Notes

Drunk-
It all started with a bar. Bailey and Warren thought it'll be fun to go out and have a few drinks. A few. That was an understatement. Glasses were stacked onto each other, beer bottles to whiskey glasses, you name it. It was there. That wasn't the problem, however. The problem was the British man being overly drunk. He was notorious to be an honest, kinder and not to mention a horny drunk. And on top of that, he had terrible mood swings. "Haha! Warren! Isn't *Hic!* T-this fun?!" An arm wrapped around the others shoulder, having a goofy smile on his face. "Oui! I agree!" A grin spread across the French man's face. At least Warren was a happy drunk and nothing else. For now. "H-hold on, I wan't to do something." A hiccup left his lips, as he stood up.

Unexpectedly, Bailey put his leg around the right side of his lap, sitting down while facing Warren. "B-Bailey?!" Warren tried pushing his body away from the other man, but to no avail. "Come on... I-I want to do it..." Grinding down, the friction caused a shiver to be sent down Warren's spine. "Bailey... Y-You're too drunk...! S-snap out of it...!" Bailey's arms wrapped around the others neck, as he smashed his lips against the other, harshly making out. "Mmmpf?!" He couldn't believe this. The man's he's had a crush on for years is making out with him. "Hah... Warren..." Breathing through the kiss, he called for the other.

Warren grabbed the British man's shoulders and pulled him away. "S-stop! If we go this far... You'll make me do something I'll regret..." Silence. Not a word was being said from the man straddling him. "I... I'm sorry..." Tears fell down his face. Getting off, he sat back in his seat, legs closing together tightly. "...Mon chéri, there is nothing to be sorry about..." A warm hand cupped Bailey's face, wiping away the never ending tears. Intertwining their hands together, they call a cab and stay at Warren's house.

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"Ahn! Ah! Y-yes! Yes! P-p-please g-go, ah! Go f-faster...!" Hearts formed in his eyes as he was pounded into the ground. "Very well then." Slamming his hips mercilessly, he thrusted deeper, harder and erratic into the moaning British man. "W-W-Warr...en! Hah! I-I... L-l-love, gah! I l-love you...! War-ren!" The French man's length had grown harder. Bailey being an honest drunk proved him to actually show his true feelings. "Say that..." Thrust! "...Again." Warren soon hit Bailey's prostate which made him almost scream his name. He hit it so hard that the British man couldn't help but roll his eyes upwards into his skull, his tongue lolling out with dripping drool coming off of it. "WARREN! HAH, WARREN! OOH, F-FUCKK...! I-IT FEELS... AH! AM-MAZING...! W-WARREN, PUH...! PLEASE...! FILL M-ME UP! OH, WARREN! ❤ " Warren had never seen this side of Bailey and even when he's drunk, he'll still remember that expression and confession. "Oh my, you're such a slut for my cock... Aren't you?" Gripping hard on the others shaft, he leaned in closer to the other ones ear. "But only good sluts can cum ❤. If you want me or you to come, you have to say that 'you're a dirty whore that can't be filled up right unless it's daddy's cum...❤" Clench! Bailey tightened around Warren, looking back at him (or at least trying to), closing his legs together more than usual. "AH! I-I'M A D-DIRTY WHORE... GNH! THAT C-CAN'T BE FUUH! FILLED UP R-RIGHT UHN! L-LESS I-IT'S D-DADDY'S CUM❤! P-PLEASE LET ME C-CUM❤!" Hands wrapped around the British mans neck, as his face was pushed down onto the bed. "Coming...! Drink it all, bitch!" He thrust as deep and hard as he could at the prostate, gaining an instantaneous orgasm from the one under him. Soon after Warren came also, realising his seed into Bailey's ass. As he pulled out, the white liquid immediately fell down his inner thigh. Instead of getting up to clean himself, he looked back at him, spreading his ass apart as much as he can as the cum kept seeping out. "I'm always your sex tool ❤. Are you ready for a round 2...? ❤" "Of course I am."

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"Ugh..." Bailey sat up while he cupped his face with his cheek. Where was he? I mean sure, he's been to Warren's house before, but being half-asleep while your ass is throbbing doesn't help. "What...?" He looked around and soon looked down at the sleeping body. "Wait... Did I...?" The British man groaned. "Oh you've got to be kidding me..." Attempting to get up and leave, he slid off before he fell with a loud thud. "Fuck!" His ass HURT. A muffled noise came from the bed. Warren just woke up. "Hello...? Bailey is that you...?" Shit. "Oh... Hey Warren." He tried to give him a smile, but it seemed forced. The French man got up, checking his phone. While looking through his picture gallery, he spotted a peculiar video. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Uh, Bailey... You might wanna watch this..." The British man looked over, as he did not expect the audio that came out of his phone. "AAH! W-WARREN!" "Ah-ah-ah. I told you to call me daddy~ You'll have to be punished for being such a bad boy ❤..." "O-OH NO! D-DON'T SLOW DOWN! I'M SORRY DADDY, I'LL BE A GOOD BOY!" "Huh? What's this? My my, you're so greedy, fucking yourself on my cock like that ❤." The British man's face turned completely pale. "Is... That what I sound like... Wait. One, why do I sound and look like a fucking hentai girl, two, why do you sound so out of character and three, why the hell was I calling you daddy--" "I-I don't know??" Warren's face lit up. One of his closeted kinks has been revealed.