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Even after ten minutes since the last round of alcohol mixed with stomach acid left his lips, the hand rubbing circles on Lohen's shoulder blades didn't stop. It's warm, he can feel it through the last layer of linen keeping him from being naked.
His throat is sore from how long he's been mouth breathing. Lohen has half the mind to rest his forehead on the forearm placed on the toilet seat. The hand that had brushed his bangs back is now on his scalp, giving it scratches dulled by the thick snow gloves his companion is still wearing.
Lohen mumbles something his companion can't make out. The response he received is a low "shh" and more back rubs.
The dizziness feels comforting. The pain in the back of his throat would even arouse him, had he had any energy left for that right now. The mere thought of that has him chuckling over the toilet.
—Stop that.— A voice finally comes out from his previously silent companion. Varka? No, the voice is way different. Not Mika either. Illuga, probably. But Lohen can't quite distinguish it enough to be sure. —It's not funny, Lohen. Varka said you're allergic to dandelions. What on earth possessed you to drink dandelion wine, of all things? You don't even drink alcohol to begin with.—
So that is definitely not Varka. Even if he has his moments of childishness he still hasn't regressed enough to speak in third person like Klee. And Mika wouldn't dare to scold Lohen, especially in one of his most vulnerable moments.
Lohen isn't even drunk to not remember things. Or rather, not drunk in alcohol. The pain and dizziness, however, are making him see a whole new world. He giggles again. The inability to keep his mouth closed causes saliva to drop down and stain his chin.
The gentle hand that had been scratching him now pulls his hair back, and the one that had rubbed his back now cleans the lower half of his face.
—You're a mess. It's not funny, Lohen. You could've actually killed yourself with this one.— Lohen can't really hear him this time. He's too busy feeling warmth go from his cheeks down to his thighs. The hand that had just cleaned him up goes back to his lips. Gloved fingers enter his mouth without warning and hit as far back as possible until he gags again. —Come on, let it out. Don't you dare hold it back.—
Lohen spits a couple of times before his stomach shrinks and releases the remaining red substances from within it. Even he can't tell if that's the colour of wine or if all the vomiting has ripped his stomach and caused internal bleeding.
It hurts so good. He laughs as he spits the remaining bilis. The colour is now clearer and his companion sighs in relief.
—There we go.— A gloved hand passes through his lips once more. Lohen opens his mouth, expecting his fingers again. The hand, however grabs his jaw and closes it. —No, we're done. Are you okay now?— His voice is so much gentler this time. Lohen hums back at him.
Gentle, cold hands guide him back. His back hits his companions chest. It's hard to keep his head in its place, it lolls back until he's resting on his companion's shoulder. Lohen's runny nose tickled the companion's neck.
Ungloved hands caress his sticky cheeks and neck. Cracked lips kiss his temple. Another sigh leaves his companion's lips and the warm ear hits Lohen's ear and he squirms under the feeling. Life is slowly coming back to him and he can now fully feel the stickiness between his thighs. When did he take off his clothes? Probably his companion's doing.
Lohen rubs his legs together, just enough to send a shiver down his spine and breath against his companions neck. A cold hand holds his thigh back in place and Lohen gasps at the difference of temperature.
—Did you really get wet from throwing up? — The hand moves up, fingertips rub circles on his inner thigh, dirtying him even more with his own cum. —Or was it from how rough I was to you?—
Lohen hums after the last question. The pain was good, it had been a while since he poisoned himself enough to throw up like this. But Illuga forcing fingers down his throat the second they got to the bathroom, pulling his hair down so he wouldn't miss the toilet when he released the first wave of vomit, taking pieces of clothing off his body to ensure he wouldn't dirty them any further...
Pieces of memory began coming back to him. The panic he saw in Illuga's eyes as he heard Varka's words just before he hit the wine mug out of his hand... truly priceless.
Lohen should do this more often. Maybe he'll finally listen to Varka's wine recommendations.