Drunk boi

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(A/N: there may be sexual tension. I think I might make an NSFW version of this as well?? Depends if you guys want it)

"Saihara, you know you're a light weight.." Rantarou said with a sigh as he held his fiancé in his arms. Shuuichi just kept giggling and saying incoherent mumbles. His face was completely flushed and he had a hard time keeping his eyes open.

Earlier, the two of them went to a reunion party from their former high school classmates. It was nice to see eachother again after such a long time. Rantarou especially found it funny when everyone grew all shocked about the news of him and Shuuichi getting engaged. However, things got wild when Miu arrived with alcohol. It wasn't even one bottle of champagne. No, it was a whole arsenal from wine and liquor to straight up hard beer. Rantarou could remember just how insane things got afterwards. Especially with Kokichi claiming that he couldn't get drunk only to be dared by Kaito and Miu to drink a whole bottle of liquor. He passed out and Gonta got concerned and drove him home. Rantarou was sure that out of anyone, Kokichi was going to have the worst hangover.

Rantarou avoided drinking but somehow, Shuuichi didn't. Rantarou found it weird since Shuuichi abhorred alcohol, just smelling it made him gag. Rantarou doubted that anyone spiked his drink. His thoughts were cut by Shuuichi giggling rather loudly this time. "Curiosity killed the caaaaaat!" He cheered and began giggling again. Well, that could count as an explanation. Rantarou felt Shuuichi's hand brush against his cheek. "You didn't laaauuughh." He whined. Rantarou sighed. "We really need to bring you home.." Rantarou said gently to the giggling mess of his fiancé.

When they finally got home, Rantarou struggled to unlock the door with Shuuichi in his arms. "Can you stand?" Rantarou asked but Shuuichi just held onto Rantarou tighter and let out a whine. "Well looks like I have to manage.." Rantarou murmured to himself as he began to reach for his keys without dropping Shuuichi.

After some struggling later, Rantarou finally managed to unlock the door. Due to Rantarou holding Shuuichi in his arms, he used his leg to kick the door closed. He'll lock it after he puts down Shuuichi. As Rantarou began to lower Shuuichi towards the couch, Shuuichi suddenly grinned. The grin looked so out of character. "Whoa—" Rantarou called out as he topped over.

Shuuichi hovered over him as Rantarou was laying on the couch. Shuuichi began to pull at his own shirt, revealing some of his skin. "Rantaaaarrooooouuu.." He said as he continued to tug at his shirt while looking at Rantarou. Before Rantarou could question what Shuuichi was doing, Shuuichi kissed Rantarou. "Marry meeee~ Maaaake me your wiiiiiifee~" Shuuichi whined to Rantarou's face. "Saihara—" "pleeeeeaaaaseeee~" Shuuichi continued to whine as he began to move his hips, his crotch slightly making contact with Rantarou's leg.

(A/N: from here, you guys have a choice. If you keep reading, it gets fluffy but if you go to my other account Thatphantom, there's a smut version.)

Rantarou felt heat rise onto his face. Here was Shuuichi with his shirt slightly unbutton to reveal some of his skin, his face red, and rubbing himself against Rantarou while whining about being Rantarou's 'wife.' Slowly, Shuuichi started to slow down and collapsed onto Rantarou's chest. "Eh?" Rantarou asked. Shuuichi ran his hand on Rantarou's face. "I'm sleeeeeppyyy~ Carryyy meeee~." Shuuichi ordered with another giggle. As Rantarou began to pick him up, Shuuichi began to giggle while trying to imitate the music one would would hear at a wedding. Rantarou couldn't help but to smile and laugh a little at how silly Shuuichi was being. As Rantarou reached the bedroom, Shuuichi spoke again. "Can we sleeeep~?" He asked.

Rantarou obeyed and began to bring Shuuichi to the bed. As he was lowering him down, he noticed the other was fast asleep in Rantarou's arms. "No more alcohol for you." Rantarou noted with a laugh as he lowered down Shuuichi onto the bed.

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