This isn't considered love. It's only the alchohol making us behave this way.

Milky white fingertips ghosted over the tan abs, smooth skin tracing over battle-scars. Scars that he had somehow managed to lose while his cohort kept them.

They wouldn't accept how we're behaving, the North and South generals... we'd be ruined. I'D be ruined.

Half-lidded teal eyes looked up into one amber eye, then closed as their lips made contact. He let out a soft hum, hands trailing back up to the other's shoulders as he shifted to straddle him.

Though... who's going to know? It'll only happen just this once.

A squeeze, a sigh, giving way to a moan as one rough hand ran up his thigh, sending shivers up and down his spine.

Things will return to how they were after this.

He purred as he was pushed down into the bed, nipping at the other's neck and squeezing his thighs against his sides.

This is nothing. Isn't it?