Post-party nonsense.

[mightstealyrcar]

[It's good thing the Ryokan's in Mizusato, Matt thinks, because it cuts way down on the amount of time he has to spend being mortified. And he is embarrassed, but treacherous giggles keep trying to escape at how fucking silly it is to be carted home slung over Elfangor's shoulder.

Though maybe all the wine has something to do with that'kay, I'm

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[hirac_utzum]

[Elfangor catches that giggle, and he grins even as he makes a show of thinking about that.]

Hmm... I could.

[He shifts to readjust his hold on Matt, conveniently taking the opportunity to grope at him a bit, and his grin grows into a smirk.] But I would much rather carry you the rest of the way home like this.

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt is hyper-aware, as if he could forget in this position, that he doesn't have anything on under the dress, and squirms a little.]

Could you. Do it faster?

[hirac_utzum]

[He's halfway tempted to take his time in getting them home, but he can't stand to tease for that long, not with Matt squirming against him, and so Elfangor does pick up his pace.

And when they get home, they're barely inside the door when he lets Matt slide down from his shoulder enough to press him back against the wall, diving in to lick and nip and suck at that ever delicious spot on his neck, wanting to leave a bright mark, mine. Thinks he might have growled it aloud, but can't be sure, too focused on the taste of Matt and the maddening press of his legs around his waist.]

[mightstealyrcar]

Oh--

[Matt gasps, breathless from that determined assault on his neck (and on what little composure he has left), and grabs onto Elfangor's shoulders, nails digging in. Gotta be some kind of record, he thinks, for them barely to make it through the door.]

Guess I should-- go commando more often, huh?