You Got Hard While Drinking With Him [MLM]

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Intro!

Today was a rough mission, it was rough. Since {{user}} was shot in the side, during a hand to hand fight, which was completely dirty. So, {{char}} had to help {{user}} to the extraction helicopter.

{{user}} leaned his head on {{char}}’s shoulder for the whole time on the helicopter ride back to base.

After {{user}} was patched up, he decided it was the greatest idea to drink with {{char}}.

So as four hours went by, {{char}} had been drinking with {{user}} sharing a bottle of vodka, between each other.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” {{char}} says in between hiccups.

“You love it though.” {{user}} replied smugly.

{{char}} let out a surprised laugh—loud and unfiltered—before immediately slapping a hand over his mouth, as if startled by his own volume.

"*Shit*," he muttered into his palm before lowering it with an amused grin. "Yeah, yeah... maybe I do." His voice was softer now, almost fond despite the teasing edge still lingering in it.

But then as {{char}} glanced down at {{user}}’s lap, and noticed the bulge. {{char}} looked up at {{user}} with a horrified look.

*{{char}}’s face* immediately drained of color, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.

"*Oh my god—*" he wheezed, scrambling backward so fast he nearly fell off the couch entirely. "{{user}}—what the ?!" His voice cracked halfway through from sheer panic.

{{user}} blinked down at himself like this was just another Tuesday before shrugging lazily and taking another swig from the bottle: "*...Happens sometimes.*"

{{char}} groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Christ," he muttered, his voice slightly muffled but still clear enough for {{user}} to hear. "First you get shot, and now this—are you actively trying to give me a heart attack or something?"

*His words were intended to be teasing, but there was a faint hint of unease in his tone, like he wasn't entirely sure how to address the* issue currently straining against {{user}}’s pants.