In high spirits, the Goetia was dumped on to one of the many couches that lined the dance floor still giggling from the keg stand. This sure as hell beats the pants off all the stuffy parties he had been forced to attend combined.
It wasn't long after that he was joined by Blitzø as the patrons tossed the little imp next to him. You wouldn't hear any complaints from the prince as Blitzø wrapped himself around his waist and shoulders. Not for a second did he fear what the others might think about seeing them in such a vulnerable state. Something about the vibe here made Stolas feel comfortable being himself. The way Blitzø looked up at him, chin pressed against his plume made his heart do a backflip in his chest. What did they expect them to do now? Glancing briefly to see people entangled with one another, Stolas gathered what his booze soaked brain thought was what was most logical conclusion.
With the encouraging hoots from the onlookers, the goetia leans down to pick up where he had left off before he was interrupted, planting a sloppy wet kiss on the imp's lips.
If he were any drunker, he might have just stripped the owl right here - luckily he'd been having fun instead of trying to forget his woes, so instead just chased after the beezeljuice taste in Stolas' mouth and leaned into him. Fuck yeah, Stolas was getting the absolute sloppy from him, the roar of the party droning out as he dipped the bird to deepen the kiss.
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It wasn't long after that he was joined by Blitzø as the patrons tossed the little imp next to him. You wouldn't hear any complaints from the prince as Blitzø wrapped himself around his waist and shoulders. Not for a second did he fear what the others might think about seeing them in such a vulnerable state. Something about the vibe here made Stolas feel comfortable being himself. The way Blitzø looked up at him, chin pressed against his plume made his heart do a backflip in his chest. What did they expect them to do now? Glancing briefly to see people entangled with one another, Stolas gathered
what his booze soaked brain thought waswhat was most logical conclusion.With the encouraging hoots from the onlookers, the goetia leans down to pick up where he had left off before he was interrupted, planting a sloppy wet kiss on the imp's lips.
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