Ishan knew that he was totally, irrevocably, and utterly fucked the moment Shubman landed in his arms. For a split second, Ishan bent backward, trying to find his footing with a 6 foot drunk giant jumping on him, and in the next moment, he found himself listening to Shubi's rabbiting heartbeat as he was yanked closer to the said giant. His hands automatically wound around Shubman in a lazy circle, but it was nothing compared to the right grip Shubman had on Ishan's neck. Just as Ishan was about to wring out of Shubman's grasp, a strange sensation from above stopped his feet in their place.

He felt a nose ticking his hair, then his ears, slowly making its way down to his neck. As if in a trance, he stretched his neck backward to allow the said nose to continue its ministrations, and Ishan could only close his eyes and let out a shudder as Shubman continued....smelling him?