Onric was trapped beneath a fiery drunk and he couldn't be even more excited. The heavy smell of liquor and the glazed over pierce of a gaze had Onric hot and ready. There were teeth at his neck, tongue against his skin and heated growling through it all. Alistair's hands were scraping and nails went uncontrolled down sides and chest. Onric hissed out and grabbed on to clothes as Alistairs aggression heightened, heated rubbing of clothed groins. “Alistair!” He gnawed on his bottom lip, boldly grinning at his drunken partner.  “Someones getting super into this,” and he was more than delighted about it.

“Shut up,” He took a moment to remove himself from the nook of his neck. He seemed unsteady on top of him but his gaze was hard and intensely focused. “This is completely your fault.” He started with the shirt, tearing at his shirt before Onric helped him remove the offending cloth.  “If you weren't so damn attractive and I wasn't so damn hammered.”

“Your mouth is filthy there Alistair. A man of the cross like yourself should have far more restraint.” The man nearly purred in his excitement.

“It's friday night.,” he muttered into his neck before rising again. “not sunday morning.”

“I like it.” He snatched the collar of the mans shirt and pulled him back down, smashing his lips together with an almost bruising force, Alistair sloppily returned the affection, teeth clashing before tongues found each other in heated mouths, twining. Alistair shifted on top of him, starting a slow heated grind that had him gasping and groaning into their harsh kiss. Onric didn't waste time to get the liquored priest out of his shirt, nails lightly scrapping down strongly defined chest and abs. “Damn. You sure ain't built like a priest i've ever seen.”

“Not sunday.” He commented yet again when his chastity was questioned.

Fingers worked over each defined muscle as he returned the slow grind.  When he could free his hands from the exploration of the red heads chest he gripped his waist tightly, forcing his hips lower to grind harder. He kept the other in place with a leg wrap. Twisting hair in fists he was met with s snarl that only made him hotter. He forced the other into another kiss, battling tongues for dominance, releasing his hair only to bury his fingers deeper into his hair. Kissing grew hotter, heavier as Alistair messily fumbled in the hair remaining on Onric's head, letting his other hand attempt to quickly release Onric from the rest of his clothes.

Releasing his waist Onric scooted further up the bed as Alistair got off, kneeling in front of him and pulling at his pants before Onric could get the belt off.  “You sure are hungry aren't you,” though it wasn' like Onric wasn't quickly trying to get them off himself. At first opportunity Alistair got them off and tossed them into whatever corner they would land over his shoulder.  Though it hit the dresser and dangled there till it dropped, bringing several items with it though it didn't stop Alistair at all from eagerly propping himself up and quickly taking the head of Onric's cock into his mouth. Onric grabbed his shoulders and leaned back momentarily against the bed. The sudden wet heat was like a spark through his body, a sudden starburst of white that hit his senses dead on. The heat settled for a few sparse moments before his lover took more in, easing his cock down almost to his throat. Brief moments his eyes rolled and he felt his hips moving to further push himself down into the gingers throat.  Alistair kept his hips in place by force, nails dug in when he felt him trying to move against him. His head bobbed with urgency, tongue squirming in an unpracticed pattern with gentle teeth nips.

Onric for once couldn't find words, resorting to gripping hair and heavy aroused pants.  Alistair's name and several strings of swears were forced through teeth grinding together.  A tight feeling in his stomach had him moaning louder, only made louder when he felt Alistairs warm fingers pressing against his prostate from the outside.  “Shit Alistair, you're really going for broke.” The man must have been drunk, he couldn't ever get sex out of him. Having him suck him off was an even further goal, but here he was, going all out  with him down to near the back of his throat. He'd question later where his gag reflex went. Alistair kept his quick rhythm, breathing through his nose to keep down for as long as he could till he tasted precum. In his heavy state of liquored up he didn't mind the taste as bitter as it was.

He pulled back and stood. Onric took  the moment to catch his breath and watch the other undress in front of him. He was eager, wanting to see all of the man he found himself enamored with. He was not disappointed in the slightest. His legs were nicely toned with the rest of him. He was speckled in freckles and Onric found it to be, for a moment the cutest sight. Across his arms and back, down his legs, his entire body.  Examination didn't go long at all till he had the red head climbing back on top of him. For a moment he was ready to accept him inside of him but to his surprise Alistair was readying himself. “This is only getting better. You sure you're ready for this?”

“God will you shut up. Hurry and put your forsaken dick in.” It was an order breathed in a moment of heavy need and arousal, the edge of bite being the only thing hiding the whine laced in. Alistair was leaning forward on one hand, holding Onric's cock with the other to steady the tip to press in around the tightly puckered ring of muscle he needed it to go through. When he found himself steady he moved his hips down, groaning that in his drunken stupor he was unable to lower himself. “Onric,” the breathy whine had Onric grinning like the wolf he was. He took a hold of his own cock, stroking himself with a lick of his lips and lowered Alistairs hips to tease at his hole with the tip.

“Hey. I want to hear you say my name again.” He wanted to press buttons, hear that feral growl vibrating at his throat again, like a hot knife through his senses, electricity running from head to toe.

“You son of a bitch.” He  buried himself in his neck to bite, to nip and growl. “Put it in.”

“That's not what I asked for~” He cooed against the others shoulder, biting again and sucking harshly to leave behind his calling card.

“God, Onric put it in you little shit.” Alistair lowered as Onric pushed forward breaking the normally quiet mans facade for a moment. It was a loud gasp that escaped him, a moan following after. Onric held his hips and moved, this time being the one in control of the others pleasure.  Alistair gripped the bed sheets, rocking with Onric's movements and meeting his upward thrusts with his own downward motions.  The priests language only grew more foul in the heated breaths between his moans. Gods name spilled like sweet blasphemy. Between Onric's words of questioning faith, Alistair only could moan out verses, twsited in his heavy state of desire. Ones of sins in which he found himself committing.

Onric was delighted. Buried deeply in the ginger that rode him, he wanted in even deeper, wanted to get him to the edge and send him over his threshold. Positions flipped and Alistair was the one on his back, legs wrapped around Onric's waist and arms wrapped around his neck. Breathed in Onric's ear were please to keep going, drive harder and faster and bring him to his edge. When Alistair dropped his pinnacle of faith act he was a beast like no other. He desired and lusted, unwound from his tight coil of neatness he was mess under Onric and every moment of it brought Onric closer to his own peek, more than being buried balls deep.

Seeing a priest drown himself in liquor and sex, watch him unwind into this mess was working wonders for the foot loose play boy.  Onric bated words out of him, bated verses. Asking him of his sin, asking him of desires that hid only skin deep and Alistair delivered, angrily but he delivered his verses on mark.

Alistair grew tighter the closer to his release he got, clutching harder till he arched, forcing lips together to smother the loud moans that escaped him as he came, cock sandwiched between the two and cum smearing chests.  Clenching tighter to the cock in him, Onric found it harder to move but worked him even in the afterglow and calming surge of his partners orgasm, till he finally felt himself drive over the edge,holding to the last possible moment before the blinding force leaving. Both lay panting heavily, Onric taking the gingers inability to move to leave more damning marks on him in the form of bites and hickies.

Alistair grunted. “Stop that, people will see those.”

“It's to repay all that scratching on my back and the bites on my neck and shoulder.” He hid a grin against his neck.

“Ugh. Whatever. Don't pull out yet.” He muttered it, holding Onric to him. “Stay with me like this for a second.” Onric played like he was debating it.

“Yeah sure. Probably won't get another chance like this till I get you drunk again anyway.”