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while august was at work, dan had gotten into the liquor cabinet and was drunk out of his fucking mind. he sat on the floor of their bedroom, nursing on a bottle of grey goose vodka. after another sip, he hears the jingle of keys, his eyes darting over to the front door. he quickly shoves the cap back onto the bottle and slides it under the bed. he tried to get back onto his feet, but fell on his ass like the drunkard he is. he stared at the bedroom door as he heard the click of the front door opening and shutting, august soon stepping into view at the doorway.
“baby?” august ask softly, walking over to dan, seeing his flushed face. “are you drunk again?” he asked gently, sitting down on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“nnnoooo, of course not,” dan slurred his words, crawling between august’s legs and looking up at him with an innocent look.
“really? because your face is really red, and you smell like alcohol,” august reached down and gently ran a thumb over dan’s bottom lip.
“stupid fucking asian flush,” dan muttered under his breath, his eyes flickering down to august’s thumb.
“have you been drinking all day?” august raised an eyebrow, slipping his thumb into dan’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue.
“n-no, i-” dan stammered, his breath hitching in his throat at the gesture.
“sure, you haven’t- let me see the bottle, love,” august pulled his thumb out of dan’s mouth and held a hand out.
dan let out a soft whimper at the loss of touch and reached under the bed, pulling the bottle of vodka out and placing it in august’s hands. august looked down at the bottle and pressed his lips together, letting out a deep breath out of his nose.
“half the bottle?” august frowned, holding the bottle in front of dan.
“you were gone for so long,” dan murmured softly, looking up at him from under his eyelashes, a small pout on his face.
“i know, but you don’t have to get shitfaced drunk every time i’m gone,” august sighed softly, running a hand through dan’s hair.
“but i missed you,” dan whined, rocking back and forth between august’s legs, now sitting on his ankles.
“you could just text me, you know,” august shook his head, his eyes softening as he clamped dan’s head between his thighs to stop him from moving so much.
“it’s not the same,” dan grumbled, his lips puckered from august squishing his cheeks with his legs.
“yeah, but you can’t just drink yourself to death every time i’m out and about,” august mumbled, gently scratching dan’s scalp.
“don’t leave me at home alone then,” dan muttered softly, leaning into august’s touch.
“love, if i could bring you everywhere with me, you know i would,” august said quietly, ruffling dan’s hair.
dan let out a soft whine, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, before leering up at august, his eyes a bit hazy now from the alcohol. august looked at dan with a small smirk, reaching down and giving his boyfriend’s bottom lip a gentle tap, his smirk widening as his lips slowly parted.
“you’re very out of it, huh?” august whispered, slipping two fingers into dan’s mouth, rubbing his tongue with the pads of his fingertips.
dan closed his mouth around august’s fingers, his tongue slipping between the two digits, pushing them apart. august looked down at dan, his free hand tangling into dan’s hair, giving it a small tug.
“auggie…” dan mumbled softly around august’s fingers, a small line of drool trailing down the corner of his mouth.
“yeah, love?” august tilted his head, smiling at the nickname, one that dan only used when he was very drunk.
dan reached up, his slender fingers clumsily grabbing august’s shirt, giving it a tug. he looked up at the taller man with a wanting look in his eyes.
“right- right, i get it, i get it,” august laughed, pulling his fingers back out of dan’s mouth and reaching down and and effortlessly picking him up, delicately setting him down into his lap. he gently wiped the drool off of the corner of dan’s mouth with his thumb, smearing the saliva back onto his bottom lip. “drooling already, hm?” he asked softly, watching dan as he drunkenly grabbed his wrist.
dan held a finger up and pointed at august’s hand, then to his mouth. august nodded, understanding what dan was getting at. he held out two fingers, pushing them past dan’s lips. dan happily took them in his mouth, gently sucking on them. he looked up at august with half-lidded eyes, reaching for the hem of august’s shirt, balling the fabric up in his hands. using his free hand, august ran his hand through dan’s golden locks, his nails occasionally scratching dan’s scalp. dan let put a soft murmur, pushing his head against august’s hand, wanting more of his touch. august let out an exaggerated sigh and pet dan’s hair, as if he were a dog. if dan had a tail, it would be wagging right now. he loved headpats. especially from the love of his life.
“love? where do you keep that box of toys you have?” august asked quietly, glancing at dan’s very inebriated form.
“under bed,” dan muttered, still sucking on his boyfriend’s digits.
“stay here,” august instructed, giving dan’s head a gentle pat, before getting up, his fingers sliding out of dan’s mouth with a soft pop. august knelt on the ground and pulled out a shoebox from under the bed, opening it to reveal an array of sex toys and gear. he picked up a collar that they had gotten from their local pet store, adorned with a tag that said “goldie” on it. he reached up and secured it around dan’s neck, before getting the matching leash, clipping it onto the collar.
“what… doing?” dan slurred, looking down at the leash.
“just a bit of pet play- nothing sexual. promise,” august smiled, getting back onto the bed, sitting beside dan. he took the leash on his hand and gave it a gentle tug. “c’mere pup,” august ordered, patting his lap.
“coming,” dan murmured, crawling over to august, hovering over his legs.
“good boy,” august whispered, planting a kiss onto dan’s ear. “now sit,” august gently tapped dan’s ass.
dan obediently plopped his butt onto august’s lap, looking up at him, awaiting his next command.
“you’re such a good boy,” august murmured, giving dan a gentle kiss on his cheek. “puppy want a treat?” he asked in a soft voice, looking dan im the eyes.
“treat?” dan echoed, his eyes meeting august’s blue ones.
august nodded, teaching over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a terry’s chocolate orange box. he slipped the round ball of chocolate put of the box and tapped it against the drawer. unwrapping it, he picked up a chocolatey, orange-shaped slice, and held it in front of dan. “i’ve been saving this for you,” august gently nudged the slice towards dan, watching his very drunk boyfriend take it from his hand, into his mouth, as if it were an actual orange slice.
“can eat?” dan asked, the slice still between his teeth.
“yes. take a bite, sweetheart,” august laughed, nodding his head. he watched as dan bit down onto the chocolate, the other half of it dropping onto his lap. august picked up the fallen chocolate and held it put to dan, holding it between his fingers.
“do i have to eat the whole orange?” dan asked quietly, taking a small bite of the chocolate.
“god, no, of course not- just as much as you want to,” august laughed, shaking his head, watching as dan nibbled at the sweet.
“just one?” dan murmured, his mouth nearing august’s fingers.
“just one is fine,” august nodded, watching as dan took the last of the chocolate in his mouth, along with august’s fingers that were holding it.
dan glanced up at august, before pulling away, taking the chocolate with him. “i’m done,” dan uttered, letting out a soft hiccup.
“yeah? you want some water, love?” august asked gently, wiping his saliva-covered fingers on his sweats.
“wawa?” dan asked drunkenly, mispronouncing the simple word.
“wa. ter.” august corrected him, stifling laugh.
“wawa,” dan whined, looking up at august with a pout.
“okay, okay, i’ll get you some water,” august laughed, getting up and giving dan’s head a soft pat.
dan quietly watched as august stood up and walked to the kitchen, looking at him longingly as he disappeared from the room. second later, august came back with a glass of ice water. “here, drink up,” august lifted the glass to dan’s lips, letting him take a sip.
“you- you’re back-” dan stammered, after swallowing a mouthful of water.
“of course, i always come back, don't i?” august smiled softly, holding the glass out to his lover.
“always…” dan repeated quietly, looking down at the glass before taking another sip, handing the half-drunken glass back to august.
august took the glass and set it down onto their bedside table, looking at dan with admiration. “tired?” he asked in a soft voice.
“i’m ‘eepy,” dan mumbled, fidgeting with the leash.
august gently took the leash from dan giving it a small tug, patting the pillow next to him. “come lay down,” august said softly, carefully guiding dan towards the pillow.
dan crawled over to the pillow and flopped down, his body merging with the bed. “i love you,” he murmured, glancing up at august with half-lidded eyes.
“i love you too, my golden boy,” august whispered quietly as he laid down next to dan, wrapping him in his arms in a tight hug, holding the wavy-haired blond against his chest. he glanced down at dan as his eyes fluttered shut, slowly drifting off to sleep. “happy valentine’s day, love,” he murmured into his hair, planting a soft kiss to it.