Both is brain and his body were pooling into a foreign warmth, as it was his first time being so intoxicated. “I’ll give you my worst.~ And it’ll be your best.“ He knew it might be wrong and he might regret it in the morning, but with a hazed mind he extended his arm down to latch onto Stings wrists, holding them above his head. "Ya wanna fucking fuck? I gotcha I gotcha.” He body moved down to lay across the other, moving upwards to have his teeth drag across the exposed neck of the white slayer.
He groaned and pushed his hips forwards, nearly growling against the others neck, “I do want to. I want you."
Heaven. He was in heaven. A fuzzy and buzzing heaven, but heaven nonetheless.
"Oooh~ Gettin’ all metaphorical on me? I dunno what ya just said but just give it to me~ Roooogue~” He chuckled and flashed a drunken grin at the other. His head flopped as the raven took hold of his wrist and he smirked, giggling like a small child. “That~ ahaha~ tickles~ Ryos~” He flashed a toothy grin as he used the others childhood nickname. Childish, drunken giggles left his mouth as the Shadow Dragon Slayer dragged his teeth along his neck, “Ahaha~ get me good Rogue~ But can you beat a Master and a King~? You up to the shall~en~ge~?" His hand reached to cup under the other’s groin and squeezed, "Cause I sure as fuckin’ hell am~! eee~" Oh he was gone. So very gone. Would he egret this? Only getting drunk part. "So, cover me in your shadows…..Rogue.”