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Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

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Almost as if sensing how close she was, he increased his efforts as he probed and lapped more tenaciously, his eyes now burning with lust and affection, demanding what he wanted from her while he enforced it with his tongue. His growls started to become more common, always coinciding with him probing deeper for the full effect. Feeling her gripping his hair as if it were a lifeline only reinforced his determination to push her over the edge. It wouldn't be long now, he knew, and then when her body was at the height of sensitivity, fresh off of a thunderous climax, he would move on to the next level with her.

For the time being, though, he made it clear that he wasn't going anywhere, remaining firmly rooted where he was as he kept her elevated enough to access her folds with relative ease. His fingertips were turning white at the tips, though neither of them could see it, from having been gripping her firm bottom while his elbows remained planted in the seat of the suede sofa. It would only take a little more pushing to get her where he was leading her to, and then the real fun would begin. Before the night was finished, he planned to show her what she should have been receiving all along, and had no doubt she felt similarly about him.
 
"Ah, fuck, Mason!"

She cried, feeling him pushing her closer and closer towards orgasm. She was shaking in his grip from holding back so hard, trying to drag out the feeling and let him guide her towards the sweet slice of oblivion. She'd been missing out on what he had to offer and found that she could take anything he gave as long as he didn't stop. The room had stopped tilting from drinking and now spun for a completely different reason: undiluted pleasure. He knew what buttons to push, what body cues to use, and damn if she didn't think he'd devour her completely at this rate. The tension in her body intensified until it locked up her whole body, limbs shaking as she held onto him as if she might fly apart.

"Mason!"

She yelled out his name as pleasure swamped her senses and dragged her down into a pleasure so intense, she felt it pull at her heart. Her moans felt endless as the pleasure went on and on, knowing it was just the warm up for whatever he had in store. It felt so good as her body let go of all the tension that she sighed out a moan of pleasure, the muscles in her back loosening as she let go from holding on so tightly. She didn't know how she'd been able to hold out from this for so long. It practically robbed her of breath and thought.
 
Mason didn't relent as Ashlin was swept over the edge, instead maintaining his assault on her, until finally it seemed like the aftershocks were beginning to subside. Pulling his lips away from her slowly, he licked them clean as he looked up at her and lowered her body to the seat. She seemed thoroughly satisfied, which brought a smile to his lips as he started to sit up. As his body rose into view, the effects of what had just happened were clear, his erect member now standing at its full, impressive potential, almost as if pointing at her to beckon her for more pleasure.

He then glanced to the two shot glasses he'd filled with tequila earlier, as well as the lime slices and salt shaker. With a sly grin, he decided that one more shot for each of them wouldn't really hurt since they were already poured. Leaning over her for a moment, he licked the area just above her recently well tended slit before grabbing the salt shaker and sprinkling a bit on her skin. He then licked the spot clean and grabbed one of the shots, downing it quickly before grabbing a lime slice, tearing the meat from the rind and tossing the skin back into the bowl.

He then reached out for Ashlin and took her arms, pulling her to sit up so he could share a kiss with her, his lips now tasting of tequila, salt, and lime, not to mention of herself as he let his tongue meet with hers for another erotic dance, giving the silent promise of much more pleasure to come before the night ended. When he finally broke the kiss, he looked into her eyes with a mischievous grin, tilting his head slightly. "Feeling better now?"
 
Gasping for breath, she felt herself start to come down from the high, her limbs feeling light but heavy at the same time. Her skin tingled from the relentlessness of his attack on her body, but she wouldn't have traded it for anything. Laying flat on the couch, she felt the muscles in her back protest, not quite right from all the strain she'd put on them. She'd need a massage soon just to get them to relax. Side effects sucked. She rubbed the base of her spine as she watched him rise up and lick her skin, making her shiver. She could see all he had to offer and felt an ache settle between her legs again. The sprinkle of salt made her grin before he licked it off, took a shot, and ate the lime. At least her body could be used for something else, too, she thought with a shake of her head.

Sitting up, she was pulled into a kiss that tasted rich, salty, and sweet at the same time. She nipped his bottom lip before twirling her tongue about his, feeling the promise in it. It made her shiver and a little hesitant. She forced down the hesitation, seeing the mischievous look in his eyes as he asked her if she was feeling better. She rolled her eyes and licked his neck, dashing a little salt on it before licking it off, taking a shot, and eating the lime wedge. Wiping the juice from her lips, she grabbed the back of his head to pull him down for another kiss.

"Infinitely better."
 
Kissing her back again, he smiled at her, happy that she felt satisfied and content. He let his hands trail over her body, taking advantage of the sensitivity as they trailed over her hips and up her sides. He then pulled her with him as he turned to sit back against the seat, guiding her into his lap so that his hard member was trapped beneath her, the underside of his shaft rubbing against her wet and sensitive slit as he ground his hips into her. "It only gets better," he promised with that same mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he leaned forward to take one of her nipples between his lips, tracing and teasing it with his tongue before moving to the other side to do the same.

He didn't guide her beyond this, leaving the decision to her to take him in if she wanted, or to continue playing and teasing. He had plenty to occupy himself with in the meantime with her ample chest, his mouth eagerly exploring the soft flesh before him. His eyes looked up at her face from time to time to judge her expressions, his hips still grinding, rubbing her sex with his erection, taking advantage of her sensitive state after coming fresh off of an orgasm.
 
Ashlin shivered at his touch, sighing in delight at the feel of his hands against her skin and before long she was settled in his lap, feeling his hardened member rubbing against her sensitive and swollen flesh. She bit her lip, moaning softly at the feeling as he rubbed against her, warming her back up to a more aroused state. Hearing his promising words, she blushed before gasping at his mouth pressing against her nipples, still hardened and begging for more. Soft moans escaped her as she felt all that he did, knowing he was leaving everything else up to her. Did she want to continue this path? It all felt so surreal and yet right. They wouldn't be able to explain this away in the morning. The pleasure started to rise up in her again, erasing her thoughts for the moment as she cupped the back of his head with one hand while the other slid between their bodies.

Her hand was hesitant but firm in her strokes to the base of him, using her knees, she rose up just a little bit to stroke all of him, feeling her cream making the strokes more smooth and slippery. But she liked the feel of it, strangely. She stroked him a little harder, trying to gauge his reactions from her hands. She was tempted to use her mouth rather than her hand, but her body was feeling tense and impatient so she kept up the light strokes before she asked the question they'd been avoiding.

"Are you sure?"

Her own decision was in her face. She'd do this as long as he would. She wasn't gonna force him (and knew that it wouldn't really be force) but she wanted to be sure that he knew what was gonna happen. What was going to change. It wasn't something they'd be able to hide so easily. Hell, life wasn't gonna be easy after all this.
 
Meeting Ashlin's gaze, Mason gave a slow nod, his eyes remaining locked with hers. He was well aware of the possible consequences, and ready to accept them. This was something they both needed, and in the heat of the moment he justified it as two siblings who cared enough to offer their bodies to help heal their wounds, both old and new. Her expression made it clear that she had decided already, but only if she was certain he felt the same. His nod was accompanied by his hands moving to her hips and pushing down, not forcing, but guiding. If she even gave a little resistance he would stop, but it was clear by this point that there would be none.

Slowly he guided her down, feeling the head of his length as it parted her, sinking deeper one inch at a time. There was no turning back at this point, he knew, and steeled his resolve that there was nothing to regret in their actions. Finally he found their progress halted as his hips met with her, feeling himself buried completely inside her sex as he bit his lip and moaned softly. The only thing to do from here was move forward, and he did so by grinding his hips against her, letting her feel his hard manhood as it pressed against her inner walls, allowing her body to settle onto him and get used to him before moving further. When she had adjusted, she would let him know and move beyond this.

"Mmm...God Ashlin," he panted softly as he continued to rock his hips beneath her to help her adjust to having him inside her. The entire night had been leading up to this moment, it seemed, and once it had arrived, he knew only pleasure, no regrets clouding his mind and no more hesitation to stop them from enjoying each other, at least for this one night.
 
His nod was all she needed. Even if a little voice in the back of her mind whispered awful things, she wanted this. Feeling his hands guiding her down, she held onto him until he pierced her gently, making her shiver and gasp. Sure, he'd played with her plenty, but the feeling of him sliding inside her body was still an invasion and her sensitive tissues protested in the slightest. And then he was sheathed all the way inside and her breath gasped in and out. Just feeling him pressed as deep as he could without moving was enough to make her flush and bite her lip. It was much easier to tell that he was bigger than her other lovers, but it wasn't so much of a difference that she felt uncomfortable. He fit, and that was the only thing she could think. His moan made her shiver before she felt him grind against her, making her head tilt back in pleasure.

It took a moment to fully adjust to his size, but his whispered moans and words made her relax in one way while tense in another. She placed her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head before kissing him deeply, passion lacing it. It seemed to give her the peace of mind to go ahead and start riding him slowly, lifting up and down to take him at her leisure, moaning at the friction their bodies caused. She knew this would be so good and they'd barely even started.
 
As Ashlin placed her hands on each side of his head against the back of the couch and leaned in to kiss him, Mason felt her hips moving up and down slowly as she began to find her rhythm. His own hips began to move in tandem, bucking up into her gently to meet her each time she fell, keeping his momentum with hers and building as she did, a soft moan escaping him against her lips. The rest of his inhibitions melted away when she had started to move. They had already crossed the threshold, and now there was no reason for them to deny themselves the pleasure of the moment. In truth, he hadn't realized exactly how much they had both needed this until she had been fully impaled on him, and now he could think of nothing but making her call out in ecstasy again.

Breaking away from the kiss, his lips trailed down her neck and collarbone slowly, sensually as he placed kisses along her skin. As they fell into a heavier rhythm, he pulled his mouth from her for a moment to watch the way her breasts bounced as she rode him, mesmerized by the motion of her ample chest for a moment before he found himself unable to resist the lure of them, capturing one of her nipples with his lips and sucking on it briefly before doing the same to the other side. He was now lost in the pure bliss of their situation and wanted her to experience as much as she could in turn.
 
The way he moved with her had her shaking in the slightest, feeling him touch all her little sensitive spots inside her body. It made everything easier, more enjoyable, more of what she needed. And more of what he had needed as well. The dizziness of being drunk had abated and she was in a state of blissfully buzzed. She'd never thought she'd have sex with Mason, but her mind and body decided she'd been missing out on a lot of things. That deeper, moral part of her was silent for the moment, just indulging in their pleasure. Morning was a long way off. She didn't want to think about morning. Going this slow was grating on her patience and the feathery feel of his lips now on her skin made her want a whole lot more.

She started to pick up the pace, pushing him in harder and deeper, moaning softly as she shut her eyes. A gasp escaped her as she felt his lips suckle on her nipple, making her eyes open to watch his mouth work. It was erotic and made her bite her lip with a moan. One of her hands cupped the back of his head to encourage what he was doing to her body as she rode his, wanting to return the pleasure he gave. Her fingers gripped his hair as he switched from one breast to the other, causing pleasure to shoot down her body. Moaning more, Ashlin became just as lost in the moment as Mason, wanting nothing more than to feel.
 
As he felt Ashlin moving harder and faster, pushing him deeper, Mason responded in kind, bucking a bit more beneath her as she rode him a bit rougher. He continued to suck and lick at her nipples, letting the sounds of her moans meet his ears and inspire him to continue. She had gotten used to him now, and he could put take control a bit more. His thrusts started to carry more impact as he gained momentum, starting to grunt a bit from the effort put forth. "Mmm, Ash," he moaned against her skin before taking a nipple between his lips once more while his hands kept her hips in time with his.

Morning was a distant thought, for now, and he planned to experience as much of her pleasures as he could before then. Any drowsiness that might have been setting in from the alcohol they'd consumed was now gone. He was wide awake and swimming in a sea of bliss at the moment. This was their first time, but before the night was done, it wouldn't be the last if he had his way. They had a lot of night to go, and a huge sectional sofa that offered a lot of possibilities for them to try out, and he wanted to try as many as he could. Pulling his lips away from her breasts, he looked up at her before tugging her against him, kissing her lips as he felt her ample chest brushing against his pecs while she rode him harder and their excitement grew.
 
The friction between them grew as his body worked with hers, feeling his hands on her hips adding to it all. He was making her hips push down a little more and she reveled in it, loving that he was sharing while taking some of the control. She could feel every inch working her inner muscles and drag out the feeling of being full and hungry for all of him. She shivered as he moaned her name before suckling on her nipple again, causing her to gasp out a moan. She wanted his nails in her back, urging her to take more, but that could wait. She could wait for that. Ashlin moaned against his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she rode him hard.

The pleasure in her system was intoxicating as every thrust added more and more of it. Soft moans escaped her as they kissed before the pleasure worked against her. She pulled from his lips as the pleasure grew and grew, feeling the tension low in her belly make her inner muscles tighten around him. She wasn't about to finish yet, but she knew that it wouldn't take much more from him to topple her over that edge - especially with the orgasm she'd had beforehand to gateway her into a quicker but more satisfying climax. She couldn't help but moan his name.
 
The feeling of Ashlin's body as it quivered with delight, wracked by another orgasm, was one of the most satisfying sensations Mason had ever experienced. The way she writhed above him, grinding her hips into him as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that flowed through her only seemed to inspire him. Perhaps it was the alcohol numbing his senses, but he was still going strong and wanted nothing more than to nudge her toward that edge again. As the aftershocks of her climax waned, he began to ease her off of him slowly, shifting their bodies around as he guided her into a new position.

Swallowing softly, he climbed from the sofa and onto the floor, bending her over the seat while he moved into place behind her. Taking his still hard length in hand, he began to rub the head along her slit, teasing her, preparing her for another round. He didn't wait as long this time, however. Once she had caught her breath, he began to push forward, the head of his member parting her as he sank into her once more before taking hold of her hips and thrusting, burying himself the rest of the way. Soon he was falling into a steady rhythm once more, gaining momentum as the occasional grunt and sensual growl made its way from his chest, with more than a few instances of moaning her name.
 
Falling over that edge was the best thing Ashlin had experienced. Her whole body was alight with pleasure as the waves crashed over her. She arched her spine in ecstasy as the tightened around his length over and over until she finally started to come down from her high. It took a few moments to catch her breath and felt the sweat roll down along her spine from her efforts. It cooled as she did, making her shiver a little bit. When Mason started to move her, she almost protested until she was pushed gently into a new position. She looked over her shoulder at him, blushing at the change.

She was bent over the couch and there he was behind her, gripping his member that was glistening with her essence. She felt herself shiver at the sight, knowing that he planned to do more. She was going to be sore as well when the night was over. That much was true. Ashlin gasped at the sensation of his flesh against her own still swollen sex. The sensitivity made her jump and tremble, moaning at his teasing before he slipped inside her and she felt the stretch. Every inch was felt and she didn't know if she could take another round with him so easily, but as he fell into a steady rhythm and the angle lit her fire again, she dug her nails into the cushions and moaned loud for him.
 
As Mason gained momentum, putting more force behind his thrusts from behind Ashlin, he continued to moan erotically, her name finding its way to his lips on several occasions. The couch made it so there was no give, and each thrust sank his hard length into her completely, stretching and filling her delightfully. One of his hands remained on her hip while the other began to glide up her back, reaching for her hair and grabbing a handful as he tugged her head back gently to keep her from burying her face in the cushions. He wasn't overly rough, but not quite gentle either, but definitely was growing more bold with each thrust.

From time to time he pushed deep and held her fully impaled, rocking and grinding his hips against her to let her feel his full length and girth stirring within her before he fell back into his rhythm. His grunts and groans were growing louder, his breathing becoming more uneven as he became more driven by instinct than thought. Tonight he had seen his sister as a woman, and had given into the desires that such an alluring girl could arouse. Morning was still several hours away, and he planned to make the best out of every second that passed. There would be time for reflection tomorrow. Tonight there was the fulfillment of their need and lust, and she had his full attention.
 
She gasped at the feel of him pounding into her, gaining more depth and speed with every thrust. Her arms held her up better than the rest of her, especially when Mason slid a hand into her hair and fisted the strands, tugging her head back and making her moan in shock and pleasure. The slight sting from the pull made her hotter, made her wetter, and needy for more of what he was giving. She felt her mind turning to mush, her body all but nerves as he held himself deep within her and made her feel all of him.

Her nails dug into the couch, gripping it to keep herself steady as she trembled from his onslaught. It felt like years of sexual tension and frustration were coming undone between the two of them, and she didn't know much of her body could be used to sate their lust- especially with the way Mason fucked her. It felt almost like it wouldn't end. But it would, a little voice inside her whispered evilly. When morning came, she wondered if they would both survive what they had done.
 
Mason found his confidence rising with every moan that poured from Ashlin's mouth, his own primal growls and grunts mixing with them to form an erotic chorus that echoed through the room. His fingertips had turned white on the hand that remained at her hip, pushing into her soft flesh to give him leverage while the other used her hair in much the same manner, pulling her back to meet him each time he pushed forward. He couldn't recall having really been so purely raw and instinctive before, and he fed on it. The scent of sheer lust surrounded them, and everything overwhelmed his senses, driving him into an even deeper state of lust.

He knew, of course, that at this pace he wasn't going to last much longer. He could already feel his cock starting to throb deep within her, giving the telltale signs that it had almost reached its limit. He was determined that she was tumbling over the edge with him one last time, though, as he felt it beginning to build. He still had a few more good, strong minutes left in him, and he was going to use them to his full advantage. Gripping her hair a bit tighter, he tugged her head back once more and growled more than spoke through clenched teeth. "So...close. Cum...for me...again," he managed to coo as his long, thick member continued to sink deep into her swollen sex, harder and heavier than before.
 
"Ah, Mason!"

She cried out, feeling him go harder and deeper into her, her hair and hip being used as leverage for his lust. She could feel every raw bit of him driving away her sanity. The pleasure roared through her veins and made her already swollen core swell with lust and wetness, making it feel like the stuff was dripping down her thighs from his ministrations. She gasped a the feel of him pulsing inside of her, signaling that his release was close and she bit her lip at the knowledge - both in some relief and whole lot of disappointment. As much as her body was thoroughly used, she didn't want this to stop and yet knew neither of them could hold out much longer.

The harder tug on her hair had her bending back more, making his cock press deeper inside her willing body. It was practically like he was at the back of her throat he was in so deep - and she was a liar if she didn't think it felt incredible. His strained and demanding words were like a caress to her clit, and as he pounded more into her, she felt her body respond to him in just the way he had demanded. The pleasure that had been building up in her body started to take control of her actions and soon a loud moan- almost a scream - was ripped from her lips as she tensed up all over and had one of the most intense orgasms of her life.
 
Mason hadn't been prepared for it to happen quite so quickly as he felt Ashlin's body tense, her tight sex clenching around his shaft as he drove it into her. He could feel her getting closer, and quite fast, as his thrusts maintained the hard, heavy rhythm he had fallen into. He wanted nothing more than to feel her body quiver, to hear her cries of delight when she hit the edge, and the indications that she was nearly there made him want it even more. Then it finally hit. He heard that loud moan, felt her muscles contract, and found himself quickly being pulled down with her.

"Oh...fuck Ash...gonna...cum," he warned her, giving her enough time to decide how she wanted him to finish at least. His body had become extra sensitive, his throbbing member quickly working its way toward a mind-blowing eruption. His thrusts had become wild and erratic now, having lost their rhythm as he felt himself drawing closer. He was going to explode before she even finished riding out the waves of her own release, and hoped she was able to at least respond to him before he did.
 
At first, she felt totally overwhelmed by the intensity of her climax until she was in the midst of it, barely able to hear Mason speak about releasing right along with her. It seemed to go on and on, making it hard to give him an answer. She could feel him throbbing harder within her, echoing the tightening of her muscles around him that begged for his release. She gasped and tried to find her senses, which was hard to do with the pleasure stealing them away.

"Then...cum!"

She demanded of him, not caring that he would finish inside her. She wanted it. She didn't have to worry about repercussions. She knew what to do just in case something crazy could happen. She was smart and wouldn't let this decision ruin anything. She thought she was gonna rip the cushions to shreds with how hard she gripped them, even with her blunt nails. It felt so good that she was dragged under again, lost in the pleasure that her brother - as a man - had given her.
 
Ashlin's words were the final catalyst for Mason. He couldn't hold back another second when she demanded him to let go, and he did just as she wanted. With a final thrust, pushing his cock deep into her, he held her as his body shook in the throes of ecstasy, pulsing violently inside her as it erupted, releasing the load that had wanted out so desperately. His deep, throaty growl mixed with her cries as he let it out, filling her with his release, his hand still grasping her hair while the other rested on her hip. Now and then he managed to grind his hips, using her to milk the as much of his seed as he could into her as he gasped for breath.

Finally it seemed they both were coming down as their orgasms began to wane, his member still semi-hard inside her, but having lost some of its stiffness. As it seemed they reached the end of their climax, he released her hair and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up a bit to kiss at her back while his hands cupped her full breasts and massaged them sensually. His hips continued to rock with her in the aftershocks, working every ounce of pleasure that he could into their moment as he caught his breath. For the time being, he was content to remain inside her a little longer as he caressed her erotically.

"God...Ash," he panted when he could finally speak again. "That was...amazing..."
 
She moaned louder when she finally felt him let go and release inside her body, making her feel it and revel in it. She'd given him that pleasure and feminine satisfaction added to the pleasure she was still experiencing. His orgasm dragged hers out, milking them both for all they were worth. She practically shook with tremors of ecstasy. It wasn't like anything she'd experienced - and she'd had some damn good sex before. This was mind-blowing and terrifying in how good it felt. She didn't want this pleasure haze to end as she felt him soften a bit inside her body and her orgasm wane. Feeling him let go of her hair, she collapsed forward and gasped for air, feeling him pull her close and stroke her over-sensitized body.

Soft little gasps and moans escaped her as his hips rocked against her gently and teased her breasts. She felt so sensitive that he'd set her off again and she was too tired for another round. Her breaths were still heavy and fast, her skin tingling in the aftermath. Her sex was so swollen, she wasn't sure if Mason could even slide out of her. When he spoke, she shut her eyes, swallowing in order to find the words to reply.

"Fuck amazing....it was mind-blowing."

Her voice was throaty and a bit hoarse, and she felt herself blushing from the reasons why.
 
As they laid there, Mason holding onto Ash, both of them fighting for breath still, he stroked her hair affectionately while their bodies quivered with the aftershocks of their pleasure. It had been something completely random, it seemed, and yet had given them both more than they could have ever expected. Morning was still some time off, and they were still very much intoxicated, as much by the sex as the alcohol. There was no telling what else the night might bring. Of course that was assuming they could maintain consciousness much longer after such an energetic session.

"Mind-blowing...yeah...that about sums it up," he agreed with a soft laugh, though he pursed his lips gently, his high tempered by the knowledge of how they would soon be feeling when the initial glow faded. There was a sense of regret, though not so much at what had just happened, but more at what was going to happen when they began to think more clearly. It wasn't like they were thinking in terms of a relationship. It had simply been a physical encounter that had seen to needs that very much needed to be filled, and had done so beyond what they could have hoped for.

The problem was, they had turned out to be perfect lovers for each other, and it would be hard not to want her. Of course he loved her. She was his family. And he knew she loved him. But this hadn't been that sort of encounter. It had been a connection born of their kindred spirits, but it wasn't something that would lead to any sort of commitment. The attraction was there, without a doubt, though, and it would lead to temptation to recreate this night, and they would both struggle with that, which was where his regret came from.

"I think...I could use another round," he finally said, pushing his thoughts back for the moment when he realized he was sobering a bit too much perhaps. He wasn't ready to face all of that just yet. "What about you?"
 
"Yeah, uh....pour me another shot."

She murmured, pressing a hand to her forehead as she eased away from him slightly. His hand in her hair had felt nice but now that she was sobering up, she was feeling a little uncomfortable. But she also wasn't sure of how she was feeling over all. It had been amazing sex and she loved Mason and always would, but what kind of a future did they have? They didn't. Sure, they had soothed raging desire, but it couldn't go beyond that. They were family, for chrissakes. Now that her mind was clearing the fog from the alcohol, she had way too much reality hitting her all at once.

"Might wanna make it fast."

She said, crossing her arms over her chest as if to hide. And that's what she was doing. She was starting to hide from him, from what they had done. Did she regret it? Maybe. But could she really regret something that had been so pleasurable? No, but she felt ashamed of herself for starting the whole thing. What the hell had she been thinking? Nothing. She hadn't been thinking at all.
 
Sitting up as Ashlin seemed to be trying to hide herself from him, Mason frowned, though only briefly, as he began to pour each of them another shot. Taking his, he raised it in toast and downed it quickly, filling it once more. He didn't like where his mind had started to go in its sobering state, and wanted to make it less clear once more. He would deal with the consequences tomorrow, but he wasn't ready to at that moment.

"So...can you make it up the stairs?" He glanced to her and tilted his head slightly. "I was thinking...I mean...actually I don't know what I'm thinking except I have a big, comfortable bed up there, a flat-screen, and pay-per-view if you wanted to just...relax." With a nervous chuckle, he threw the second shot he'd poured back, offering her a refill as well. "Or anything else for that matter," he added as he set the glass down, that wonderful fog starting to set into his mind once more and numbing reality for him.

Pouring one last shot for himself, he emptied the glass, offering her one as well, biting his lip gently, almost nervously, having already caught onto her apparent discomfort.
 
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