OHGOD WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN-
Tyki couldn't keep the smug grin from his face as Bookman pushed him down against the bed, already pulling at the collar of his shirt. "My my, a bit of vim and vinegar, old man?"
"Shut up." His voice was vaguely irritated and incredibly distracted.
He chuckled, low and in the back of his throat as his hands ghosted through the older man's clothing, running along his back and tracing the many scars there. The redhead shivered in response and nipped harshly at the Noah's neck, earning a slight groan as Tyki tilted his head back.
Really, he should of thought of getting drunk with Red ages ago. It'd taken a bit of convincing, sure- and a lot of pacing, definitely; the Bookman couldn't hold his liquor in the slightest. But they both seemed much more inclined to think along the same wavelength when they were thoroughly, simultaneously smashed.
The swarthy man took hold of the bottom of the other's shirt and pulled it up, using Choice to slide it off more quickly. "Cheater," Bookman growled, not especially concerned as he raked a hand through the Noah's curls, thumbing open the buttons of his shirt and sliding his hand beneath the fabric.
"You like it," he answered with a crooked grin, rolling back against the other's touch encouragingly.
Now where was he? Oh yes. Getting drunk with Red. Definitely one of his finer ideas, if the current situation was anything to go by. And it wasn't as if this was the first time, or that either of them were particularly drunk at the moment- liquor had just been the initial catalyst. Tyki chuckled at the thought; despite the twenty years that Bookman had on him, he'd acted just the same as the virgins he'd deflowered. Not that Tyki was normally all that interested in men in such a way, but-
He groaned blatantly, back arching as Bookman smirked against his skin.
-But goddamn if the man wasn't a fast learner. And there was absolutely no risk of attachments forming, another added bonus. He brought a hand up to rub the back of the other man's neck, searching for just the right spot. He smirked when he found it and was rewarded with a moan that was a delicious mix of frustration and gratification. Just because the redhead had become surprisingly dominant after the first few tumbles didn't mean he couldn't drive him up the wall in his own way.
Bookman responded with another nip against the Noah's neck, a hand sliding lower to his own waist. Tyki's smirk grew to an anticipatory grin. No, this had definitely been one of his better ideas. Regardless of whether he'd known it would lead to this or not, the point was it that had and he fully intended to enjoy it for all it was worth.
"Shut up." His voice was vaguely irritated and incredibly distracted.
He chuckled, low and in the back of his throat as his hands ghosted through the older man's clothing, running along his back and tracing the many scars there. The redhead shivered in response and nipped harshly at the Noah's neck, earning a slight groan as Tyki tilted his head back.
Really, he should of thought of getting drunk with Red ages ago. It'd taken a bit of convincing, sure- and a lot of pacing, definitely; the Bookman couldn't hold his liquor in the slightest. But they both seemed much more inclined to think along the same wavelength when they were thoroughly, simultaneously smashed.
The swarthy man took hold of the bottom of the other's shirt and pulled it up, using Choice to slide it off more quickly. "Cheater," Bookman growled, not especially concerned as he raked a hand through the Noah's curls, thumbing open the buttons of his shirt and sliding his hand beneath the fabric.
"You like it," he answered with a crooked grin, rolling back against the other's touch encouragingly.
Now where was he? Oh yes. Getting drunk with Red. Definitely one of his finer ideas, if the current situation was anything to go by. And it wasn't as if this was the first time, or that either of them were particularly drunk at the moment- liquor had just been the initial catalyst. Tyki chuckled at the thought; despite the twenty years that Bookman had on him, he'd acted just the same as the virgins he'd deflowered. Not that Tyki was normally all that interested in men in such a way, but-
He groaned blatantly, back arching as Bookman smirked against his skin.
-But goddamn if the man wasn't a fast learner. And there was absolutely no risk of attachments forming, another added bonus. He brought a hand up to rub the back of the other man's neck, searching for just the right spot. He smirked when he found it and was rewarded with a moan that was a delicious mix of frustration and gratification. Just because the redhead had become surprisingly dominant after the first few tumbles didn't mean he couldn't drive him up the wall in his own way.
Bookman responded with another nip against the Noah's neck, a hand sliding lower to his own waist. Tyki's smirk grew to an anticipatory grin. No, this had definitely been one of his better ideas. Regardless of whether he'd known it would lead to this or not, the point was it that had and he fully intended to enjoy it for all it was worth.