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“Bro, bro, bro,” slurred Yixing into Luhan’s shoulder.

“What?” asked Luhan, leaning back into Yixing. He wrapped an arm around Yixing’s shoulder, he was so warm and solid, all hard muscles under his thin shirt. Manly, in a way that Luhan was quietly envious of.

“Bro, you looked cute in that photo shoot earlier.”

Luhan groaned and pulled away, “I am not cute.”

“Nah man,” Yixing said, following Luhan’s body as he tried to pull away. Yixing draped himself over Luhan’s back, pulling him flush against his front. Luhan blushed, alcohol making him notice details he shouldn’t, things Yixing wouldn’t want him to notice, like the ridge of Yixing’s half hard against his back. Yixing was so clingy when he was drunk and Luhan was not nearly drunk enough.

“Yixing, you’re heavy, get off me.” Luhan whined as he threw back another shot. It burned, but it would help him ignore the way that Yixing only clung tighter.

Yixing buried his face into Luhan’s neck and he felt his own twitch in his jeans. It’s a good thing they weren’t in public, but in the private room of a club in Beijing, because this would not look good for either of them. Yixing mumbled something into the skin of Luhan’s neck and Luhan struggled not to gasp at the tingles that sent down his back

“What was that, Xing?” he asked.

“Bro, I’m flirting with you.” Yixing said again, louder this time and Luhan did gasp this time when Yixing’s tongue s along the edge of his ear.

Luhan shrugged internally, it’d been a while after all. “Yo man, let’s take this to your place.”

Yixing hummed and then breathed out heavily and went limp against Luhan’s back.

“Yo, did you just fall asleep?” The only answer Luhan got was a soft snore in his ear. He was making Yixing buy breakfast tomorrow to pay for his blue balls.