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After the karaoke, Vox returned home with Ike and Shu. It had been a great night, to listen to Ike sing and scream and to watch Shu enjoy himself once in a while, drinking and laughing with them. Shu was drunk as fuck, cheeks red and warm, and leaning against Ike who could only sigh in fondness. He was such a light weight, it was a miracle he wasn't passed out already.
"Want me to carry him inside?" - Vox asks and he fishes the keys from his back pocket. Ike shakes his head, adjusting his hold on Shu - who may or may not be drooling a little now - and fixing his glasses. -"I can take him to bed, no problem."
The three made their way inside the house, Vox turning on the lights as Ike helps Shu take his shoes off. The sorcerer moans and huffs, head rolling to the side as Ike makes quick work to take those ugly crocks out of his feet. How he could wear those to a night out and not feel ashamed was beyond Vox's understanding. -"Shu, bathroom." - Ike, still holding him, said.
"Mn....why?" - Head pressed against Ike's shoulder, Shu's breath smelled faintly like beer.
"...ok, bed then."
The novelist watched as Vox left for the kitchen to fetch water, and both he and the purple boy started their journey up the stairs. Truth is, handling a drunk Shu was way harder than Ike thought. He would sway side to side, pushing his weight against Ike who wasn't exactly known for his muscles. The lights on the second floor were still turned off, making it harder to see where they were going. Shu snaked his left arm around Ike's waist, mumbling something under his breath. Ike smiled, shaking his head. He was so cute. And his lustrous long hair smelled so good, too. Suddenly, a small purple flame trembled on top of Shu's raised finger, illuminating the hallway they found themselves in. - "Oh...I suppose that helps." - Ike laughed. Shu smiled too. Guiding Shu to their shared bedroom, Ike switched the light on and dropped Shu like a sack of potatoes on the bed. The sorcerer groaned, burying his face in the pillows.
"Shu, do you want some water? I don't remember seeing you drinking enough back in he bar." - Ike unbuttoned his shirt, listening the shuffling of the covers. He sighed. -"You shouldn't have listened to Vox, you know how he likes to drink. Eh...not as bad as his brother, though."
"...Ike." - Shu's soft voice mumbled from the bed behind him. Ike turned, his eyes focused on Shu's flushed face, but slowly trailing down to his back, and ass. A nice, plump ass covered only by his purple-white pantyhose that Ike didn't even know he was wearing under his pants. The novelist felt his ears burn. - "What-"
"Let's do it." - With his face pressed against the pillow, Shu's soft lips looked full and inviting. With his ass up in the air like a whore, Shu spread his own asscheeks. With the very tight pantyhose on, Ike could make the shapes of his hole, balls and shaft, still soft. -"Let's do it...in front of Vox."
