Pop. Went the Champagne bottle as sizzling droplets sparked out, drizzling down the length of his arms and spraying a bit on his cheeks and pecs. (his shirt removed long ago.) Usually he wasn’t know. For liking Alcohol WHATSOEVER, however he could make an exception to get a little drunk with his (insert gender)friend for the holidays, knowing his partner they enjoyed champagne. Especially such expensive ones as well.

“Come on baby, don’t be shy I know you love this kind… Drink a bit with me..?”

He purred with a wink and a chuckle, clearly already a bit drunk and tipsy, leaning back with a toothy smirk.

The champagne drizzling down his body only made you want to lick it off… Which he wasn’t opposed to.