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"I don't know, but I'm damned glad that you didn't, Kouji. Don't let me run from this, this time. No matter what. Don't let me. My mother's not here to throw you out and forbid us from laying eyes on each other again. She's not here to guilt me. Or my father, or other family. Don't make me turn this into something bad, because I don't want it to get that way. I like you too much. I like being with you too much." Kouji smiled softly, but his little happiness that he felt at his words were nothing compared to what he got when he reacted in such a way with his fingers on his jaw. His closed eyes, the sound forth from his lips.. It was wonderful to know such an action did that, even more that his puppy was enjoying himself. Sure, he was drunk, so it probably wasn't very hard for him to enjoy himself, but that didn't really enter his mind for very long before it fluttered off to senselessness. He continued to stroke his jaw as he opened his eyes again, and he smiled before he spoke. His first instinct to his words was to frown, first at the seriousness, then secondly at the words in particular. Don't let him run? Why would he run? Still, even if he tried to run, Kouji didn't think he could ever let him in the first place, not even if he asked him to let him go. But, then again, he wasn't himself tonight, courtesy of such palatable alcohol.. so, he didn't know. Despite, he smiled a little again and gently shook his head. "No one could take you from me, Puppy.. " He whispered softly, "Not your mum, not your dad.. Not even yourself. " He smiled a little more, eyes sparkling as he placed a soft kiss on the boys forehead, stroking his cheek softly with his thumb. He was comforted with the thought that Dorian wanted to be with him now, despite what he might try later.. to run, perhaps, and by his direction, he wouldn't let him go like that. Though, it really wasn't something he'd have a problem with.. It wasn't like he didn't want him to stay as much as he wanted to stay.. His effort to make his little brush of lips deeper did not go ignored. Actually, Kouji thought it was quite the opposite. He could feel his lips part on his, and it made him give a small sound, a soft cross between a mewl and a moan. Indeed, he loved the feel of it, completely out of his troubling mind enough to not even notice the hand from the back of his head, to the ground beneath them, or even the tightening of his arm around his small waist. He ran his hands more thoroughly through his puppy's hair, absently rubbing his fingers against his scalp. His face was in a soft blush, pink, not red, on his cheeks more so than the rest of his pale skin. It was so wonderful, so darling, and he loved it.. He pressed his lips a bit more against his, parting a little to clasp a bit around his puppy's bottom lip.. "We have to get off the ground. We're becoming floor-demons." As Dorian sunk to his elbow and pulled away, Kouji had to let out a soft whimper of departure, soft lips pursing into a soft little pout. His words, though, made him break his set off sadness to break into a fit of giggling. "Silly Puppy, we can never be floor-demons.. " He patted his cheek a little with another giggle fit before he placed a kiss on where he'd patted. "We're going to school? " He asked with a smile, tilting his head up at him before he broke into a grin and another giggle. "Will you carry me again, then? "
"Well, puppy, you are cute, how could I resist, hm?" "I don't know, but I'm damned glad that you didn't," Dorian replied with a little chuckle. His eyes closed at the petting he received along his jawline, and a little rumbling mmmmmmmrrr slipped past his lips. He paused for a moment before his eyes opened and he said seriously, "Kouji. Don't let me run from this, this time. No matter what. Don't let me. My mother's not here to throw you out and forbid us from laying eyes on each other again. She's not here to guilt me. Or my father, or other family. Don't make me turn this into something bad, because I don't want it to get that way. I like you too much. I like being with you too much." As soon as Dorian began to flirt at kissing Kouji, the smaller boy pulled into him again and demanded a better kiss - not a nearly non-existant one. He felt the Scot's hands pull through his hair, and that was all the encouragement Dorian required. He parted his lips, and deepened the kiss for Kouji - purely due to the other boy's rather fervent yet silent request that he do so. He set the hand behind Kouji's head on the ground behind the Scot to hold them up, but the other tightened around his companion's waist to keep them snugly together rather than apart. If Kouji wanted a kiss to remember for a while, he was getting it. This time, Dorian didn't pull back for quite some time, the trembling of his arm telling him that he was about to crash and burn. Which wouldn't bother him or Kouji, at that point, but he knew that at some point, they would have to actually get UP off the trail, and that might prove difficult without the strength of his good arm. Especially while drunk. Not that he thought of it terribly coherently as that, but it did occur to him that they were sprawled in the way of any other drunken students trying to sneak back into the school. He sank to his elbow and pulled away enough to tell Kouji, "We have to get off the ground. We're becoming floor-demons." He giggled afterwards. It hadn't occurred to him just yet that they might just be locked out.
