Edward couldn't remember ever feeling like this and he certainly knew that he didn't want it to stop. He allowed Roy to put him on the table without any protest, not breaking his lips from Roys or moving his heads from his hair and the back of his neck. The blondes parted lips tried to follow Roy's for a moment when he pulled away until their foreheads were together. Ed's face was flushed, his breathing was more laboured than after their earlier fight.
I want you so badly... It sent shivers down Ed's spine as a soft moan escaped him. ...but not while you're this drunk. Ed whimpered a bit, but he seemed to accept defeat. He regretted the extra drinks, but at the same time, he didn't -- would the kiss had happened at all, if Ed wasn't a little beyond tipsy?
"Alright, you can win this one..." Ed had won earlier, so he'd consider this fair, for now. He slipped his arm around the waist of the other as he was assisted up the stairs, his legs a little bit more uncoordinated than they probably should have been, But Edward also had a prosthetic, which may have played a part. Something about the automail was mumbled under his breath as made it to the top of the stairs.
"Is it that I'm drunk, or you have a problem with Whiskey dick?" Oh, Ed definitely learned a thing or two while he was gone, teenaged Ed definitely wouldn't have had any clue what Whiskey Dick was -- There was a sloppy smirk on the blondes face when Roy would look at him. Ed was bullshitting, hed felt the other's erection against his leg, but the house felt eerily quiet even -- especially -- for a tipsy Edward. Leave it to Edwards banter to get bolder and slightly R rated when hed had some alcohol.
"Or do you just feel a little guilty for going for a guy you knew when he was a kid?" Eds grip on Roys shirt tightened, knowing dam well Roy could easily throw him off balance right now and given the direction his relentless teasing was going, Ed seemed to expect it coming. There it was, that trademark Elric shit eating grin.
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I want you so badly... It sent shivers down Ed's spine as a soft moan escaped him. ...but not while you're this drunk. Ed whimpered a bit, but he seemed to accept defeat. He regretted the extra drinks, but at the same time, he didn't -- would the kiss had happened at all, if Ed wasn't a little beyond tipsy?
"Alright, you can win this one..." Ed had won earlier, so he'd consider this fair, for now. He slipped his arm around the waist of the other as he was assisted up the stairs, his legs a little bit more uncoordinated than they probably should have been, But Edward also had a prosthetic, which may have played a part. Something about the automail was mumbled under his breath as made it to the top of the stairs.
"Is it that I'm drunk, or you have a problem with Whiskey dick?" Oh, Ed definitely learned a thing or two while he was gone, teenaged Ed definitely wouldn't have had any clue what Whiskey Dick was -- There was a sloppy smirk on the blondes face when Roy would look at him. Ed was bullshitting, hed felt the other's erection against his leg, but the house felt eerily quiet even -- especially -- for a tipsy Edward. Leave it to Edwards banter to get bolder and slightly R rated when hed had some alcohol.
"Or do you just feel a little guilty for going for a guy you knew when he was a kid?" Eds grip on Roys shirt tightened, knowing dam well Roy could easily throw him off balance right now and given the direction his relentless teasing was going, Ed seemed to expect it coming. There it was, that trademark Elric shit eating grin.