It's nice, can't deny that. [ dante almost purrs as fingers run through his hair, scratching just a little against his scalp. ] Spent too long losing, got tired of it. So I'm gonna cling onto forever as long as I can.

[ in this position it isn't hard for dante to simply lift wolfwood from the windowsill, hands hooked underneath the other man's ass to keep him upright as he moves them both to the couch - the room isn't big enough to make the trip long, nor laid out in a way that a blind drunk dante will knock into every sharp corner of his way to the couch itself. ]

I'll be fine as long as you don't go anywhere, Nick. [ upon reaching said couch dante allows himself, and wolfwood by extension, to all but flop down onto it snaking an arm around his waist. dante grins toothily, a puff of laughter dancing across his lips, shifting a little until he finds a spot he can comfortably sit in for the next few hours; wolfwood in his lap, legs spread, one hand resting against the small of wolfwood's back while the other slides down his thigh. ]

You can give me a few more of those kisses if you'd like, I'm really enjoying the taste.