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Lysander wanted to do this, he was sure the alcohol only increased that feeling, but something was wrong. Though he groped her, poking and prodding in places forbidden, something was off. His bodily reaction was not right. The nameless female was willing, and there was nothing wrong with her, and so Lysander only tried harder, growing more desperate. His hands moved with more purpose, his tongue explored the insides on her mouth more urgently, but still nothing. “Af damnit.” He pulled away from her, angry clearly. “I can’t do ayt.” Perhaps she would take it as he had a mate and couldn’t cheat, or sex with strangers just wasn’t his cup of tea. Neither of those were true. He just couldn’t get it up.
The husky had heard of this happening, too large of doses could keep the male’s parts from performing properly, but he had never believed it. There had never been a problem before, so why now? He grabbed one of the last two remaining beers and drained it, tossing the bottle over his head haphazardly. Even if alcohol was the cause of his impotence, alcohol was also the cure for everything, he was just sure of it.
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