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@〈 adachi yuto 〉°ʇɓɯ it was easy for junhui to get lost in the feeling of the other demon's lips moving against his. it had been a while since he had last done anything remotely intimate, and it showed in his reactions; he just kept receiving everything without any complaints, even as he was pulled to the older's lap and his legs hung uncomfortably on both sides of the chair. it didn't matter to him anymore - as long as he got the pleasure he wanted, the other could do anything with him as he pleased. a small moan slipped past junhui's lips at the , rolling his hips downwards in an attempt to grind his against the male's crotch. the fingers tangled in between the strands of his hair were almost forgotten, and the sharp sting in his scalp brought by the tug immediately turned his attention back to it, eliciting a loud gasp from him. the pain did nothing but increase the arousal burning in the pit of his stomach, his hips rolling down (or trying to) when he feels the man's tongue run up his skin. jun could only groan in response to his words, his mind filled with thoughts of nothing but possibilities of what he could do to the other. the next few moments after the older demon pushed him off were a blur, barely registering the slight ache in his body as he was pushed against the wall and down to his knees. his hands flew up to grab onto the man's thighs, tears beginning to spring up the corners of his eyes from all the hair-pulling, but he couldn't help but laugh a little, moving one hand up to wrap his fingers around the base of the male's as he raised a brow at him. "someone's getting impatient." junhui mused, his voice loud enough to be heard above all the ruckus in the room. leaning forward, he stuck his tongue out to the tip teasingly before wrapping his lips around the head, not breaking eye contact with the other as he gave it a light . he was definitely thicker than most of the ones he's before, jun noted absentmindedly in the back of his mind, the weight of his length heavy on his tongue when he slid it further into his mouth. a moan left the back of junhui's throat at the thought of the man's filling him up and he pulled away for a brief moment to spit on his palm before grasping his again, stroking the length in a slow pace while he took the head in his mouth once more and pressed his tongue against the slit. he wanted to see how long the male would last.

@〈 wen junhui 〉ʇı the plump lips against his were unlike that of a certain demon's but yuto thought it was enough for tonight. he entangled his fingers in between the other man's locks as he tilted his head to kiss him deeper, slow, and languid, as if he was so hungry for it. their breaths mingled in the small distance between their faces. the strong taste of alcohol coming from the stranger's mouth intoxicated him further, drowning yuto in uninhibited bliss for a moment - forgetting who he was, where he was, and what the he was doing to (possibly) one of his employees. the managing head pulled the younger demon closer, tugging at his belt loops until he sat on his lap. yuto upward with difficulty, the bar stools having not enough space for leverage, but he ground up against him nonetheless, grunting softly into the other's open mouth. he was more aggressive tonight for some unknown reason but he paid that fleeting thought no further thinking as he tugged at the demon's hair in one harsh movement, revealing the other's throat. the man's skin glowed a pale orange under the dim lighting and yuto's mouth watered. he dipped his head and a stripe from the base to the tip of his chin, tasting the saltiness and bitterness of sweat and alcohol. "looks like someone is a careless drinker," the prince of pride murmured huskily against the other's skin. "i won't mind if you drink me up as messily as you handle your alcohol." swiftly, yuto pushed the other man off his lap, leaning in to hungrily le on his lower lip one last time. the prince dragged him to the far back of the room, his movements wobbly but his grip on the other's hair still harsh and tight. the man's looks were still passable even in the dark, he thought as his once unfocused eyes was finally rid of the effects of the alcohol. "pretty," he grunted as he harshly shoved him to the nearest wall and pushed him down to his knees. without taking so much time, yuto ped his trousers and took out his , slapping it against the other's face as he tugged at his hair once again. "you'd probably look prettier this. get on it, sunshine. i don't have all night."

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@〈 adachi yuto 〉°ʇɓɯ junhui only laughed at the man's words as if he had said a joke. everything was amusing to him in his current state, but the fact that he couldn't tell who exactly the demon was was bothering him a little. he'll just ask him for his name when he gets the chance, maybe. his drunkenness was making it hard for him to think properly. junhui raised a brow at the other. even though his brain was pretty ed right now, he was sure that he was staring at his hair and not at his face. it was,, unusual. it's not like he took great pride in his handsome features (he did) and used it to attract other demons (he definitely did), but his hair? he never really cared about it. he was always too tired to style it properly since all those hours sleeping in the office would ruin it anyway, but somehow it never made him look like ; it was one of the perks of being good-looking, he barely had to put any effort to look captivating. the hand in his hair wasn't something he was used to, but he didn't bother to complain about it - it felt kind of nice. he should have someone else do it to him again next time. most of jun's attention was on the man's hand that he didn't notice him getting closer until he felt a pair of lips against his own, and he attempted to stifle a giggle threatening to leave him. well, that was fast. junhui turned his body to face the male, using his free arm to loop it around the demon's neck and tugging him closer to deepen the kiss while the other hand kept him from falling forward. looks like he found someone to take him home, after all.

@〈 wen junhui 〉ʇı the managing head was halfway to passing out when another man sat heavily on the seat next to his. yuto grunted in dismay; he really couldn't sober up in peace, could he? he began to glance up at the other man, frowning, and and caught a glimpse of the other's nose. "but i don't know you so off," he drawled as he squinted into the dimness of the cavern. he was curious though; this guy was probably one of the company's employees. yuto thought he'd recognize him only if he could get rid of the blurriness in his vision. damn alcohol, interfering with his bodily functions. the prince of pride blinked twice and shook his head, looking over at the other demon. for some reason, yuto's eyes focused on the stranger's unkempt yet oddly shiny mop of hair rather than his face. it was probably the alcohol in him but yuto slowly reach out to entangle his fingers through the other's hair and suddenly there was a small pang in his chest. it was nostalgic, the feel of each strand against his skin. it felt like a certain demon's own locks from years ago. it felt like home. without much thought, the older demon sat up and leaned closer, reaching his other hand out to grab the other man's face before he slotted his own lips against the other's. he just hoped the other wouldn't really remember who he was after this.

@〈 adachi yuto 〉°ʇɓɯ it was a very, very unusual day for junhui. instead of sleeping or distracting himself from his tasks, he actually had the energy and motivation to do his work. maybe it was because he found nothing entertaining after five hours on his computer; it's not surprising at all, he spends almost the entire day everyday on the machine anyway after all. with all his work done, he decided that it would be best to reward himself by going out for a drink by himself (now that he thought about it though, maybe it was better if he brought someone with him to take him home). at the moment he was just laughing like an idiot at the fight in front of him, his fingers tightly wrapped around the glass of alcohol he was holding as if his life depended on it. raising the glass to his mouth to take a sip, junhui's nose scrunched up when nothing came. he eyed the two empty glasses on the table for a good minute, and with a sigh, he pushed himself up from his seat to drag himself to the bar. after plopping down on one of the seats and giving his order, junhui turned his gaze to the man beside him, placing his cheek on top of his palm as his buzzed mind recognized him as a familiar face. "heeey, i've seen you before." he flashed the best smile he could muster in his drunken state, his words slurred as he spoke.

@〈 wen junhui 〉ʇı yuto doesn't know if drinking multiple shots at once to ease his tired and aching body was a good idea. well, it might be, when the brawling that suddenly burst out behind him was reduced to background noise. other than that, all they gave him were a burning throat and a growing headache. but sobriety be damned, he thought, as he raised three fingers up, signaling the barkeep to give him three more of their best shots. today was stressful for him. he had to deal with five complaints that were referred to him by HR and had to fire and rehire a certain marketing employee for about 10 times. not to mention all the soul shipment papers he had to sign. he grunted and groaned in exasperation before downing all three shots in succession. it didn't take long for the alcohol to take its effect on him; the managing head suddenly had an urge to barf and knock out at the same time. it wasn't a good idea to do either in this wretched place, however, and yuto, instead, chose to est his chin on his arm and took a few deep breaths. , this probably was the worst idea he had had this week.