Drunk Chuuya was handsy, Dazai was discovering. Drunk Chuuya was capable of kissing Dazai breathless before he had a chance to recognize the danger or fend it off. Dazai could taste champagne in each kiss.
“Chuuuuuya,” he barely got out between them. “This isn’t a good idea.”
He gasped as handsy Chuuya got below the belt and stopped kissing for one moment, flushed and disheveled and beautiful. “We’re celebrating.” He giggled.
Dazai decided, the champagne to celebrate becoming Executive was a miscalculation.
Chuuya cut off his protests with the filthiest, sweetest kiss yet, and Dazai gave in to the inevitable.0