Quintus chuckled at Darrian’s steadying, yet teasing hands. He wasn’t really aware that he was having trouble going straight. The man tried to catch Darrian’s moving hands but was always a second too slow, missing them as they moved elsewhere. He held back a cough then cleared his throat.
For a second the world spun as Darrian pushed him towards the bed. He didn’t really resist but was surprised by the strength of the push. Quintus helped Darrian pull off the wrinkled shirt. The bite on his neck made him smirk. He brought his hands up, clumsily gripping at the young man’s thighs. Quintus felt his energy rise as Darrian continued to work.
The elf slid his hands up Darrian, grabbing onto the other’s arms. He flipped Darrian over so that the young man was lying on the bed and he was on top. Quintus’s hands began to pull at Darrian’s clothing. It was a very difficult task for Quin to pull off Darrian’s shirt. He swayed for a second as if he was going to fall over. It was as if someone had hit pause on a remote controlling Quintus. A loud yawn left his mouth and his eyelids fluttered, but as soon as he was done yawning he shook his head and snapped back to.
Leaning closer to Darrian, he nipped at the young man’s shoulder. He nipped a couple times before gently sucking the bite mark. Quintus’s tongue licked at the area of skin before leaning back up, he stared at Darrian for a short moment before leaning back down and nipping at the tip of the young man’s ear. He licked the length of the ear before whispering, “You’re so gorgeous.” His breath was short but his words surprisingly steady for how drunk he now was (though it very may well have sounded like ‘youerr shshoooo gorgeeush’ to Darrian).