Killdip- Drunk

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by EveyDaffern5

by EveyDaffern5

(Warning! Silly goofy drunk Kill and slight smut)

Tyrone's POV:

Kill said he was going out to the bar, and that he would be back by 10pm. And of course, he wasn't. It was already 12am, and he hadn't even bothered to call or text me. I got up and started pacing around our small apartment room. He had to be alright! And besides, it's not like he can die or anything. He's a damn demon, for god's sake.

After about thirty minutes of complete panic, the door knob started turning. And surprise, surprise, a tipsy man walked through the door with a ridiculous grin on his face and fell straight onto the floor. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" I yelled at him, but he only looked up at me innocently. Not a thought going through his mind. "I was at da bar!" Kill screamed, obviously excited to see me. He leaned on me and hugged me, then tried to kiss me, which I had to pry his face away. "Kill, you reek of alcohol..."

Eventually, I gave up on trying to hold Kill back. He kissed and shoved me on the couch, where he moved down slowly to my neck and shoulders. I had to admit, even when he was drunk, he was still good in bed. I grunted softly in his ear. "G-God, how much did you drink?"

"Hehe...ketchup!"

Kill lifted up my shirt, slowly tracing his tongue around my stomach and chest and giving soft kisses. God, tonight was going to be long.