"Gray~"
The voice was soft, slightly slurred, and unmistakably familiar.
Gray froze mid-stream as a delicate hand wrapped firmly around his cock from behind, fingers curling gently but possessively around his length.
The sudden touch made him twitch in her palm.
He turned his head just enough to confirm who it was.
"Claire...?"
The usually shy, quiet girl was standing right behind him, pressed close against his back.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson from all the alcohol she had consumed during the games.
Her eyes, normally downcast and timid whenever she looked at him, were now slighly narrowed and gleaming with a boldness he had never seen from her before.
Drunk Claire was an entirely different person.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, her breath warm and sweet against his ear as she gave his cock a slow, experimental squeeze.
