#// jo get ur not-bf to stop being so grumpy

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11. a  drunk  /  drugged  kiss. from jo to ig 🩵

after his late afternoon classes he needed to stop by in the library for some extra literature; and then spent an extra two hours there, figuring that he might aswell get a bit of a headstart on his next assignment. it also meant he needed to carry one less heavy textbook back home.

home, where he'd been greeted with nearly uneasy silence. the post-it note that he found stuck to the fridge revealed the reason to him.

i'm at 303 come stop by after you're done being studious mr. officer xx

he supposed that also explained the noise he heard along the way. a heavy sigh escaped, as the sweet way his roommate had addressed him played at his nerves, snatching the piece of paper and crumpling it up in his annoyance, before throwing it away. despite that, however, he would decide to go pay johan, and by proxy, the party, a visit anyway.

just to make sure that idiot wouldn't get in trouble again— and not because he liked him and his company. definitely not.

something more casual and comfortable was put on, though judging by his expression it was apparent that the young man was tired. brows furrowed in further frustration as he approached apartment 303, all the noises far too loud for his liking. stepping inside and he was immediatelly greeted by a couple familiar faces, putting on a fake smile before being handed one of those cheap beers in a plastic cup without even asking for it. and despite expressing gratitude, he couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit.

a small sip was taken, if only out of politeness ( despite quite literally no one really paying attention to as much, but he couldn't help it! ) before eyes began to wander. he could swear that somewhere amidst all that cacophony of sounds, he'd heard johan's voice somewhere. though actually finding the fairhead was a bit more difficult.

eventually he did. a bit further in the back. glued to someone else. typical. this time, ignis had managed to swallow back the disappointed sigh that threatened to escape, but he wasn't shy in slapping his hand on the taller's shoulder, giving it a light tug. " hey, do you mind? hi, " the emphasis placed on the greeting spoke of his mild exasperation to find the other slutting himself out again, though he really shouldn't have been surprised anymore at this point. more than anything, it was to remind him that he'd asked ignis to come in the first place, no?

barely acknowledging the other boy his roommate had been kissing, he gave johan an expectant look with a hand upon a hip. drunk, if he had to guess, maybe more, if his flushed visage and the way he held himself up were to speak for anything.

" oh hiii, ig! " and immediatelly johan's arms were thrown around ignis' own, sending him off balance just a bit.

" hey, watch it, " the chastising was quiet, and likely would go unheard by the other. more than anything he was more worried about getting the beer splashed on either of them— why was he holding onto it still in the first place? with that realization dawning on him and a faint grunt, he set it aside at the nearest table. " you good? having fun i see? " a brief glance was cast beyond broad shoulders, noticing the other boy get just as fed up and simply leaving; clearly this wasn't any sort of long-term engagement... and yet, it made the hound smirk to himself.

" aah, yeah, mmm—— this is— " turning around, but his company was nowhere to be found. the blonde's shoulders dropped as they went slack in his disappointment. " awh, fuck man... "

" aww, he left you? what shame, " he couldn't even pretend that he truly felt sorry for his friend. for actually ruining it for him. " guess you're stuck with me for the night, hmm? "

" guess so— i mean, i dunno... can ya kiss me as good as he did? "

" better. try me. "

johan didn't need to be told twice to do exactly that; especially in his feebleminded, drunken state. with needy hands grasping at tanned features, the kiss was practically forcibly stolen, and all for himself. hungry, with the way he so nearly devoured the other, but the control was fleeting as ignis' own hands were pressed to broad chest, pushing against it until johan's back had met the wall, forcing a grunt to vent into their connected mouths.

he wasn't even opposed to it, made no attempt in regaining control back, simply allowing himself to get lost in all that was ignis; the way his lips felt against his own, the way he pressed his body more into roaming palms. not pulling away until absolutely neccessary, with a loud enough gasp to fill lungs with air once more, " y-yeah. better... definitely better... "