"You're hard." he slurred the words out with a drunken giggle, eyes sparkling in the sparse light of the bedroom as he took another swig from the bottle in his hands. He pressed up to Craig, hands fumbling awkwardly at his belt as he pressed heavy, drunken kisses to his neck.
Craig pushed him back, taking the bottle out of his hands and a drink for himself, "It's your fault, so you better find a way to fix it." he murmured the words out against Tweek's mouth, watching him drop to his knees and quickly unfasten his belt.