Oh, but he loved teasing this young'un. "Aww, poor baby! Oh, I'm sorry, baby, I won't call you baby ever again. Promise." He waited all of three seconds before he said, "Baby. Chick, chick, chickadee." He was about to start over in a singsong, because he was pretty drunk too, and less than fully coherent. Plus, it was too much fun to annoy Bryan. Of course, the whole time he was darting his hand at the other man's chest, doing his best to keep pinching and bothering him to the best of his considerable ability. "I juuuuust want what's coming to me, pretty boy. Oh, puh-leeze! Don't play coy, now. You know you want me. I wanna do that thing that made you squeal last time," he said, his face contorted with unholy glee. He still wasn't in the mood for doing any of that, to be honest. He just loved to hear Bryan's inevitable protestations of his straighthood, among other things. It tickled him pink, no pun intended on any level.
Yes, Frederick was the devil. Sometimes.
His mirth was again short lived, because then Bryan decided to roleplay the Return of the Living Dead or something. Initially, he cracked up, soft boyish laughter snorting out of his nose as Bryan wrestled him onto his back. And then he was being eaten. And not in a good way.
"OooOOW! OhmyfuckingHELL!" he cried out shrilly, his back arching almost clear off the bed. He literally didn't dare grab Bryan by the hair and tear his face off him for fear of losing a chunk of flesh. And of course, he was totally overreacting, but Frederick was nothing if not dramatic. He was panting and whimpering softly by the time Bryan began suckling on the bite. He did grab the other man's hair then and bucked against his flat belly. Or something. Parts of him didn't seem to mind the pain one bit. In fact, they seemed to heartily approve.
"You... goddamn cannibal!" he grumbled all the same, fisting his fingers in Bryan's hair. Must... not... punch...