Ciaran had stuck to his no sex rule that he made with Chris about two weeks ago, much to Chris's annoyance. Chris had freaked out at first and tried the whole first week to trap Ciaran, but Ciaran would just immediately leave and then refuse to come over if Chris didn't stop trying to mount him.
"Why are we doing this again?" Chris would ask every time.
And Ciaran would respond, "For the same reason you wouldn't move in with me right away. There is something sacred about the wedding night. Consummating things with you just feels right."
Then Chris would huff and roll his eyes, but he actively stopped trying, until the day before the wedding.
In the car ride to the lounge, he casually touched Ciaran's thigh and then started to massage up to his groin area. Ciaran laughed and casually moved his hand back down to his knee. Chris stopped, but then in one quick motion threw his leg over Ciaran and mounted him, then covered his thinner mouth with his thicker lips. Ciaran allowed him to because he knew the ride wasn't very long.
When the car stopped, Ciaran, without breaking away from their passionate kissing, reached over with one hand and opened the car door letting the cold air in. Chris yelped, "aaah!" Ciaran took it as an opportunity to push him off his lap.
"Cool off," said Ciaran and exited the limo. Chris groaned, adjusted his erection and followed.
They men had fun at the lounge. Even Ciaran, who was not a dancer, had to admit how much fun it was dancing with Chris whose energy was infectious. They kissed and touched often, making Ciaran regret their dry spell a little.
On the way back to the hotel, knowing Ciaran was a little drunker and a lot more affectionate than earlier, Chris tried one more time. He laid his head on Ciaran's chest and gently rubbed his groin. He managed to pop his pants button open, zip down his zipper and pull his cock out before Ciaran fully realized how far Chris had gone.
