Choromatsu lolled on his bar stool, leaning into Oso’s shoulder. He burped a cloud of beer-stink directly into Osomatsu’s face.
	“God, I want you.”Oso hissed through his teeth.
	“What?” Choro asked, squinting.
	“I want to fuck you hard.” Oso kissed Choro’s temple.
	“…What?”
	“Say ‘what’ if you wanna blow me in the men’s room.”
	“…What?”
	“Sluuut.” Osomatsu grinned, slinging his arm around Choro’s back and pulling him to his feet. Choro stumbled, making his stool clatter loudly enough to draw the attention of the people sitting along the bar, who were apparently inattentive (or nonconfrontational) enough to not notice the brothers who had been fondling one another all night. Oso gave them a complacent grin, and they returned to staring into their drinks or the nearest cleavage.
	More dragging than guiding, Oso brought Choro down to the end of the bar, toward the bathroom. It was a single-seater with three broken locks nailed up in a row before the most recent addition, which required some elbow grease to get into place; Oso set Choro down on the toilet before returning to the lock and fandangling it closed with both hands.
	“There. It would really ruin the romance if...you awake?” Oso snapped his fingers in front of Choro’s face. The younger brother opened his eyes sluggishly, sucking a rivulet of drool back from where it was threatening to spill over his lip. “There you go. Here we go.” Realizing that time was of the essence, Oso pulled his belt open, yanking out his dick with no introductions. Oso slid his hand gently around Choro’s jaw, pressing his thumb into Choro’s mouth; he guided it open. Choro’s eyes were crossed.
	“Babe, can you…your teeth…” Oso ran his thumb over Choro’s bottom teeth.
	“Hwuoh?”
	“Okay…” Oso pulled Choro’s tongue out with his fingers. Once Choro’s teeth were properly padded, Oso thrust his way forward. He ran the head of his dick down the depression in the center of Choro’s tongue, letting his eyes roll back happily. One hand held Choro’s jaw open, while he cupped the back of Choro’s head with the other, keeping him from flopping over the side of the toilet.
	There was a weird, bubbly, growling sound from Choro’s throat. Oso didn’t slow his humping as he asked, “Got the burps? Go ahead, I don’t mind.”
	Whether or not Choro heard, and whether or not he was even capable of holding it back, Choro let go. At first, Oso just registered comfortable heat; then he heard the vomit as it splattered down his leg, to the floor. He pulled out in time for the second wave, trying to pull his hips back from the splash zone without letting go of Choro, to no avail. His jeans were soaked. He just let the third retch hit him. Why bother?
	Choro was panting. Oso tilted his head up so that he could look into his eyes. “You okay?”
	When Choro tried to speak, a bubble of puke popped between his lips.
	“Yeah, you okay.” He wiped the sweaty bangs from his favorite brother’s forehead. There was no real point in stopping to clean up now. They were just going to get messy again. And with Oso’s dick all pukey, and Choro’s dick all pukey, it’s not like either one of them had any room to complain. Oso shrugged, jamming his vomit-stained dick back into Choro’s mouth. “Theeere we go. Good boy. No problem.” He placed his hands on both of Choro’s temples, moving his head like a fleshlight. “You can puke again if you want. It’s not so bad.”
	Choro’s eyes drifted shut as Oso fucked his mouth. Someone knocked at the door.
	“Occupado!” Oso called over his shoulder.
	“Hurry up!” The voice called back bitterly.
	Oso turned back to Choro. He definitely didn’t need anyone alerting the bar staff to their extended stay. He quickened his pace, letting his balls slap against Choro’s wet chin, narrowing his eyes. Huffing and puffing like a bad wolf, he spurted into the back of Choro’s throat. The younger Matsuno coughed, gagged, and swallowed thickly. Oso kept humping as he finished off, not particularly caring about the obvious sounds of fucking that were sure to be passing through the door.
	“Ahh…that was really good.” Oso hummed, petting Choro’s hair. “Good boy. My good little Choromatsu.” He leaned Choro so that he was resting against the toilet tank, then reached for the toilet paper. None. He made sure Choro was balanced properly, then went for the paper towels. None.
	He was wearing his favorite hoodie, and a pretty cool T-shirt under that.
	“Choro? Do you mind if I wipe you up with your hoodie? …Stay passed out if you mind if I wipe up with your hoodie.”
	Outside the bathroom, the half-drunk man leaning against the wall tapped his foot angrily. He was planning on giving the dudes in there a good scare, provided they weren’t bigger than him. Somehow, though, when the door was kicked open, and he saw the dude hunched over with what appeared to be his brother splayed over his back, cum dribbling from his nose, he was struck silent. The conscience man gave him a sheepish smile as he shuffled his way out of the bar. His pants were starting to fall off.