[C][AU][FUTURE AU] Spin It

Ti giggled as well, leaning up to nuzzle Amr's nose with his own.

He tipped his head back to look at Lucas upside down. "Does a nose count as a bone?" he questioned sheepishly. His eyes pinned back against his head.

If it did, then he had to drink. If not, then there was one that he could say he wouldn't be drinking on.

"No," Lucas said, or he would be drinking too.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips, both pleased and surprised. He felt like he won something. He was so sure Ti was going to drink.

"Awe, babes. Need to try harder next time," Amr cooed, pulling his boyfriend up enough to lean down and kiss his collar bone.

"I'm sort of glad that I- oh."

His eyes widened, and with purple cheeks, he lifted his glass to his lips.

"I pulled him into bed and he slipped and broke his toe on the bedpost," he explained. He'd almost forgotten about that. That happened way back when he was new to that travelling band.

"I would rather have not gotten that one," he muttered into Amr's neck.

Lucas groaned, disappointed, and slouched on the pillar behind him.

"For fucks sake. I'm out then."

He couldn't think of anything else. The alcohol was catching up on him.

Amr laughed a littered Ti's neck with more kisses.

"Just don't go breaking any of my bones."

"I didn't do it on purpose," Ti insisted.

His hand found Amr's hair, then began searching for the band in it. When he found that, he began trying to pull it out without tangling or pulling Amr's hair too much.

"...Well, the guy with the nose, I did. But that was different."

"You purposely broke someone's nose?!"

Lucas didn't look too convinced. Ti was soft and delicate looking. Sure, his wild sex life was surprising and his kissing was not as gentle as first anticipated. But him actually punching someone? Yeah, even in his slightly drunken state he wasn't going to believe it.

"Yeah, he just-"

Ti made a pointing gesture.

"In my ass, without any warning. Nothing. So I headbutted him."

He shrugged, and shifted his hair out of the way to show off a little scar. "I was aiming for his teeth, but caught his nose. Knocked two teeth loose."

He was a little bit proud of that one.

Lucas stared at his, a little unsure how to process that. Other then the respect for him tripled. He lifted his drink to Ti and drank.

Amr, hands in his hair to assist in taking his hair out, shook it free and wrapped his arms back around Ti.

"Proud of my baby'," he giggled, nuzzling into Ti's neck.

Ti's fingers weaved theough Amr's hair, fingers massaging at his skull and carding through the long locks.

He loved playing with Amrs hair.

Amr let out a groan, mixed between giggles, and rested his forehead on his boyfriends shoulder. Thick, dark hair cascade over Ti's shoulder.

He was in his happy little drunk bubble. Squeezing Ti closer, he wasn't going to let it burst anytime soon.

Lucas wanted to gag.

"Well, that was probably the shortest game of Non ho mai ever."

Ti Pressed a kiss to Amr's lips when their forehead touched, and his fingers continued to tease through Amr's hair aimlessly, letting his fingers snag and cause little knots.

He just loved the way Amr's hair felt running over his fingers.

"Informative, though," Nico murmured, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth, hitting Lucas' thigh with each movement.

"Who'd have thought our little Tibor could have such a side to him."

"For ever and ever," Amr soured, more bubbles of giggle passing his mouth as his lips touched his forehead.

Lucas was sure he was going to gag again, and turned to focuse his attention on Nico. It was that or seeing Dick and Fleck be as equally as sickening on the other side of him. Why did they all have to sit so close?

After two attempts, his fingers curled around the tail to stop it from hitting him.

"Makes me feel like a saint."

That was an extraordinary thing in itself.

The tail twitched in Lucas' grip and Nico's eyes turned down to it, watching it curiously. He had no control over what his tail did.

"For not acting out?" Nico replied with an arched brow.

"That's not sainthood, that's basic civil behaviour. You need to do more than just deal with romantic behaviour to become a saint," came his dry voice.

The words took a little while to process, frowning as he paieced together what Nico said.

"No I mean, I haven't done what he did." He waved in his direction. "But for not acting out too. A saint."

Fuck, the alcohol was catching up him.

Nico laughed.

"You've done plenty enough to revoke any sainthood you might have possibly had, without being on Ti's level."

Lucas was no blushing virgin. Nico could attest to that one.

His tail twitched, and wrapped around Lucas' fingers.

Lucas groaned. He wasn't going to admit that Nico was right. His fingers tightened around the tail - like they were holding hands.

He cocked an eyebrow at Nico.

"Maybe I should try going the other way."

"The other way?" Nico asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

What was Lucas muttering about how?

"You know," he grunted, nodding to the side, "the other way."

He wasn't going to explain to Nico. How was he not getting that? Idiot.

His brow just arched further.

"Repeating what you said the first time isn't going to suddenly provide clarification, Lucas."

Lucas heaved a sigh. He wasn't going to explain himself again. Besides, everything Nico was saying was too long and confusing.

"You can stop speaking now."

"Yes, and some day I will do what you say when you tell me to," came Nico's reply.

He didn't do what Lucas said. Ever.

Lucas narrowed his eyes.

With what sober part was left in him, he reached out with his free hand and yanked on Nico's horn, dragging him in for a kiss. It was sloppier then the kisses at the start of the night, but he still pressed hard and used equal amounts of lip and teeth.

Nico hissed a painful breath when his horn was yanked on, hand snapping to Lucas' wrist, nails biting into the skin.

His horns were fucking delicate.

While Lucas was equal amount teeth and lips, Nico was definitely more teeth, delivering punishing bites to Lucas' lips and tongue.

Lucas felt the swell if satisfaction at the hiss - only to let out a loud hiss himself as nails bit into his skin. The booze had lowered any filter or restraint. Heat rushed to his face as a groan followed the hiss, feeling teeth sink into his own lip.

He shoved Nico back by his horns, irritation written on his face.

Nico grunted when he was pushed back.

With his lips curled into a little sneer, he rubbed gently at the constantly irritated flaky skin at the base of his horns. Jostling his horns always irritated that skin and it hurt.

"You're in a good mood," he sniped, kicking a leg out to jab Lucas' side with his foot.