Nothing. It doesn't matter, right? [ climbs into the carriage with him and sets him to his right, squishing him against the window. ] No need to talk about it.
No, you’re the drunkest I have ever seen you, Scara. [ he presses into him more firmly, smirk widening, though he’s trying to hide it. ]
Of course you do. [ shifts forward, so he can move his tails into scara’s lap… his hand finding his thigh and discretely rubbing him through his pants. ] Better keep it down though, or one of your unitmates may just hear.
[ that's cheating. He's too drunk to really protest and point out his unitmates are smart enough to figure it out anyway, so instead he bites on his lip, trying to keep quiet ]
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[ he's saying it in a petulant tone, and then he's leaning in to kiss his neck, licking at it and then biting ]
What do you think I said?
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You're so drunk. [ smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirks. ]
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[ he's going to try to pull him closer - which is easy, since he's already being squished against the window ]
I wand to sleep with you...
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Of course you do. [ shifts forward, so he can move his tails into scara’s lap… his hand finding his thigh and discretely rubbing him through his pants. ] Better keep it down though, or one of your unitmates may just hear.
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Fuck.
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[ he's going to reach for him, immediately trying to go for his pants ]