General RP Stripping for the Credit Union and SLC (Crow)

[RhysTheFirebird]

The next couple of hours blurred into a warm, buzzing smear of neon lights, pulsing bass, and the steady burn of shot after shot sliding down Ciaran’s throat. He remembered laughing too loudly, leaning into Gavin’s shoulder every time something even remotely funny happened. Gavin kept pace with him drink for drink. They drifted between the bar, the patio for cool air that never helped, and the dance floor where the night softened into a haze of bodies and rhythm.

At some point—Ciaran wasn’t sure when—the world stopped wobbling and instead started glowing. Everything felt good. The music. The warmth in his chest. Gavin’s presence at his side. Every time Gavin touched his arm to steady him, or when Ciaran held onto his wrist to tug him along, Ciaran felt it all the way down to his bones. The alcohol drowned out the questions, the fear, the careful line he always walked around his secrets.

Now, in the thick of the crowd again, Ciaran could feel himself slipping past the point of no return. The bass thumped through the floor and up his spine. His head felt pleasantly empty, pleasantly light. He slung an arm around Gavin’s shoulders, dragging him closer than he ever would sober. His body pressed flush against Gavin’s side as he moved, hips rolling with the music—slow, then sharper, then slow again. He didn’t think about what he was doing; he just followed instinct, heat, alcohol.

His other hand was curled around yet another shot, sloshing slightly as he lifted it without even looking. He downed it in one tilt, grimacing and laughing into Gavin’s ear, breath warm against his skin. He didn’t even realize how intimately he was moving until his thigh slid between Gavin’s, until he felt the grind of his own hips sync to the rhythm.

Ciaran didn’t know if he was dancing with the music or with Gavin—he only knew that his hands were on Gavin’s shoulders, his body plastered against him, and he didn’t want to let go.

 

[Crow]

Gavin was matching Ciaran and feeling as cloudy as his friend seemed to be, getting a bit touchy with Ciaran as usual but nothing too personal besides the occasional hand holding.

However, once they were on the dance floor, the energy between the two seemed different, charged. Normally when they danced there was plenty of space between them but here Ciaran was, grinding to the music against the English man.

Gavin was too into the moment to think twice and matched his energy, his hands moved down Ciarans body, starting at the side of his chest, sliding to his hips, gripping them as he moved in rhythm with Ciaran. He let out a small groan as he laughed in gavins ear, getting turned on by the intimacy, the closeness of their bodies, if he wasn't careful Ciaran would soon feel how into the moment he was.

Not thinking about consequences, he buried his face into Ciaran's neck, kissing it and giving playing nips with his teeth.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

The feeling of Gavin’s hands sliding down his torso, settling on his hips—gripping his hips—sent a hot, dizzy shock through him that had nothing to do with the alcohol. His whole body reacted before his brain did, leaning into the touch, pressing back against Gavin with a slow, deliberate grind he didn’t trust himself to examine too closely. His breath caught when Gavin’s laughter ghosted over his skin, warm and intimate in a way it never had been before.

But then Gavin’s mouth touched his neck—soft, then teasing, then nipping—and Ciaran’s knees nearly buckled.

His fingers curled into the fabric of Gavin’s shirt without meaning to, clutching it as his head tipped back slightly, giving Gavin more access without even realizing he was doing it. The music pulsed around them, but all he could feel was heat: Gavin’s hands on his waist, Gavin’s breath, Gavin’s mouth. A strangled sound caught in Ciaran’s throat, something between a gasp and a laugh, disbelieving and wanting at the same time.

He should’ve pulled away. He should’ve said something. But instead a slow, helpless shiver ran down his spine.

“Gav…” he breathed, barely audible over the music, not sure if it was a warning or a plea. His hips rolled again—closer, needier—and the moment he felt just how hard Gavin was getting, his own breath stuttered. His pulse hammered in his ears. The club, the people, the lights—they all disappeared.

It was just the two of them, and Ciaran was too drunk, too overwhelmed, and far too gone to stop himself.

 

[Crow]

Gavin would pull away from Ciaran, looking him in the eyes. Part of him was torn, they were both drunk and this was a bad decision. But the last and passion was clear in his eyes, overriding.

He takes Ciarans hand taking him to the hall almost empty hall. He would push Ciaran face first into the wall, not hard but controlled. He started kissing Ciarent neck again, more recklessly as he thrusts his hips against Ciarans ass, grinding and humping against the Irishman now. "Mine" he says before kissing his neck again,sucking on the skin leaving a clear hickey, a mark.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

The wall hit Ciaran’s palms before he fully registered they’d even left the dance floor.

His breath punched out of him in a shaky exhale, the cool surface against his forehead doing nothing to steady the molten, drunken rush flooding his body. Gavin’s hand still wrapped around his wrist lingered like a brand, and then—God—Gavin’s body pressed into his from behind, solid and desperate and wanting.

Ciaran’s eyes fluttered shut as Gavin’s mouth found his neck again, hotter, rougher this time. His fingers curled against the wall, useless at grounding himself when Gavin’s hips rolled into him with deliberate, claiming pressure. A helpless, breathless sound escaped him, somewhere between a whine and a gasp.

Then Gavin said it—Mine—and Ciaran lost whatever composure he had left.

A shudder tore through him, his knees going weak as the word dug deep, hitting a part of him he’d buried for years. He pressed back instinctively, grinding into Gavin’s thrust just to feel more, to feel all of him. The hickey burned, and Ciaran loved it—loved being marked, claimed, wanted in a way he’d never let himself imagine.

“Gavin…” The name slipped out on a ragged breath, needy and impossible to hide. “Fuck—Gav…”

He turned his head slightly, cheek still against the wall, desperate to catch even a glimpse of him. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

 

[Crow]

Hearing his name gavin slows down and smiles, moaning into his ear "do you want more Ciaran? Do you like feeling me press against your cute little ass?" He says, grabbing his face and turning it to look back at gavin.

He smiles at him, wanting more, wanting to taste him. He would suddenly crash his mouth against Ciaran's kissing him wildly.

He wanted more, he wanted to know how big Ciaran was, what he felt like, how he squirmed when someone, Gavin, is inside him.

He let go of his wrist and slid his hand down Ciarans chest before sliding underneath his pants, wasting no time to grasp the other's cock, eagerly squeezing and stroking it

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Ciaran’s head spun, eyes wide and chest heaving, heat and alcohol pooling in a dizzying haze. His fingers dug into Gavin’s shoulders instinctively as their mouths crashed together, wild and claiming, tasting and tasting until his knees nearly gave out.

A strangled gasp tore from him when Gavin’s hand slid under his pants, and Ciaran’s hips jerked against the touch before he could stop it. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, impossible, and everything he’d buried for years pressed up against him all at once.

He groaned into the kiss, trying to focus on breathing, on anything that could keep him from completely losing himself. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, rocking subtly into Gavin’s hand, shivering at the boldness, at the closeness, at the heat.

“I… fuck… Gav…” His voice was ragged, broken between gasps and moans, a mixture of disbelief and want. He tried to pull back slightly, just to catch his breath, but the pull of Gavin, the rush of everything, kept him pressed close, barely able to think, barely able to resist.

 

[Crow]

He let Ciaran pull away, panting heavily. He licked his lips, the tast of ciarans mouth lingering. He wanted more and couldn't wait any longer. His core burned ans screamed for release.

He removed his hand from his pants, grabbing the hem and pulling them down to his knee. "I love your cute little but Ciaran." He smacks it before unzipping his own pants, his cock smacking against Ciarans ass before resting there.

He grabbed a lube condom from his pocket and put it on, watching Ciaran the whole time. He was drunk but if he felt Ciaran didnt want this he would stop.

He would wait a few moments before asking "do you want this baby? Want me to stretch your out and make you moan my name?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Ciaran froze for a split second, a haze of alcohol and adrenaline clouding his thoughts. His mouth opened, nothing coming out, and his green eyes widened at the sudden closeness, the weight of Gavin’s body, and the unthinkable question. His heart hammered in his chest, half panic, half… something else he didn’t want to name.

“What… I… uh…” His words trailed off into a breathless gasp, incoherent and ragged. His mind was scrambled, swimming between shock, confusion, and the raw pull of desire burning in his chest. He’d never… never done this before, never with a man, never imagined this moment even in the smallest, darkest corners of his mind.

And yet… the heat pooling between his legs, the tight ache in his chest, the way his body pressed back against Gavin’s, drowned out all hesitation. “Gav… I…” he breathed, voice shaky and almost incomprehensible. Every rational thought was gone, replaced by the dizzying need and the blur of alcohol and lust. He wanted it, wanted him, and even as panic flickered through the edges of his mind, desire won, overwhelming and undeniable.

He tilted his hips back slightly, pressing into Gavin’s erection, a quiet moan slipping past his lips. “Yes… okay… just… do it…” The words were half plea, half surrender, shaky and broken, but his body screamed the truth louder than any coherent thought ever could.

 

[Crow]

Hearing what he wanted Gavin would kiss Ciaran once more, quick this time. He moved a hand to his ass, giving it a squeeze before sliding it between Ciarans cheeks. He traced the outline of his hole with Gavins finger before slowly sliding it in, pushing in slowing and rhythmically with the music they could still hear.

Gavin would nip Ciarans ear, smiling and a bit impatient but wanted to make this first time for Ciran memorable.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Ciaran’s body shuddered violently at the sudden intrusion, a strangled gasp escaping him as Gavin’s finger traced and then slid in. He bites his lower lip, heart hammering in a mixture of panic, shock, and the dizzying pull of pleasure. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely out of control—but somehow, he didn’t want to stop.

A shaky moan slipped past his lips as Gavin nipped at his ear, sending sparks down his spine. Ciaran tilted his head, trying to catch his breath, trying to make sense of the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Every nerve felt alive, every inch of him sensitive and craving more, even as his mind scrambled to catch up with what was happening.

He pressed back against Gavin’s hand involuntarily, hips rolling slightly as he let himself ride the slow, deliberate rhythm. His thoughts were a haze of confusion and desire, a jumble of “this is wrong” and “I want more,” tangled together in the alcohol-fueled haze clouding his senses. “Gav… oh… fuck…” he whispered, barely coherent, his body answering before his mind could, clinging to the warmth and pressure and the reckless, intoxicating closeness.

 

[Crow]

He would pump his finger into Ciaran, smiling as the other man moans from his hands. He would play and tease with Ciaran before adding a second finger, slowly adjusting him to what was to come.

"You are so cute when you moan my name baby. It makes me so hard" he says before moving in to kiss his Irishman, sliding his tongue down into the others mouth

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Ciaran’s head fell back slightly, a muffled moan caught in his throat as Gavin added the second finger. His body stiffened for a moment, a mix of shock and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him, but he instinctively arched into the touch, desperate and wanting more.

“G-Gav…” His voice was broken, shaky, barely more than a whisper, but it carried everything—confusion, desire, and that reckless need that had been building all night. He pushes his palms against the wall, hands trembling as he tried to ground himself, even as his hips rolled involuntarily against the intrusion.

When Gavin kissed him, sliding his tongue inside, Ciaran’s knees buckled slightly, and he moaned into the kiss, body responding eagerly.

 

[Crow]

After a few more minutes he pulled away, removing his fingers as well. "You been such a good boy. Time for your reward " he says smiling as he prepositions himself, pressing his tip against his ass.

He presses slowly into Ciaran, moaning into his ear. He starts to thrusts slowly and softly, taking his time. This was the moment he dreamt of since he first met Ciaran and here were was living it.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Ciaran groans softly, shifting his hips slightly. He was so drunk and had no clue what was happening, but it felt so good. So, so, fucking good. He needed more, wanted more. His hips rocked a few more times, pressing back against the fingers that were suddenly pulled away.

He whines, shaking his head, ready to beg for more when he feels something else press up against him. He shudders, chewing on his lip. "Dann. . ." He shudders feeling this first, and then second press before his ass is stretched around Gav's cock.

"Feels so. . ." Different. Good. Amazing. "Whatever you do, don't stop, Gav."

 

[Crow]

Gavin moaned, feeling Ciarans ass take his cock, stretching around it. "Fuck you feel great" he moans into Ciarans ear.

He pushed Ciaran's face back into the wall before grabbing his hair, pulling on it. He started to pump his cock faster, rolling his hips against Ciaran. His mind was flooded with pleasure as he fucked his roommate.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Ciaran moans louder, rocking his hips back, needing Gavin more, needing him deeper. Why did this feel so good? Why couldn't he not stop wanting everything from this man? Fuck, he was so fucking drunk.

There's a tug on his hair,a pull and he gasps sharply, his head tilting back, baring his throat and face, staring at Gavin. "What-"

 

[Crow]

Gavin smiled at the surprise on Ciarans face. He pulls him into a kiss, sliding his tongue back into ciarans mouth, moaning into his mouth ass he slides his cock deeper into Ciaran till he reached the base.

His head was swimming by now as he was inside his Irishman. He was falling for Ciaran all over again. But he could enter admit that. That it was more than a crush

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Ciaran shudders, gasping as stars explode in his vision, his hips jerking,* "What the fuuuccckkkkk~" He groans against Gavin's lips, trying to silence his cry. His eyes roll back, rolling his hips again, wanting that press on that spot inside him again.