He chuckled easily. It was such an amusing thought, that they just became so preoccupied with kissing and touching that the fucking fell by the wayside. He wished it was something as simple as that. That was wholesome. Charming. He shoved the rest of the thoughts trying to form away, and he was drunk enough to get away with it.
"We'll just have to try harder." The words slurred together, the continued kissing making forming them correctly even more difficult.
"Think you're wearing too much, too." His hands fumbled at Fenris' waist. It would've been more suggestive with more dexterity. Instead, it felt like pawing. He found himself chuckling again under his breath. "Maker's breath, how much wine did we have tonight? I lost count."
He could taste it strongly on Fenris' tongue and his own. Still. He half imagined he could taste it in their saliva.
"I am," he muttered in agreement, though the words were not so clearly defined when they were mashed upon the lips of his dear friend. He felt so hot beneath his clothing, despite the fact that it was only a simple tunic and leggings. He wanted, no, needed his bare chest against Cullen's and was quick to tug at the fabric to yank it over his head.
It was lucky that Cullen was holding him because he nearly fell ass-over-feet when he got it caught around his head. But with a few more firm tugs it came loose and was dropped down to where his friend's shirt lay.
"We had--" he paused, blinked, his hair a fluffy mess around his face. He couldn't remember, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from Cullen long enough to count the bottles scattered about. So he simply shrugged before he launched himself forward and shuddered as his naked flesh connected with Cullen's. His hands cupped his face as the kiss resumed, then fingers dragged back to slide through his hair before he gripped the back.
He kissed him as if he needed to do so to breathe.
He laughed and held to him while he fought valiantly with his tunic and emerged victorious. Feeling him crash in against his chest was a relief, hot, flushed skin to hot, flushed skin. He wrapped his arms around him securely, mouth open and jaw working in the sloppy, ardent kiss. His teeth scraped his tongue, his lower lip, his upper. He couldn't stop himself from biting at him, although it wasn't rough.
"Sounds about right," he murmured belatedly. It didn't really matter. They had lots of wine. That was the crux of it. He encouraged his legs wider in his straddle of his lap so he could grind up against him.
He could feel his cock trying to plump. Dizzy desire was there, heat pooled in his belly and beneath his balls, but it was all through a wine haze. He didn't put too much thought into it. Rough hands dragged down Fenris' back to cup the firm muscle of his ass.
There was something undoubtedly wrong. Everything was perfect; Cullen, the kiss, his gorgeous body, his sexy voice, the way their bulges felt grinding against each other as Fenris angled himself just so. And yet, he felt hot, he felt ready, but he was not hard. Typically, at this point, his cock would have been attempting to burst forth at the very risk of the fabric that encased it. But not, even while his markings occasionally flared with obvious arousal, he was simply mashing soft-against-soft.
Apparently he was not the only one.
Undeniably, the familiar shock of heat went through him as his ass was grabbed, the feeling of wanting to be taken was obvious. Even so, no matter how much he kissed or writhed he could not feel himself lifting. He groaned in a mixture of arousal and frustration as he pushed against Cullen's chest, leaning back so he could intake some desperately needed air. His head swum as he looked down between them. The silent pause was almost deafening.
His fingers curled as finally he spoke, his voice low. "Have... we been drugged?"
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"We'll just have to try harder." The words slurred together, the continued kissing making forming them correctly even more difficult.
"Think you're wearing too much, too." His hands fumbled at Fenris' waist. It would've been more suggestive with more dexterity. Instead, it felt like pawing. He found himself chuckling again under his breath. "Maker's breath, how much wine did we have tonight? I lost count."
He could taste it strongly on Fenris' tongue and his own. Still. He half imagined he could taste it in their saliva.
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It was lucky that Cullen was holding him because he nearly fell ass-over-feet when he got it caught around his head. But with a few more firm tugs it came loose and was dropped down to where his friend's shirt lay.
"We had--" he paused, blinked, his hair a fluffy mess around his face. He couldn't remember, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from Cullen long enough to count the bottles scattered about. So he simply shrugged before he launched himself forward and shuddered as his naked flesh connected with Cullen's. His hands cupped his face as the kiss resumed, then fingers dragged back to slide through his hair before he gripped the back.
He kissed him as if he needed to do so to breathe.
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"Sounds about right," he murmured belatedly. It didn't really matter. They had lots of wine. That was the crux of it. He encouraged his legs wider in his straddle of his lap so he could grind up against him.
He could feel his cock trying to plump. Dizzy desire was there, heat pooled in his belly and beneath his balls, but it was all through a wine haze. He didn't put too much thought into it. Rough hands dragged down Fenris' back to cup the firm muscle of his ass.
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Apparently he was not the only one.
Undeniably, the familiar shock of heat went through him as his ass was grabbed, the feeling of wanting to be taken was obvious. Even so, no matter how much he kissed or writhed he could not feel himself lifting. He groaned in a mixture of arousal and frustration as he pushed against Cullen's chest, leaning back so he could intake some desperately needed air. His head swum as he looked down between them. The silent pause was almost deafening.
His fingers curled as finally he spoke, his voice low. "Have... we been drugged?"
Because clearly that was the only explanation.