He makes an incoherent noise, not quite a moan, and nips their throat just below the hinge of their jaw. "It's you," he insist, although technically the biting is probably 50-50 between the drink and Ashton's presence. "You've got me compromised."
Maybe? If it's possible to get drunk on another person, Barcus is certainly doing his best to imbibe enough of Ashton to get there.
He does gasp at the feeling of falling back onto the bed on top of them. It's a greater distance for him than it is for Ashton, and for a second the sense of vertigo has him clinging, arms and legs tightening around them. He loosens up a little when he sees they're taking off their jacket, though, all too willing to enjoy that view.
"Would you really drag me into an alley?" He asks breathlessly, stroking their chest with the heels of his hands. "I should be mortified, but that actually sounds...hot."
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Maybe? If it's possible to get drunk on another person, Barcus is certainly doing his best to imbibe enough of Ashton to get there.
He does gasp at the feeling of falling back onto the bed on top of them. It's a greater distance for him than it is for Ashton, and for a second the sense of vertigo has him clinging, arms and legs tightening around them. He loosens up a little when he sees they're taking off their jacket, though, all too willing to enjoy that view.
"Would you really drag me into an alley?" He asks breathlessly, stroking their chest with the heels of his hands. "I should be mortified, but that actually sounds...hot."
This is probably more responsible, though.