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A bottle of alcohol shattered onto the floor, it's shards flying everywhere.
Jiro had gotten ahead of himself and drank too much. He was unable to stand upright, leaning on the wall for support. Lopt noticed this whilst he sat at the table, a smirk appearing on his face.
"Aww~ Has poor Jiro had one too many..?"
All he got in reply was a weak groan.
Lopt stood up, wandered over and shoved his face just centimeters away from Jiro's, his hot breathe slowly disappearing and reappearing.
"Ngh... Lopt, I'm... I-i'm drained... god.."
"Holy Astraea, how much have you drank? You reek of booze. Not that I mind or anything.."
He paused, staring Jiro in the eyes, before cupping one of his cheeks in his hand.
"You're drunk, right? You're probably more intimate and you won't remember much of this. Sooo.. No fighting back from you, heh~~"
Lopt pulled him into a sudden kiss, Jiro barely reacting, unlike how he would have if he was sober. His face flushed a slight brighter tint of red (though it was mainly from all the alcohol he drank.)
He wrapped his arms around Lopt, attempting to try more of his sweet saliva, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Lopt started to moan softly, quiet whimpers escaping his mouth. He grabbed Jiro's jacket to stay balanced, trying to make out with him as hard as possible.
Eventually, they were both worn out, and took out their tongues, a thin line of saliva seperating on both.
"Lopt.... You...."
"Shhh...." He said, putting a finger to Jiro's lips.
"Don't tire yourself out, darling. I know you want more but.. you're a complete drunkard, I won't be able to resist if you don't hold back, ahah~"
Right on queue, Jiro lost consciousness in Lopt's arms, probably due to the exhaustion from the liquor.
"Ah...lets get you to bed then, I can't wait to see how pathetic you'll be in the morning..~"