[As delicious as that friction was it was a little awkward to stay steady on your feet with a drunk boyfriend and some whiskey in your system. His wandering hands made his skin break out in a wave of goosebumps and he couldn't help but to hum in return. If they could find a good, sturdy wall or something they could get all hot and bothered, but not standing in the middle of the street.
He breaks the kiss, panting softly but not stopping the other from exploring under his clothes. He lets off a soft chuckle.]
As fun as this is being naughty out in the open, maybe we should try to get home?