She just couldn’t believe it as she entered the pub and saw her boyfriend drunk off his ass in the corner with his two closest friends. Unable to resist the small chuckle that escaped her lips, Kisara made her way over to the corner, ignoring the wolf whistles from a few drunk men as she passed them by.
The sound of his name snapped him out of his daze as he turned in her direction.
“Ah, Kisara. It’s good to see you here.”
The young redhead found it surprising that he wasn’t fully slurring his speech, especially considering how red his face looked.
“Pardon him, miss. He had quite a bit to drink tonight,” Katsura mentioned as he patted Ryoma’s shoulder.
“Almost too much to drink, actually,” Okubo spoke from the book he was reading.
“I’ll take him back to Shiki and he can sleep it off with me.”
“You better have an omelet or two ready for him as well, miss. I’m sure he’ll be hungry once he wakes up,” Katsura stated.
She smiled sheepishly. “I already figured as much. You and Okubo better take care of yourselves, and we’ll see you later.”
With those words, Ryoma wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and Kisara held his wrist with one hand while she wrapped her other arm around his waist, holding him and having him lean on her for support. Once they were set, they proceeded to leave the pub and make their trip to her bedroom upstairs in Shiki. Luckily, the walk was about five minutes or so; thus, it wouldn’t take them long to get there.
“How much did you have to drink, Ryoma?” she asked, hoping it would break the moment of silence.
“Quite a few,” he managed to reply. “I was just going to have one or two, but all those drink snuck up on me.”
Kisara couldn’t help giggling slightly as they walked.
“I’m sure those drinks did.”
“Honestly, I went from sober to being completely drunk in a matter of a short time.”
She shook her head. “You are such a big goof.”
Eventually, they reached the entrance to Shiki and she carefully guided him through the darkness and the layout, having memorized it so easily within her first few weeks of working. She carefully worked her way up the stairs and then slid the door to her room open.
Her futon was set out and ready; she was just about to get ready to turn in for the evening when she heard someone call her from outside and found out that Ryoma had been drinking for quite a bit. She had also discovered that he had been asking for her and wanted her to come and get him since he was apparently too intoxicated to walk on his own. Despite having Katsura and Okubo, Ryoma still asked for her.
“Are we in your room?” he muttered.
“We are, Ryoma. You can let yourself relax.”
“Okay. You can put me down. I’ll be lying down with you soon anyway.”
Nodding, Kisara let him go, and she watched as he proceeded to strip out of his kimono shirt. Turning away, she reached for the tie holding her long, crimson locks up in a bun and pulled it, letting her hair fall freely. She let out a small squeal when she felt his hands caress her slender waist.
“Come here and sit down with me,” he whispered in her ear.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she slowly turned around and followed him as he sat down on the futon, leaning back against the wall. Once she was within reach, Ryoma seized her wrist and pulled her close, having her straddle his lap. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers twining in his hair.
She found herself unable to say anything else when he cut her off with a passionate, yet drunken-filled kiss. One hand moved to cup her rear and hold her in place while his other hand caressed her cheek. His tongue pierced through her cavern, the organ exploring every inch of her mouth and making her moan into his throat. The hand that caressed her cheek proceeded to move down to her neck, finding the collar of her kimono and opened it, exposing her shoulders. His hand then moved to her obi sash and managed to get it undone, and then he opened her kimono all the way. A slight shiver tore through her body as she felt the chill of the evening, but it was easy to ignore as he pushed the fabric down with both hands.
He then broke away from her lips and gazed at her face, his hands cupping her bare breasts and teasingly twisting her nipples between his fingers. Kisara tilted her head back slightly, loving the euphoria his touch was giving her and knowing that she would never get enough of it. The exposure of her neck gave Ryoma a chance to lavish her throat with kisses and suckle on her collarbone, making her moan even more.
His trail of kisses moved down her chest, lavishing her breasts and nipples with his mouth. Her fingers dug into the back of his head, holding him against her chest as he alternated between her breasts and tugged on her nipples between his lips.
“Oh god, Ryoma…”
That breathy moan was music to his ears, and he proceeded to get himself out of his pants as he continued his assault on her breasts. Once he was free from confinement, Ryoma rolled her over so that she was lying on her back with him looming over her nude form. He positioned himself at her entrance, ready to make his way inside her. Pressing his brow against hers, he rocked his hips, pushing himself into her core. Her hands found his back, lightly scratching his skin as he moved, and with syncing moans, he gave one, final thrust before collapsing on top of her.
“Even drunk, you still know how to please me, Ryoma.”
She heard him chuckle against her skin as he kissed her neck.
“Drunk or sober, I’ll always be able to please you, Kisara.”