohol while they chatted. Ango was only buzzed, but still thinking clearly, as the teen had gotten up and went to the front door. He’d had to get up and lock the door after the brunette left, peaking outside to see if he was still nearly, only to see him sprinting down the road.
It was a peculiar sight, but Dazai was a peculiar boy. So, he didn’t think about it for too long, just brushing it off as another one of the things that made him peculiar. Relaxing onto the sofa, Oda leaning against Ango.
“So, what do you want to do tonight?” Ango asked, glancing at Oda.
“Watch a movie, maybe play some poker?” Oda hinted, hoping he’d go along with it.
Humming in agreeance, the TV was turned on, “That’s sounds good.”
Ango ended up choosing the movie, and it wasn’t long before they pulled the alcohol back out. Both of them being wasted wouldn’t be a terrible situation, as they were at home, and had nowhere to be the next morning. So, even after Oda was beyond wasted, every word slurred, and he looked exhausted, Ango didn’t take away the alcohol. He’d let himself get rather drunk too, not wanting to be sober while Oda wasn’t.
As much as he loves him, dealing with him while drunk, was best when also drunk. It kept Ango from questioning what he meant when he said something stupid. Which inevitably would happen, since it always did.
Oda, at some point, slumped over against Ango. At first leaning on his shoulder, before he went further, and ended up laying his head on Ango’s lap. He was smiling, a ridiculously dopey smile that spread across his face as he looked up at the younger man.
“You’re pretty,” he slurred, raising a hand to place it on Ango’s cheek.
That made Ango blush, his face already flushed from the alcohol becoming even more red. He looked towards the window, not wanting Oda to see how much he was blushing. Suddenly, arms snaked around his waist, and Ango looked back down to see Oda hugging him, and burying his face into Ango’s abdomen.
Lightly, Ango patted Oda on the head, playing with his hair, “You comfortable there?”
“Mhm,” Oda nodded to make sure his confirmation was understood.
Then, without any warning, Ango’s shirt was pulled up. He didn’t even know how he should react, as Oda seemed pleased to snuggle up against his skin, instead of being separated by the fabric of the shirt. Blinking in confusion, which was only heightened in his drunken state.
“What are you doing?” Ango asked incredulously.
“Warm,” he simply replied, looking at the soft flesh in front of him. “May I give kisses?”
That only made the younger man even more flustered, “Y-yes, you may.”
He wasn’t sure why he agreed, but he felt as Oda pressed soft kisses to his stomach. Before working his way up, removing Ango’s shirt, and placing it beside them on the sofa. There wasn’t going to be anything stopping him from peppering his lovely boyfriend with kisses.
Watching, with embarrassment growing every second, Ango wished Oda would hurry up and get to his lips already. He was to kiss him back, and then, maybe, convince him to stay up late to share cuddles and kisses. But, as Oda kissed his way up Ango’s chest, he slowly moved until he was almost sitting up.
Shifting, he moved his legs so that he could sit on Ango’s lap. Finally catching the other’s mouth in a gentle kiss. Not noticing the deep blush on his face, or how his brain was short-circuiting at this level of romance. It wasn’t often that they did anything like this, usually just sharing a few soft kisses. So, this felt like they were stepping into new, untouched territory.
Despite that, after a few moments, Ango gained enough confidence to kiss Oda back. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, and pulled him impossibly further into the kiss. He didn’t want to let go, although he knew they couldn’t kiss forever, as much as he’d like that. So, when they pulled away, both of them lightly panted, before slipping back into another kiss.
It was soft and passionate, their kisses full of love for each other. Eventually, they had to separate their lips for good. Tiredness flooding both of them, as Oda snuggled up against Ango. His face finding the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, and staying there.
Ango was looking down at Oda with a content smile. Glad that the redhead looked comfortable, and hoped that he wouldn’t be miserably hung over the next day. It always sucked to have to work while hung over, and Ango knew that Oda wouldn’t have a good time.
Moving a bit, and shifting his body, Ango laid down on the sofa. Oda was resting on his chest, and didn’t even seem aware of the change in positions. Still snuggled up, and holding onto Ango. Making sure that the position was comfortable, Ango moved a little more.
Pleased that he wouldn’t wake in terrible pain from the sofa, he began playing with Oda’s hair. The soft locks slipping through his fingers. It was mesmerizing, and after a while, Ango fell asleep with his hand still threading through red hair.