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Rinne comes home craving . He’s been craving, for a while, but Nazuna likes him sober, and sure, maybe he likes himself a little better sober as well. It’s been a hard day, though, and sure, maybe he needs a little something to take off the edge, what’s the harm in that? Just a glass, he tells himself, leaning on the apartment door, eyes closed. One glass of wine — or beer. Yeah, he’ll have a can, brush his teeth, and go to bed with Nazuna.
He opens the door.
Nazuna’s leaning against the alcohol cabinet, smiling widely. There’s a bottle of Grey Goose in her hand. “Ah, Rinne-chin!” she says, pleased. She stretches, wide, star-shaped. “A little birdie told me you had a bad day?~”
“Fuckin’ Niki,” Rinne grumbles, slipping off his shoes. Nazuna’s probably just fucking with him, she’s like that sometimes … but Rinne eyes the bottle of vodka with barely concealed hunger. “You gonna drink?”
Nazuna hums. She laughs, a light little thing, and goes to hug Rinne around the middle. “It’s for you, Rinne-chin~ Let’s cool off together!”
Rinne wavers. “Y’know I’m tryin’ to get sober, Nito…” It’s not as if he doesn’t need a drink, but it’s the middle of the day, and doesn’t vodka sound a little too strong for something so early in the day? And … right. He’s trying to stay sober, or something like that. He tries not to think about why his little rabbit’s trying to get him to drink. It doesn’t really matter, right? Just some midday fun. Neither of them have work tomorrow, anyway.
“Pah!” Nazuna giggles again and gives Rinne’s bicep a light peck, poking him in the chest with the end of the bottle. “Just a little won’t hurt, Rinne-chin!” In the blink of an eye, she’s popped the cork and she’s downing it straight from the bottle. She winces, wavers, grabs Rinne’s forearm for support — and she’s grinning up at him. “So … wanna have some?” It’s clear she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Just a little,” Rinne says, and ‘just a little’ turns into ‘drinking games with his girlfriend’, perched face-to-face on the sofa, warm evening sky casting a gentle glow on Nazuna’s pretty face. She’s barely even red, while Rinne’s struggling to sit upright, shivering at the cold touch of Nazuna’s hand on his cheek. “ ‘S late,” he slurs, head dropping a bit. It’s getting harder to stay awake, but his head’s starting to hurt.
“Oh, poor Rinne-chin,” Nazuna murmurs fondly, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “My poor baby. Come here, mm?” She scoots in a little closer, tips Rinne’s chin up so he can look into her eyes, warm and reddish-brown and full of love. It has to be love, right? It has to be love, because Nazuna moves and does something Rinne can’t quite see and then she’s kissing him. Rinne likes to boast about the girls he’s kissed, but it flusters him every time Nazuna presses her lips to his like he’s something special.
The sharp tang of vodka fills his mouth, uncomfortably warm and sticky from the strange mixture of Nazuna’s saliva and lip gloss. It has the faintest taste of cherry, and Rinne laps at the corners of Nazuna’s mouth hungrily, searching for more.
“Hold on, baby,” Nazuna mumbles against his lips, pulling away — presumably to take another swig of alcohol — and sitting back on his haunches. He gets up on his knees, cups Rinne’s cheeks so he’s standing over his taller boyfriend, and kisses him, spitting directly into his mouth.
Rinne nearly chokes, sputtering, but recovers and kisses back twice as hard. He’s licked off nearly all of Nazuna’s gloss, a mix of vodka and drool running down his chin. “Nazuna,” he whines, shivering. His head hurts terribly, throbbing in time to his heartbeat, losing his breath from the way Nazuna’s kissing him like neither of them need to breathe. He’s got the best kisser in the world for a girlfriend, so sweet and caring, helping him unwind after a long day, taking care of him like he’s some kind of precious little thing. “Fuck, Nazuna- ”
“Shh, shh,” Nazuna soothes, pulling away. She’s breathing heavily, a soft smile spreading across her face as she cups the side of Rinne’s face with her left hand. Soft, soft, soft. “You’re so pretty, Rinne-chin. Are we feeling better now?”
“Y-Yeah,” Rinne gasps, fighting to breathe. He’s really done it now. The room spins around him as he struggles to stay awake. “I- I’m not, uh, feelin’ too good.” He’s not sure how much he’s drank, to be honest. He can’t see the bottle — or bottles, if he’s had more than one, because Nazuna’s hiding them all behind her back — fuck , how much did he have? How much did she give him? But he can hardly blame her for it, because she suggested just a little, and he went and drank damn near their whole cabinet. Rinne Amagi — overeager, unrestrained, unmanageable . It’s a wonder someone like Nazuna loves him. He’s not even sure how.
“That’s okay,” Nazuna soothes, stroking his hair. Her small hands undo the ponytail at the nape of his neck, help him out of his shirt and squeeze his much larger, calloused hands. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Go to sleep, Rinne-chin. I’m here.”
Rinne smiles, a stupid, lazy thing. “Ah…great.” He slumps forward when he passes out, and as always, Nazuna catches him, shaking her head fondly. He’s heavy, but boneless in her arms, canines sharp and catlike when he yawns.
“Stupid little boy,” she says, but she’s thankful he didn’t throw up. It’s one hell of a job hauling his ass to bed, but she strips him down to his boxers and admires his sleeping form, passed out on his futon. He’s already snoring, mouth slightly open — hasn’t moved a twitch from where she dumped him. He looks peaceful.
She eyes the bulge in his boxers, runs the pads of her fingers over it thoughtfully, presses down with her thumb. “Silly Rinne-chin.” Ah, maybe later. The night is young. There’s still so much more she can do.
“I’m not done with you yet, Rinne-chin,” she whispers with a slight smile. “I love you.”