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Shinon knows he’ll regret this in the morning.

Janaff will be pissed off; he’ll probably tell a good part of the army.

Ike will be wondering where the two of them, Shinon and Janaff, were last night.

And Shinon will be wondering how he ended up in bed with a laguz without killing it first.

But for now, he’s totally content.

Though he’s not as drunk as he wishes he was, nor is Janaff as drunk as Shinon wishes he was,  the sniper’s convinced himself he’s going to enjoy this. So for now, he’s letting the hawk straddle his waist, kissing him furiously, and grinding his hips against the other’s.

Shinon raises a hand and undoes Janaff’s hair, immediately weaving his fingers within it. His other hand works to remove Janaff’s shirt, and with a little help from the laguz, he manages to get it off. The hawk fumbles with Shinon’s shirt as well, managing to only throw it open before Shinon gets a little more intimate. His hand slides down Janaff’s sides before traveling under his waistband and firmly gripping his ass.

Janaff moans, breaking the kiss as the snipers nimble hands move to his front and stroke his flaccid member, quickly awakening it. “Ahh…” his moans aren’t restrained at all, and Shinon smirks victoriously. “Let’s make this a little more fun, shall we?” he mumbles into Janaff’s ear as he readjusts their positions so now Janaff is lying against the footboard of the bed, shifting his wings so he doesn’t crush them during the impending throes of passion.

Shinon roughly pulls the rest of Janaff’s clothing off him, freeing his erection and exposing his chest, which Shinon soon decides he rather likes. His hand begins to pump the hawk once more, and now the sniper begins exploring Janaff’s torso with an alternating series of licks, nibbles, and kisses. “Dammit Shinon, stop fucking around..!” Janaff cries out as Shinon licks lower and lower, occasionally pausing to place a prominent hickey wherever he feels there needs to be one. But now, Janaff’s painfully hard, and he’s sick of Shinon fooling around and not sucking him off. The laguz grasps Shinon’s hair and pushes his head lower, so the tip of his erection presses at Shinon’s jugular notch.

Finally, Shinon makes his way to Janaff’s length, licking the head ever so slightly, then taking it in his mouth. His tongue swirls around it before he sucks on it harshly, causing the hawk to moan. He grips Shinon’s ear’s now, pushing down and forcing the redhead to deepthroat him. Shinon pulls away, glaring at Janaff. “Let go of my ears, I know what I’m doing!” With this said, Janaff lets go and the redhead resumes him ministrations.

“S-Shinon!” Janaff groans as he feels his climax quickly approaching. The sniper hums a bit, the vibrations bringing Janaff to the edge. After another harsh suck, the laguz comes into Shinon’s mouth, having a more intense orgasm than he’s ever felt.

His breath turns harsh and he begins to pant as Shinon finishes undressing himself. In his vaguely drunk stage, he notices that Shinon’s big. Big enough that penetration would hurt without some sort of lube.

“Shinon… lube…” he pants, eyes flicking around the room, at least trying to find something that would be slick.

“I know what I’m doin’, calm down,” Shinon says to him, pressing two fingers to the hawk’s lips. Janaff parts his lips a little, allowing the digits to be slid in. He closes his eyes and sucks on them, making sure to thickly coat them with saliva now that he knows what Shinon’s planning.

Shinon withdraws his fingers, and slides his hand down between Janaff’s legs. Pushing them in roughly, he notices the wince that’s clearly on the hawk’s face. As much as he hates him, Shinon doesn’t want to hurt Janaff, so he uses his other hand to stroke Janaff’s erection again, trying to take his mind off the pain.

When Janaff begins to relax around his fingers, the redhead removes them and positions himself, steadying his hands on the footboard next to Janaff’s shoulders. The laguz gulps and closes his eyes again. “Do it,” he mutters. Shinon needs no further encouragement and slides in, going all the way in before pausing to let the hawk adjust. In this moment Shinon kisses him again, not nearly as fiercely as he was earlier. Janaff kisses back in the same gentle manner, surprised but slightly liking the affection.

After a minute of kissing, Janaff slides his arms around Shinon’s neck and breaks the kiss. Shinon looks him in the eyes. “Ready now?” His voice his softer but lower, less dominant than it was before. Janaff nods and buries his face in the crook of the sniper’s neck.

Shinon thrusts in and out, beginning a steady rhythm that starts out fast and gets faster. “Ah, Shinon!” Janaff’s crying out his name now, clutching at his back. Shinon captures him in a kiss again, his thrusts peaking in speed and bringing them both almost to their climaxes. As they both hit their orgasms, they’re kissing and moaning and screaming into each others mouths. Janaff explodes all over both of their stomachs, and Shinon releases into him, feeling Janaff’s muscles clamp down around him as he finishes.

After a moment, the sniper pulls out and pulls Janaff, who seems to be on the edge on unconsciousness, up to the head of the bed with him.

“You’re not as drunk as I thought you were,” Shinon tells him.

“Neither are you.”

“Touché.”

They were silent for a while as Janaff moved a little to the redhead and pulled the blankets over them.

“I don’t hate you that much anymore,” he finally said, drifting into sleep.

“Same to you, birdbrain. Same to you.”