Life's a Gamble
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Thread Topic: Life's a Gamble
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Allan rolled onto Mitchel's side of the bed, holding out a hand to help Mitchel back up. Though, he was already up by the time he had gotten to the side of the bed. Yawning, the raven shook his head, rolling back. He winced when his injured brushed against the remaining bed spread. "No, we didn't. I tried, I mean, your drunk self literally tried to undress me.. But you started crying. I'm not sure why, but you were full on sobbing. So I've been sitting here, in boxers, sex deprived. Sucks for me, hm?" He laid his head on a pillow, rubbing his arm. "Your clothes are in the bathroom. I guess you took a bath when I was gone. You were so damn drunk, too. Only two little bottles.. Have you ever gotten drunk before, boy?"
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Mitchel let out a sigh of relief, and left for a moment to put his clothes on. When he returned, snuggling into the blankets as far away from Allan as he could, he shrugged. "I haven't. I don't.. Papa didn't like me getting into the alcohol," He explained, frowning at his comment. "Thank you for not.. Yeah. I don't want to." Mitchel knew, though, that he didn't have much of a choice. If Allan said he had to, then he had to, and that was the end of that. He hoped, though, that they would wait a while.
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The older male waited patiently for the other to return to the bedroom, his mind clouded with thoughts about Mitchel. For the bit of time that the boy was drunk and nude, he had the gift of sight- and now he couldn't get his mind off of the younger's body. Allan knew to most, such thoughts were rather disturbing, but the younger was all that the mafia boss wanted to think about. Once Mitchel was back in the room, he released the thoughts for the time being, wanting to get to know more about the boy. He decided that he'd lay the sex off for tomorow- and he'd have to get the boy drunker than the last time, too, if he wanted part of the experience to be screaming Mitchel free. "What made you decide to get into it now? One of my boys didn't influence you, did they? If they did, give me their name, I'll have to speak with them.." Allan frowned slightly, not sure if the drinking bit was Mitchel's own choice or not. "Don't thank me. We'll do it soon enough, trust me, whether you want to or not.. That's one of the main reasons why you're here, you know. But I'd rather not be in pain while trying to have pleasure.." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. The bed was comfortable now, and Allan didn't want to move in fear he'd hurt himself worse. The light was still on, though so he'd have to. With a grunt, he sat up, cursing once more at the feel of his wrapped up skin touching the bed. "Can you pass me an extra pillow?"
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