im sorry i know my writing isnt good but at least im conscious of this hhaha alright if youre here its most certainly not to hear me complain 'n everything so! i hope you enjoy this as its one of the very rare maoh fanfictions! im sorry its bad but fans will feed off anything when theyre desperate i know this trust me
Inukai isnt really certain of what he's doing anymore. His mind is foggy, and his hands are on Bartender's apron, tugging on it lightly. He chuckles at his own thoughts, and his hands trail down to rest on a strong chest. He finds it amusing, how he never actually took the time to ask what the cafe owner's name is. It has always been " hey, Bartender", and will probably never change. Although everything does seem funnier now that he is drunk as fuck, from the weird shape of the bottles to Bartender's frown. The tall man opens his mouth to say something, but the poet's smile seems to steal his words away. The way he opens and closes his mouth is just hilarious to Inukai, and the young man has trouble holding back a mocking laugh.
- feeling nervous tonight? He murmurs as best as he can, trying to articulate, which turns out pretty hard with all that fog in his head. He would like to whisper into Bartender's ear, for the mystery, but the day when he can reach said ear without a stool isn't close to come.
He frowns at that thought, his lips pouting in disappointment. Bartender does indeed look nervous, incredibly so, and Inukai laughs again, which doesn't seem to help whatsoever. So he climbs on the counter (oh my god, Bartender's FACE, he wish he could take a picture and print a thousand copies out), and at this point he's face-to-face with the older man. His mind is so foggy, so very very cloudy that he chooses to let his instinct take over. And right now, his instinct is yelling at him to make out very passionately with the person facing him. So, very obviously, he smashes his lips on Bartender's. The other man's eyes go wide, and Inukai cannot help but grin against his mouth. All of a sudden, something looks like it's giving in in Bartender's eyes. Strong hands take hold of his delicate hips, and from there, things just go as you would expect them to when two very drunk men who longed for each other for an eternity finally decide to let go.
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