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It wasn’t often that Ango got dressed up, but going out with Oda was a special occasion.
They were planning on going clubbing. The whole club thing wasn’t Ango’s scene for the most part, but he did want to go out, and Oda suggested it. So, he was in the bedroom picking out an outfit. He wanted it to be revealing enough that Oda feels the need to stare.
After a bit of searching his closet, he found the perfect outfit. A tight pair of grey shorts that showed a lot of skin, and made his butt look bigger, along with a black top that hung off the shoulder and ended just above his bellybutton. Ango fiddled with it a bit, hoping that it looked good, before going to pull out some makeup. He rarely used any, but this felt like a good time too.
Applying some eyeshadow, blush, and crimson lipstick, he pulled the final piece on, that tied the outfit together. Platforms that went up to the knee, and were tightly laced. Pleased with his look, Ango walked out, and sat in the living room. Oda had told him he’d pick him up before they started the night.
It only took a few minutes before he showed up, and the shorter man smirked at being taller while wearing his boots. He was only an inch or two off from being at the same height as his boyfriend. Stealing a kiss, he went to grab his keys and phone.
“I’m all ready to go,” Ango smiled, taking Oda’s hand, and pulling him out, locking the door behind them.
“You look nice,” Oda complimented simply, his eyes wandering over the shorter’s body.
That earned him a soft chuckle, “Thanks, I picked it out just for this occasion. I don’t normally have a reason to wear stuff like this.”
“No problem,” the redhead still couldn’t pry his eyes away, “just glad I got to see you looking so hot.”
Ango’s face lit up, “You’re hotter!” he blurted.
Oda chuckled, before giving his boyfriend a kiss, “If you say so. Doesn’t make me think you’re any less hot.”
“You’re such a flirt,” he mumbled to himself.
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Upon arriving at the club, it was packed. They had to squeeze in, and then had to show their IDs to get drinks. Luckily, Ango always had his ID on him, and Oda just kept it in his wallet.
Starting the night with a light bit of drinking, they both went until they were a bit tipsy. Then, Oda dragged Ango onto the dance floor. Shifting their bodies to the music, it what could barely be called a dance. They both were laughing at their own poor dance moves, while unable to hear anything from how loud the music had gotten.
After a bit, they slipped from the dance floor to a wall, of to the side, and out of the way. That was where a drunk Ango grabbed Oda and pulled him into a kiss. The alcohol had ended up affecting him more than he expected earlier.
Oda didn’t complain as the soft lips pressed against his own, and then began to push Ango’s tongue into his mouth. It wasn’t the first time they’d had a kiss with tongue. However, as the kiss continued, Ango got rougher, and more passionate.
He seemed like he was going to try to go the full way in the public place. So, Oda pulled away, only for kisses to begin trailing along with neck. Lipstick stains were left across the skin, and Ango looked very pleased with himself when he looked back into the ex-assassin's eyes.
“You wanna go home, and take this all the way?” Oda asked, drunk enough to not be thinking about how he should put Ango to bed, not ride him in bed.
“Yeah, I want you, so badly,” Ango looked like he might start whining over wanting to get laid, so he was pulled out of the club.
Outside, the air had become chill, and Ango shivered, not dressed for the weather. Noticing he was cold, Oda put his jacket on him, smiling at how small Ango looked in it. He always liked seeing how his clothes hung off his partner.
When they ended up stumbling back home, they unlocked the door, and then sat beside it. Neither of them felt like walking any further, even if it was just to bed. So, tiredly, Ango locked the door, and snuggled against Oda. Peppering soft kisses against his neck, and smiling down at the lipstick marks left behind.
“So hot…” Ango mumbled, staring like he was enchanted.
Beneath him, Oda was resting his eyes, while still smiling and relaxing by the front door. Wrapping his arms around Ango he pulled him down. Collapsing against the solid chest, he curled up, and happily hoped they would have their fun in the morning.