the beginning of mandus’ nightmare.
to say he was surprised was an understatement. fully had he anticipated to be shoved away at best, punched at worst, all with the satisfaction of knowing he had repulsed him. perhaps being punched would have been the better option, given it would have shocked their fellow guests all too invested in their drunken cheers to pay mind to the pair of them.
his drunken, scrambling mind desperately made an attempt to get a handle on what was happening, the reciprocation of the kiss setting off every alarm bell. over-stimulation driving any logical thought into a wall as he was pulled closer.
it was wildly different than kisses he was accustomed to, used to being the taller, dominant personality, pressing closer with sharp teeth against soft lips and using strength and height to maintain control. but he was outmatched here, drunkenness leaving his limbs feeling the equivalent of wet noodles, forced to struggle a bit before he could finally push back for air, eyes wide and looking dazed.
was he so drunk he hallucinated him n o t punching him in the face?
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