He yelped and tried to roll away when Fred pinched him but for all intents and purposes he was pinned where he was at the moment. "Ow, hey, knock it off." he slapped that hand though given his state it was light and ineffectual. "Those are not fucking toys and don't call me baby like I'm some sort of chick." he wondered if he should mention that he was considering getting them pierced, but even mostly drunk he knew better as Frederick would be more likely to show attention to them if he brought them up. The last thing he wanted when he was dressed in only boxer shorts was for Fred to start playing with them like he had last time. The pair of them would get too excited.
Bryan rolled his eyes when Fred spoke again, ignoring the world spinning after he had done so. "And you're wanting something for your efforts huh? This ain't like porn man, where a guy saves a girl from a rapist and she turns around and lets him fuck her to show her gratitude. You sick fuck, you know trying to fuck me like this is still rape because I'm not sober enough to consent."
But he was suddenly struck with a thought that made perfect sense to his addled brain, not that it mattered as by the time he agreed with himself that it was a good idea he was already doing it. With all of his strength he rolled over on top of Fred and held his arms down as he lowered his face to the older man's chest and bit down on the slightly pink skin. He bit hard then sucked at that same spot causing the tell-tale welt to rise up on his normally perfect skin.