walks into the square, wondering who was making such an awful racket. 'Shut the hell up you drunken git,' he shouts, making his way over._

His nostrils were already flared, the blood mixed with alcohol flaring up his hunger.

does two whole 360s before finally finding the man who shouted at him. 'Feck off! Am good!' He sings louder and does his best at a drunken_

dance.

snorts, watching the show with a small smirk. 'Yer not half bad... for a cat being stangled.'

*strangled.

'Hey!' He stops and drunkenly points at him. 'No cats got nuthin' on me!' He says, not understanding the insult, 'I sing like_

a feckin' angel! And I look like one too!' He brings to climb the statue in the middle of the square.

tugs him down, frowning. 'You dinnae look like an angel. You look like an alright looking drunk!'

'You t'ink so, do you?' He laughs. The tug back down felt fun and made his stomach leap in a tickling manner. 'H-hey, don't you touch me,_

that's against the feckin' law!' He turns around to him, grinning.

doesn't let go, smirking. 'I didn't know it was against the law to help a drunkard.'

places a hand on the man's face. 'If you were helping me, I'd be at the top right now. And I'm no drunkard! Y-you're the drunkard, yes_

you are!' He falls forward, almost past him.

grimaces when Declan touches him. He grabs his collar to stop him from falling face first into the ground. 'What were you saying?'

turns his head to smile drunkenly at him. I was saying yer a little hero, looking after me, eh!' He laughs and swings an arm around_

Greg's neck. 'Home! Which way, hero?'

this dinner might be more than it's worth. 'It depends mate,' he says, hand sliding to grope Declan's arse. 'Your place or mine?'

bucks away from the grope in surprise, but then he realises it was Greg's hand and not some weird hand-like object he walked into. He grins_

a mischievous grin and pulls at the waistband of the other's trousers into his body. 'Let's try whatever's closest, right?' He takes in_

Greg's facial appearance. Feck! he thought, he's as pale as me and looks twice as good!

smiles, something dangerous underlying the expression.'My place it is then.' He whispers into his ear, lightly nipping the lobe.

impressed. Since leaving Ireland he has been very disappointed to learn other nationalities are not as forward as the Irish, so this was_

more than a welcomed surprise. 'Not too far, I hope,' He grins. 'Although if ye'r taking me up to Scotland, I'll go the distance.' He was_

a sucker for the Scots.

laughs, 'It sounds like you'd be willing to walk 500 miles.' He stops infront of an Inn he's staying at, pulling out his key. He pulls him_

closer, 'I think I'd have to have you before we reach Scotland though.'

looks up at the Inn and nods approvingly (before almost falling back from lack of balance) as it was a great deal nicer than the pub he was_

living above. 'I'm more than willing but this'll do nicely!' He grins at the promise in the Scots voice. 'If you wasted time I'd reject you'

keeps him up, laughing in amusement s he tugs him. 'I better not waste anymore time then,' he grumbles, leaning in to playfully nip_

and lick at his neck, pressing the man against the now closed door. His hands cup him through his trousers, rubbing the forming bulge.

still feels dizzy with the alcohol so he takes a few seconds to gather his bearings. He is helped by Greg's wandering hand which heightens_

his arousal and causes him to bite his lip and shuffle his legs further apart. He takes Greg's chin and steals a long, wanting kiss from_

his lips, as he presses up against him and pulls his top shirt buttons open.

bites his lip, moaning as he draws blood. His eyes shut as he sucks, hand delving under Declan's waistband to wrap around his cock,_

stroking him.

surprised to have felt some pain, and isnt sure if he's bleeding or not. However Greg didn't seem to mind, and the sucking feeling felt_

sensual, like a massae. He gasps loudly and then lets out a little growl in pleasure. His feet spread further apart and he opens his eyes_

to look at the Scotsman hungrily. With a quick buck of his hips, his trousers slip down and he kicks them away.

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