Rin closed the meager space between them, brushing his lips against Rory's as he whispered. "But you are... Your enchantment has seduced me even as we speak, my little fairy prince." Rin's lips brushed Rory's. Rin pulled back to gaze down at Rory, surprised to see his eyes shut, dreamily awaiting the next kiss. Rin smirked as he ran his thumb over Rory's puckered lips, causing his eyes to open. "Come on." He slowly slid his hands down Rory's arms and spun him around, causing Rory's arms to crisscross. He held him tightly against him and placed another kiss right below his chilled earlobe. "Let's get you inside."

Rory couldn't tell if the tingling running down his spine was from the cool night air or the excitement Rin was stirring, but he had a sneaking suspicion it was the latter. "I... I can't exactly walk like this." Rory squirmed against Rin's firm hold ineffectively.

Rin chuckled. "You can barely walk, regardless. I'm half tempted to carry you... If I didn't think you'd flail like a wild animal."

Rory turned his head and glared up at Rin indignantly, but as he was about to open his mouth in protest, Rin covered his in another kiss. Rory meekly met Rin's exploratory tongue as it glided around the inner edges of his mouth.

"Um..." Rin moaned as he pulled away and licked his lips. "Strawberries have suddenly moved to my new favorite flavor." He reluctantly released his hold with a wicked grin and guided Rory toward the hotel with as much haste as the wobbly drunk could maintain. As they made their way into the hotel lobby, the concierge called out to Rin.

"Excuse me, Sir. I'm sorry to trouble you, but several packages were delivered to your room earlier. Many of the guests wanted to leave gifts and whatnot... Well, I'm sure you understand, Sir."

Rin nodded but didn't release his hold on Rory. "Yes, thank you." He paused halfway to the elevators. "Oh, and can we get late checkout in the morning?" A smirk spread across his lips as he nodded toward Rory, who was leaning heavily against his side. "My friend here had a few too many to drink and will most likely be feeling it in the morning."

The concierge nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'll make a note of it now." His eyes moved to Rory. "Would you like water delivered to your room?"

Rin sent him a smile. "That won't be necessary. Thank you again." Rin's eyes moved around the lobby. There were some lingering guests, but not nearly as many as there had been the last two nights. Still, precautions would have to be taken in this area. He guided Rory to the elevators and was pleased to find one empty and waiting. Inside, Rory didn't fight against him when he leaned against the wall and pulled him between his legs. He tilted Rory's head up. "You still awake?"

Rory groggily nodded, but contrary to this, his eyes and head both grew heavy and began falling sideways.

Rin chuckled as he clasped Rory's face tightly. "You're a handful when you're drunk... but undeniably cute..." He was just about to lower his lips to Rory's again when the doors opened. "Come on, my little fairy prince. We've almost made it back. Just a bit farther." He patted Rory's cheek, waking him.

Rory peered around the elevator before turning on wobbly legs.

"Easy does it." Rin retrieved the room card from his front coat pocket and handed it to Rory. "Here, hold this." Rory stared down at the card as if it were alien for several long seconds before finally taking it. Once it was in his hand, Rin scooped him up into his arms, causing Rory to let out a shocked squeak. "Sorry, Buttercup, but I'm getting a bit impatient."

Rory's unfocused eyes moved from the key card to Rin. "Buttercup?"

Rin chuckled as he walked down the hallway toward their room. "It's a tiny yellow flower. It reminds me of your hair when the streetlights hit it." Rin crouched in front of the door with Rory still in his arms. "Here, press the card to the pad." Once the door was closed behind them, Rin wasted no time. He navigated around all the gift baskets piled by the entrance and carried Rory straight to the sofa and sat with Rory still in his lap.   

The door had barely closed behind them before rough lips slammed against Rory's with a hunger that hadn't been there earlier. Rory gasped against the breathtaking assault on his mouth. He didn't fight against the hands that spread him into a straddle across Rin's lap or stop the same hands when they slid his jacket to the floor. No, he was too focused on the mouth that was currently devouring his own. He wrapped his arms around Rin's neck and held on tightly, afraid that if he didn't, he'd fall or even float away. There was no way all the sensations Rin was able to create with simple kisses and strokes of his hands were real... right? Rory's alcohol-fogged mind spun as his head fell back, and a moan escaped his lips. He hadn't even realized Rin had unbuttoned his dress shirt until Rin had begun twisting and tweaking his nipples. "Ahhh... Rin..." He couldn't help but call out his name as hungry teeth nipped at his neck.

Rin's head popped up, taking in Rory's disheveled appearance. "Fuck, you're beautiful." Rin's eyes moved to the nightstand by the bed impatiently, before returning to Rory. Rory's hands had moved from Rin's neck to his hair, his nails digging into Rin's scalp almost painfully. Rory's head was tossed back in pleasure. Part of his bottom lip was pinned between his teeth so tightly that Rin was worried Rory would draw blood. His tiny pink nipples were taut from the assault they had endured thus far. Rin licked his lips as he dropped his head to Rory's chest. He nipped the tiny pink bud before sucking it into his mouth again. Rin gripped Rory's hips as he began shifting against Rin. "Ah, fuck..." Rin bit out as he moved a hand to the back of Rory's head and forced his lips back down to his.

Rory wrapped his arms back around Rin's neck and pressed himself against Rin's firm body, but the cold buttons of the vest caused him to jerk. He pushed back enough to work the buttons free, only to find more cold metal. Rory unfastened Rin's belt next and tried to pull it free, but failed.

Rin scooped him up and carried him over to the bed. Rin flopped him down roughly onto his back. "You're driving me crazy right now." Rin's voice came out as a hushed growl as he pushed the jacket and vest off and tossed them to the side. Next, he pulled the belt out with a snap before moving his attention to Rory's clothes. Noticing how loose-fitting Rory's pants were, Rin didn't even bother undoing them before lifting Rory's hips and tugging them off. Rin's eyes roamed freely over Rory's pale, thin body. Rory bit his lip as he lay there awkwardly staring back. Soft, flat stomach; narrow waist; long, thin legs... not the body of a model, but perfection, nonetheless. He grazed the back of his hand over the plain black boxer-briefs Rory wore, a smirk curving his lips. "I half expected them to be plain white briefs." An impish smirk curved his lips. "You don't know how wild some of our patrons would go for a picture just like this. Your innocent, blushing face... The smooth, pale skin of your body... The way you shyly try to hide yourself from view, not realizing it only makes you more enticing." Rin's hands moved leisurely over Rory's body, emphasizing each word as he spoke.

Rory's blush deepened as he pressed his thighs together.

Rin pushed them apart, taking in the dewy tip of the tent of Rory's boxer briefs. "Looks like my fairy prince is about at his limit, no?" Rin slid his hands up Rory's thighs and held his hips firmly, digging his thumbs into the indents of each side as he did. "Why don't I help you out with that?" Rin placed a teasing kiss on the damp tent of Rory's boxers as he hooked his fingers into the waistband. When Rory let out a gasped moan, Rin's lips curved. He licked him through the fabric as he teased the soft skin just beneath the band with his fingertips.

The torturous pleasure had Rory writhing beneath Rin, painfully aware of his every touch... every breath against his body. "Rin... please..."

Rin's brow lifted as the corner of his lips turned up. He released the waistband he'd been running his fingers along and slid his hands along Rory's sides under his unbuttoned shirt. "Please, what, Rory? What do you want from me?"

Rory bit his lip in frustration as he stared down at the mischievous, smiling devil positioned between his thighs.

Rin pressed Rory's thighs apart with his cheek and began trailing kisses along his inner thighs, causing Rory to squirm in his grip. "Come on, Rory, tell me what you want. I've told you. I'll only do to you what you ask for." His grin spread wider as he watched the indecision play across Rory's drunk and horny features. He pressed the leg of the boxers up and placed another kiss at the apex of Rory's thigh, noting a faint, round scar as he did.

Rory bit into his lip harder as he tried to force his brain to function, but instead, he could only concentrate on the hands tracing idle patterns across the sensitive skin of his back and the lips that were busily scattering unpredictable kisses across his inner thighs. "I... I... want this..."

Rin pressed up over Rory with a wide, devilish grin. "And what is this, Rory?"

"You... Me..."

Rin arched a brow, his grin still wide. "And of everything else? Your job?"

Rory frowned and began to withdraw. "I... I..." His eyes searched Rin.

Rin lowered to Rory's lips as he whispered against them. "Do you trust me? Do you trust that I'll take care of you and find a way to protect you?"

Rory searched Rin's face. The grin had vanished. Though alcohol still clouded his better judgment, Rory nodded.