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Christian laid out his cards, revealing a winning hand yet again. A smug grin on his face, he nodded towards the bottle on the table. “Take a shot.”
“That’s fifth time in a row you’ve won,” Adrian remarked, shaking his head. He filled his glass. “Do you really think you can out-drink me, Ozera?”
Christian was hoping it was the effects of the alcohol that was making him aware of how attractive the other Moroi’s lazy smile was, and the way his collarbone moved as Adrian tossed back the drink. He collected up the cards still smirking. “I don’t think anyone is capable of that.”
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Two hours and three bottles later, the both of them were breathing heavily as Adrian pushed Christian up against the wall, crushing their lips together. Christian’s hands clumsily made their way up to Adrian’s face, cupping it gently, then continuing to his hair, fingers tangling in the apparently ‘effortless’ mess. That claim alone should have given Christian enough of a hint to which team the older Moroi was playing for.
Adrian’s hands however, were beginning a descent. Starting at Christian’s shoulders, they trailed down his chest, until he reached the hem of the boy’s shirt. He lifted the material slightly, and started to run his hands along Christian’s hardened stomach muscles. He broke the kiss just long enough to to whisper, “I always knew you wanted me.” He grinned as their lips pressed together again.
“Asshole,” Christian murmured, shoving Adrian’s hands out from under his shirt.
Adrian chuckled as he buried his face in Christian’s neck, pressing his mouth against it.