Yes, yes he was drunk. Not so drunk I couldn't have his fun if he wanted it, but probably drunk enough to regret life in the morning. Wine was wonderful, but the hangover he always got from it was the worst. Though, if he did drink enough, he'd just wake up with a buzz...but probably still regret life as he tried to shop for and then cook dinner for a rather large group.
That, however, did not stop him from sitting up on his elbows when Carlos gave him space and reaching out to pick up his glass. He looked at it with careful consideration before draining the remaining half of the glass before falling back on the couch and offering up his arms for Carlos to fiddle with the cufflinks.
Besides, he would sober up a little after sex. And then he could drink his weight in water. Maybe take a shower and aspirin.
"Thank you for being very considerate of my shirt and it's feelings. It does not want to be ripped at all." He said, smiling as Carlos press his lips to Gael's bare skin again. He was a tangled mess, he was sure, and jealous of Carlos' ability to hold his wine so much better...but he wasn't going to object to what his partner was doing right now. Not even a little bit.
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That, however, did not stop him from sitting up on his elbows when Carlos gave him space and reaching out to pick up his glass. He looked at it with careful consideration before draining the remaining half of the glass before falling back on the couch and offering up his arms for Carlos to fiddle with the cufflinks.
Besides, he would sober up a little after sex. And then he could drink his weight in water. Maybe take a shower and aspirin.
"Thank you for being very considerate of my shirt and it's feelings. It does not want to be ripped at all." He said, smiling as Carlos press his lips to Gael's bare skin again. He was a tangled mess, he was sure, and jealous of Carlos' ability to hold his wine so much better...but he wasn't going to object to what his partner was doing right now. Not even a little bit.