Demons can fall in love? Part 2

Charun's Evening:
Smirking, the young demon Prince just takes another groggy swig from his vodka bottle, black hair falling over his shoulders as those red eyes slip closed, his horn-piercings jingling a little. Now, this Prince was prone to partying, and partying hard. Though, he could be quite responsible and intelligent when sober, especially with his high tolerance rate. Placing his bottle down, the demon just wrapped his wings around himself as a soft of protective-like thing. The party had ended a while ago, leaving the host still partially sober, something which he royally detested.

In that black room, gruesome pictures hanging from the walls, Charun just lay down on his side, spiked and pierced tail flicking out as he gave a groggy smile, about to slip into a sleep before 'Slipknot-Spit it Out' blasted through his phone's speaker, making the young Prince groan and sit up, flipping it up and growling down the line, "What do you want?" He spat, showing the annoyance of having been practically woken up. A small whine could be heard from the other side before a soft voice just spoke calmly, instantly soothing the wound up Prince.

"Hey, Charun, and no need to be like that with me, I know about your party and I'm sorry I had to leave early but I'll be right over so we can have our own fun." The smirk could actually be heard in that voice, giving Charun a smirk of his own, turning on the charm, "I'm sorry for that, I've been drinking and I was about to go to sleep." The Prince apologised, adding that irresistible silky tone to his voice, "But, that sounds great. I'll see you in a few and, don't worry, I've still got some booze left over, Secret."

Secret's Evening:
Nodded and flicked his phone shut, slipping it into his skinny jeans pocket before making himself look presentable, at least. Chuckling softly, the canine-like demon just flicked that fluffy tail of his, a gentle blush spreading across his muzzle, "Well, Secret, tonight's the night." He sighed to himself, running a paw-like hand through that brunette hair of his, ruffling it to give him that uncaring aura, especially paired with his dark blue skinny jeans and black t-shirt.

Smiling, he just grabbed his own bottle of wine and walked out of the door casually, knowing that the Prince only lived a few houses away, in his own miniature version of Casa del Diablo. Laying his ears back, the canine just reached the door before knocking gently, only to have it flung open in his face and a drunken Prince jump into his furred arms. Keeping a tight grip on the bottle, the canine just wrapped his free arm around the Prince, "A little drunk are we, Char?" He asks, slipping in that nickname which earned a hiss from said Prince.

Their evening:
Rolling those crystalline blue eyes, Secret just leaned up against the intoxicated demon, pecking his horn gently, "So, what do you want to do?" The canine asked with a slight slur, showing how drunk he was after only a few bottles. Leaning back, the drunken Prince just murred softly, "I have a-hic-idea..." Charun smirked before standing up and sitting on the canine's lap, facing him and wrapping his arms around his neck. Lowering his ears a little and shaking his head, Secret just answered just as softly, "We can't... I mean... Y-Your father... He would never accept... Us."

Leaning a little closer, Charun placed a finger to his lips, then Secret's, "Only if he find out." The Prince spoke with a hint of seduction in that drove the canine insane. If only the Prince knew what he was doing to him. Smirking, Secret just leans closer, "I promise not to tell." He muttered before gently pressing his lips to Charun's, wrapping those furred arms around that fragile waist, just to keep him in place. Pulling back all too quickly for the red-eyed demon's liking, Secret just nuzzled gently, "Charun... What do you want me to do, exactly?" The canine asked, blushing a little as Charun drew closer.

"Kiss me." Came the whisper of the Prince, before their lips met again, sending waves of passion through both. Tilting his head to the side slightly, Secret just opened his muzzle a little, allowing the Prince's surgically bisected tongue to pass through and play with his. They kissed with an extreme passion that seemed unknown to them before this moment, a moment which they would remember for a long time as just then, Charun got up and covered his mouth, running out of the room as sounds of retching could be heard from the bathroom. As soon as the Prince came back, upon seeing Secrets look of rejection, he just smiled confidently and said, "It was the booze, not you." before kissing him again, just as passionate as earlier.