Prompt Fourteen and Fifteen: Drink and O Titania (Munakata Reisi)
Drink
Fushimi never drinks with Munakata because he feels his puzzle-fetish boss would be ridiculously uptight as a drunk but surprisingly he's been surprised and this night has gone from bad to worse to holy shit.
Ten minutes ago Munakata and Fushimi were locked in an argument at a local bar. Fushimi had thrown something somewhere and Munakata looked so goddamn smug he had to place his fist in that face and see what he thought then.
That was then, this was now.
Now they were locking lips, trading saliva and whispering mumbled phrases to each other as hands traveled to places untouched by the other and Saruhiko groans because for something that felt so wrong it feels so good.
A muffle cry of pleasure just seems to run out of Saruhiko's mouth and he can feel that smug grin on his own lips and he bites at those stupid stupid sexy lips his are connected too.
Another chuckle from Munakata was they break for just a minute, before realizing how far this may actually go. Munakata seems to be a bit cautious but the seriousness in Fushimi's eyes drive him to smirk as they connect once again.
They wake up the next morning with two large hangovers, bodies intertwined and Saruhiko's shrill scream.
O Titiana
At first glance, he hates Munakata. At second glance, he still really hates Munakata. At the third glance, he's less annoyed at least. Munakata follows him now like a lost dog but instead of being lost he knows exactly where he fucking is and it pisses Fushimi off so much he wants to see if walking off a cliff will cause both their deaths and not just his.
He groans and Munakata just seems to be enjoying the torture. Why can't he ever catch a break with this asshole? Was it because he deserved it for pretending he didn't give a shit?
Probably not, Munakata was just a creepy motherfucker.
The bluet groans and he tries to ignore him but Munakata's taller and a bit bigger, so he can't and maybe that's what he hates most. He huffs to himself as he continues on his own path, not caring if anything happens.
He doesn't even seem to realize what he's doing until he's suddenly jerked back by his collar and actually lifted off the ground and he immediately struggles because he thinks he's being kidnapped but when he hears that stupid laugh that Munakata expresses, he calms down right there.
"Watch yourself, Fushimi-kun, you almost walked into traffic." The bluet is too stupid and distracted to even realize that that was exactly what he did and he groans in dissatisfaction.
"Yeah yeah…" He mutters as he's suddenly put down and he really could not give a fuck. Instead, he ends up walking across when the coast is clear and Munakata simply follows behind.
Maybe having a follower wouldn't be… so bad?