Take Me Drunk, I'm Home

Mithras didn't really understand what was happening, but he hoped Faria did. Between his drunken, muddled mind and a lack of experience he had long ago given the reins over to the impulses of his body. Faria moved on him, with him, and he was lost. If he wanted to stop, he didn't remember. If he knew how at any point, that was lost to him then. All at once he lost his mind, overtaken by a fuzzy, mashed up, watered down version of thinking. All he knew was what he wanted, and nothing else. Perhaps he would look back on it as a mistake, but just then the concept of 'past' and 'future' were drowned out by the 'now.' He sucked in a breath and flung himself from the last ledge holding him up from the abyss of insensate.
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