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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Welcome_to_Hell_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Jonathan_Combs/Napoleon_Maxwell_Sowachowski_|_Sock, Jonathan_Combs_&
      Napoleon_Maxwell_Sowachowski_|_Sock
  Character:
      Napoleon_Maxwell_Sowachowski_|_Sock, Jonathan_Combs
  Additional Tags:
      Trans_Male_Character, Trans_Character, trans_sock, alcohol_use, Alcohol,
      Intoxication, Very_very_very_mild_dubcon, but_im_tagging_it_anyway,
      dubcon, Just_because_jon_is_drunk, Kink_Meme, Underage_Drinking, Underage
      Sex, Oneshot, boobs, Haha_i_love_boobs_sorry, Oral, Oral_Sex, Fingering,
      Cunnilingus
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-02 Words: 2096
****** Rum and Roughhousing ******
by silentflight
Summary
     mom says she should have made me go to bible study and she was right
     sorry ma
      
     anyway this us based on kinkmeme prompt number 1196 and well golly
     gee
     ps rum is powerful shit kids dont drink underage and stuff its not
     cool it just leaves you feeling sick and makes your parents sad.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The night had started out simple enough. Sock had gone back to hell at five
like his shift intended, and Jonathan was left to his own devices. His mom was
out, and with no siblings, he had the house to himself.
So naturally, he did the thing any stupid teen would do, and got drunk out of
his fucking mind. We're talking 17 year old boy has no clue how powerful rum is
and drinks like, a wine glass of it. How the fuck does he not die.
He surprisingly doesn't throw up, and makes his way to his room to listen to
music and sit around. It was a Friday, so he didn't have to worry about having
to go to school hungover. He could just sleep through it, and be fine when he
woke up.
The thing was, Jonathan had a problem. He was a horny drunk. One hell of a
horny drunk. We're not just talking flirting a lot and making suggestive jokes,
we're talking fuck anything that moves.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), Sock had returned to the Combs' residence
because he had gotten tired of all the screaming and turf wars between the
gluttons and the lawyers.
He poked his head through the door of Jonathan's room, and found his
counterpart with his headphones on, face resting on the desk. He floated over
and tapped his shoulder; Jon roused, lifting his head. He chuckled softly upon
seeing Sock, his cheeks flushed pink from alcohol.
Sock knew something was off, but he couldn't quite place it. He blinked several
times, tilting his head. This was odd, Jonathan didn't usually chuckle unless
Sock told a joke.
He contemplated whatever the fuck was going on, but then there were hands on
the sides of his face and lips moving hungrily against his. When Jon opened his
mouth and Sock got over the initial shock, he knew what was going on.
The bitter taste and obvious scent of alcohol hung heavy on Jonathan's breath,
and the demon protested and pushed him back a little.
Jonathan whined, blinking at him with bright blue puppy eyes. Sock had a dazed
expression on his face, breathing heavier than before. His face was a startling
red, green eyes wide.
Jonathan looped an arm around Sock's waist, pulling him back. The demon didn't
have the heart to push him away again, and kissed the other teen back softly.
Five minutes of make outs later and Jonathan's tongue was in Sock's mouth,
large hands on his waist under his shirt. The auburn haired hellspawn had his
hands tangled in the slightly older teen's hair.
When Jon's hands started wandering further up, Sock paused. Was this alright?
Everything was going so fast, and he didn't know what to do about it. Thoughts
vacated his mind like water from a bursted kiddie pool when there were fingers
teasing the skin just underneath the edges of his binder.
His shirt and vest were pulled up and off, quickly discarded on the floor.
Jon's shirt followed, and then the drunk one smoothed his hands over the black
garment that was left over Sock's small frame. Both bit their lips, and
Jonathan tugged lightly at it, wordlessly asking for permission. Sock assumed
the removal of it would allow him to breathe, and even though he was dead, it
would still feel nice and help him relax. He nodded.
Jonathan buried his face in Sock's neck, kissing at his skin softly, with the
occasional lick, nip, or suck. His hands went to work trying to unclasp the
binder at the back, but since Jon is some sort of shitty incompetent drunk
teen, he struggled for quite some time.
He succeeded eventually though, slipping it over Sock's shoulders and letting
it drop to the floor.
The demon was sitting on the desk in front of Jon, and when his binder was off
he buried his face in his hands, flustered. It was a relief to take such deep
breaths, but it was also strange for him to feel so vulnerable. He wouldn't let
anyone else do this.
But Jonathan was special. He sighed and closed his eyes, Jonathan was getting
more aggressive with the kisses to his neck, leaving pink marks up and down the
side, turning to purple bruises. He pulled Sock's head back a little to suck a
mark to the front of his throat, and Sock couldn't stop the little whimper that
escaped his open mouth, nor could he control the growing warmth in his lower
regions.
Jonathan's head was hazy, and his judgment wasn't the greatest, but he was
still in control of his actions. Still aware of what he was doing, he pulled
Sock's head down to kiss him again, a little more tender than before, but still
passionate and intense. He slid his hand from Sock's hair, twirled a strand
from the nape of his neck around his finger, and then slid it down his chest.
Sock shivered, licking at the blond's lips. The demon was oversensitive from
having that area of his body covered almost all the time, and was pretty sore.
Jonathan picked up on this quickly from the way Sock sighed when the other teen
massaged gently at the side of his breast, and both laughed softly. It was a
silly thing, and even in their odd episode of lust, it was evident that they
cared about each other.
That emotional moment didn't last much longer though, because Jon had started
to bite at Sock's collar bone and run his thumbs over his personal pest's
nipples. The demon would squeak and squirm, and Jonathan found it really cute.
His hand traveled down to grab possessively at Sock's crotch, and Sock bucked
his hips forward in to Jon's hand.
The larger teen smirked, tugging at the demon's skirt and jeans with one hand.
When Sock nodded enthusiastically, Jon pulled down his skirt and unbuttoned his
jeans, tugging them off with his boots. He discarded the clothing on the ground
to his left.
The demon's underwear was striped electric blue and bright orange, and quite
honestly an eyesore. It was pretty cute though, and it seemed to suit Sock
perfectly. Jonathan poked Sock's tummy lightly, and he giggled happily, feeling
a little silly. Then he pushed Sock back so that he was laying on the desk.
Sock wasn't sure where Jonathan was going with this, but whatever it was, he
was excited as all fuck.
Jon knew this, and he chuckled softly. He was doing quite a lot of that
tonight. Chuckling and smirking. Normally Sock would get frustrated with it,
but right now he couldn't possibly care less. The teen pushed Sock's legs apart
slightly, pressing his lips to his inner thigh. The demon buried his face in
his hands again as Jonathan licked softly at his skin, and he squealed when
Jonathan nipped. Sock was breathing hard from arousal, and he squirmed as his
human slowly mouthed at him through his underwear. Gosh, what a tease.
Sock felt his tongue, warm and solid through the fabric. He curled his toes,
tilting his head to look down, and he flopped his head back again. The flushed
pink of Jon's face, and how his dark eyelashes made lines over his cheeks
should be illegal. Sock swore that he could totally charge him with
manslaughter for that.
Finally, finally Jonathan tugged at his underwear with one hand and Sock lifted
his hips so Jon could slip them off. Jon pulled them most of the way down, but
left them looped around one of his ankles.
Sock had never really done anything like this before. He didn't expect it to
feel as fucking good as it did, but jesus christ, Jon's mouth was on him and he
was running broad, flat licks over his slit, and the demon was wheezing. He
felt warm, and his useless heart was pounding. When Jon dragged his tongue up
to his clit and then gently sucked at it Sock whimpered, but then there was a
finger gently circling his entrance and he shuddered.
Jonathan had shoved his jeans down to his knees in order to reduce the
uncomfortable pressure, but that was hardly enough now. He slipped himself out
of his boxers, reaching the hand that wasn't touching Sock down to fiddle with
himself idly.
The way Jon was crooking his finger was driving Sock mad, and hitting just the
right spot but it still wasn't enough. It was better when he slipped in a
second finger, the demon arched up and then tangled his hands in Jonathan's
hair.
Jon was stroking himself slowly, taking time to squeeze. He was getting himself
worked up. The teen was hard as a fucking rock, and was moaning softly against
his demon's skin.
Sock felt a fluttering heat in his pelvic area, and he stammered out an
expletive.
"Ffffuck-" was what he managed to say, his eyes shut tightly. Jonathan just
chuckled, sending a little shock through the demon and coaxing another small
noise from him. He was close as all hell, squirming and moaning openly, about
to-
Jonathan stopped, smirking up at him. Sock lifted his head to glare, but the
smoldering look he was met with made his legs tremble. The taller of the two
stood and leaned over Sock, slipping a little but then putting his hand out to
hold himself up. He was pretty clumsy from being intoxicated still.
Sock laughed when he stumbled, and Jonathan murmured a sort of slurred, "is
this alright?"
"Yes, hell yes. Sweet Mary and Joseph on a buttered biscuit, please." Sock
replied immediately, and Jon chuckled at his eagerness (and stupid
exclamation). He lined himself up with Sock's entrance, and pushed in slowly.
The demon leaned up to wrap his arms around the blond's shoulders, lifting his
legs. He was far more than wet enough, his inner thighs slightly slick from
Jon's kisses and his own arousal. Jonathan grunted softly, resting one large
hand firmly on Sock's hip. Once Sock had moved around a bit to get comfortable,
Jon started moving. Slowly at first, but he gradually went harder.
The demon dug his nails in to Jon's shoulder blades, and Jonathan hissed softly
in pain, even though it was a good pain. Sock had tilted his head back, but Jon
nudged his chin with his nose. He looked up at him, lips parted slightly. Both
smiled a little, and they ended up in a kiss.
Both were worked back up again after their previous little pause, both close.
Jon had moved his hand from Sock's hip to his clit, making little circles. Sock
had wrapped his legs around Jon's waist and was kissing him desperately, and a
minute later he had gone rigid. Jonathan growled at the sensation, his voice
low. Sock shuddered, curling his toes up and arching his back. He whined
loudly, but it faded to a drawn out little warble as he came. He was left tired
and shaky, flopping back against the desk, his thighs quivering.
Jon finished a few moments later. He buried his face in his demon's neck,
riding out the sensation until the static died down. He didn't bother to pull
out or anything. Sock was dead, after all. Wait fuck did this count as
necrophilia? He shoved away the thought, and focused on the drooling demon
under him.
Sock's eyes were half closed, a general dazed expression on his face. There was
a moan from Jon and a shudder from Sock when the human pulled out, and Jon went
about getting his boxers on, and slipping his own shirt over Sock's body. It
was kinda large on him but hey it fits the aesthetic.
Jon's head was hazy, and both of the teens were sleepy as all hell. He tried to
pick Sock up bridal style and did an okay job, but he stumbled over to his bed
and fell backward on to it. Sock sniffed quietly, slipping under the covers
with his counterpart and settling against his chest. Sock liked how warm
Jonathan was.
Two minutes later, Sock whispered.
"Hey, Jon?"
"....Yeah?"
"Drunk you is great."
Jonathan snorted.
"Also I love you."
".... I Love you too."
The two woke up the next morning sticky and awkward. Jonathan was grumpy and
hungover, and Sock was sore and glad he had a scarf. He reserved the right to
wear Jonathan's shirt for the rest of the day.
Despite this, they laid in bed after waking up to just cuddle for a while.
These goddamn homosexuals.
End Notes
     i wrote this instead of an essay are y'all fucking happy because i
     hate myself
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