[Stick around. Stick around. Does she actually want him to stick around? They're drunk, they're just drunk and stupid and fucking around.]
[...Could be nice to stick around.]
Yeah? How long ith thtick around? [He shifts his back up against her wandering palms, spine pressing up from beneath his skin. There's a part of him that's nervous of paying more attention to either one of her breasts, nervous of scraping badly with his teeth, but he still starts to tentatively kiss his way up one.]
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[...Could be nice to stick around.]
Yeah? How long ith thtick around? [He shifts his back up against her wandering palms, spine pressing up from beneath his skin. There's a part of him that's nervous of paying more attention to either one of her breasts, nervous of scraping badly with his teeth, but he still starts to tentatively kiss his way up one.]