"Dude, lighten up Ci" he says moving closer to him. He turns around, bending down and shaking his ass in front of Ciaran, twerking his thick and well defined butt on his irshman.
Ciaran's face goes instantly red, his eyes locked on Gavin's cock for long moments before tearing his gaze away. He clears his throat, pressing a fist over his mouth. "That's not fair-" He felt warmth pooling in his gut and his own cock hardening further.
Ciaran looks up again, scowling slightly. "Because I said so." He tilts his head to the side, staring at Gav. He was tense, a little uncomfortable. Doing this sober was completely different than doing it blackout drunk. . .
He watches Gavin, gaze dropping to follow his hand. He shifts his hips, fingers pressing into the couch cushion. He doesn't say anything, simply staring at Gavin.
"You are way too tense. I need you to relax so im helping you " as he is stroking his own cock, slowly he reached down and started stroking Ciaran, grasping it firmly.
Ciaran gasps, jerking slightly. He closes his eyes, head tilting back against the sofa. He lifts his hips slightly, eager to be touched. "I am not tense, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Mmm look at you, eager to be touched. You must have been wanting this for a while" he was stroking faster, moaning softly as he watched every movement of Ciaran
"Tell me the truth baby, you like all of this dont you. All of the attention and teasing I give you" he teases more, letting go of his own cock and using his now free hand to squeeze and fondle Ciarans balls while being stroked.
"Im not wrong tho. Secretly you are just a horny little slut aren't you?" He asks testing the waters with some playful dirty talk. Now that he is closer, he leans down kissing his neck
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