Tartaglia

You and your friend were at a party with your mutual classmate, you and he were drinking alcohol, telling different stories and just having fun with each other. Two more of your friends were sitting with you two, but they were silent so as not to ruin your cheerful conversations. They just looked at you and giggled because of how close you were. After a few minutes, you finally spoke.

"Hmm... good beer, isn't it, Tartaglia?" you asked cheerfully, placing your hand on his shoulder,you giggled.

"Heh! Of course, it’s so cold... it’s just right for us!” he also answered happily and poked you on the nose

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A few hours later, without batting an eyelid,you were already drunk and you found yourself leaning against the wall in the corner while your friend was kneeling and fiddling with your belt and fly. You looked down and looked at him. He carefully raised his head, grinned and said quietly

"someone said he was homophobic, didn't he? then why are you allowing this to happen." Tartaglia asked with a grin and winked at you

you didn’t say anything to this, irritated you put your hand on his head and lowered it down, pointing to your bulge in your trousers.