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Aeron: Sitting around all day waiting for you isn't much fun, y'know

[ SMS from; adrien ] And how do you propose I do that?[ SMS from; adrien ] Better yet--what's in it for me?

The sun's dipping past the horizon by the time Aeron emerges in the apartment, shopping bags clutched in one hand while a russet-hued pup naps soundly in the crook of the other. And as the star sets his purchases down against the nearest wall, he's glancing about for a certain curly-haired boy, lips pulled into a smile of uncharacteristic giddiness. "--Harry?"

[ SMS from; aeron ] didn't really know i had power over you, ha.[ SMS from; aeron ] but no it doesn't feel /good/ persay.[ SMS from; aeron ] i suppose i just like having any effect on you at all.

It was fascinating, really—how all of Aeron’s walls seemed to crumble with little struggle once alcohol got into his system. It was for that reason that he mostly had sex when he was drunk; when there was no semblance of control or self-awareness left to stifle his desires. So it’s almost clockwork that he’s sneaking into Harry’s apartment and making a beeline for his bedroom just as the liquor begins to take hold. Every feeling he’s ever had for the younger male—sexual or otherwise—is exploding in vivid hues across his eyesight and he knows he won’t rest, can’t rest until he’s had his hands on him in some way, shape or form. So as he crawls over the other, blessed with grace that’s surprising for a man so intoxicated, it’s impossible to keep his lips to himself, light kisses rained down upon whatever exposed flesh he can find. 

Aeron: [ he'd been calling and texting for what felt like an eternity, the burden of his worry increasing with each failed attempt. though he might not know for sure what's happened in the hours since the younger hung up, aeron's certain that it's nothing good so as he places the phone to his ear for the umpteenth time, silent prayers for an answer seem to echo off every corner of his mind. ] Please...

Aeron: i'm starting to get worried.