Warnings: this is smut. Clearly. This has some language, penetration, dom Virgil, sub Roman, it's rough, if I missed any warnings, please let me know!
Pairings: Prinxiety
Small summary: Roman is a stripper and Virgil is the bartender at the strip club. When Roman stays late and catches Virgil jamming out to music while cleaning he finds he is really turned on.

Roman pulled on his lucky gold thong and red mini skirt before pulling on his white crop top. Painting his lips the color of the blood of angry men before getting up and going out on to the stage to start his dance. You see, Roman was a stripper at a gay strip club. And he was the best dancer there. Now it had been a while since he was in a serious relationship and he was hoping, wearing the lucky thongs would somehow get him a number or something from a cute guy.
He went and spun around the pole and twerked and wiggled his ass as dollar bills were thrown at him. He loved the attention. All eyes were practically glued to him as he danced seductively across the stage. Once he was done, he got off stage and walked over to the bar to get himself a drink.

The bartender turned and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want, Princey?"

Roman sighed. "Sex, if I'm being honest." Virgil rolled his eyes. "I mean, not like for money, but for actual enjoyment."

Virgil snorted. "Good luck getting that here."

Roman sighed. "I suppose you're right." He looked over the crowd of men. "How long do you work tonight?"

Virgil slid him a drink. "I close."

Roman raised an eyebrow. "Wow you stay late."

"Yeah, well the dancers are sent home first."

Roman nodded. He glanced at Virgil. "Don't you have a boyfriend or someone who's jealous you work here?" That was the reason Roman's last relationship ended.

Virgil shook his head. "No. Even if I did, I'm the bartender, I don't undress for customers."

Roman nodded and bit his lip before picking up his drink and taking a sip.

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Virgil sighed as he closed the doors and locked them. He had the club all to himself now and he could clean it up however he pleased. And by that, he meant dancing. Putting on a playlist he began to dance around and sing. "Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore. Been waiting for somebody else to carry me. There's nothing else there for me at my door. All the people I know aren't who they used to be."

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Roman startled awake and realized he had slept past closing time. He then heard a heavenly voice and decided to follow it. "And if I try to change my life one more day." Roman peaked through the doors to the dancers room to find Virgil singing and dancing around. He realized that Virgil must have gotten hot at some point and had taken off his hoodie and was now cleaning and singing in a black tank top that showed off his abs and becips. "There would be nobody else to save." Roman gulped as he watched Virgil. "And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so," Roman's eyes widened as he recognized the song. Oh. Oh no!
"Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah! I pray for the wicked on the weekend Mama, can I get another amen? Oh oh oh oh oh Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent Mama, can I get another amen? Oh oh oh oh oh Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah!" Roman felt his knees go weak. Oh! This man! He thought. He's gonna kill me! He's so damn hot and sexy!  Hot Damn!

"And every morning when I wake up
I wanna be who I couldn't say I'd ever been." Roman continued to watch as Virgil moved with practiced moves to clean and dance at the same time as he sang along. "But it's so much more than I ever was." Roman hearts soared as he listened to Virgil's heavenly voice. "If every night I go to sleep knowing That I gave everything that I had to give." Roman had to hold himself back from rushing towards Virgil and slamming him down on a table to have his way with him. "Then it's all I could've asked for I've been standing up beside everything I've ever said, but Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah." Roman watched as Virgil danced around each table, flipping the chairs up as he went.

"I pray for the wicked on the weekend." Roman spared a glance down and saw a bulge in his leather pants. How was he going to walk home like that? "Mama, can I get another amen? Oh oh oh oh oh." Roman watched as did a quick sweep of the floor before getting the swiffer. "Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah. Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent. Mama, can I get another amen? Oh oh oh oh oh Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah." Roman watched as the normally reserved bartender danced across the floor, cleaning it as he went.

"If I had one more day to wish." Virgil grabbed his jacket and messenger bag as he passed the bar so he wouldn't have to walk on the wet clean floor to go back and get them.

"If I had one more day." Virgil continued singing as he cleaned.

"To be better than I could have ever been." Roman realised that Virgil was moving closer to him.

"If I had one more day to wish." Virgil was going to be going out the back door so he was cleaning until he got to the doorway to the hallway then he would leave.

"If I had one more day." The same hallway Roman was in.

"I could be better, but, baby." Roman couldn't move and then Virgil bumped into him. He whirled around and his eyes widened as he noticed Roman.

"Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah!" Roman sang. And with that, Virgil slammed Roman against the wall, his lips colliding with Roman's in a passionate fury. Roman smirked and shoved Virgil back against the wall on the other side of the hall, his lips never leaving Virgil's. The music continued as Virgil's fingers tangled in Roman's styled hair and Roman pulled at Virgil's hips. The two tumbled down the hall, slamming each other into the walls along the way until they got to Roman's room. Roman kicked open the door and the two stumbled inside as they attacked each others lips.

Roman shoved Virgil down on the couch and hovered over him before trying to chase the others lips. Virgil raised an eyebrow as he pushed the other away. "You really think that you're going to top?" Roman felt his dick twitch. "I bet you think you're going to dominate too?" 

Virgil quickly flipped them and straddled Roman's waist. He leaned down and whispered seductively in his ear. "If you want to dom, you'll have to take it from me." And Roman almost cummed at the thought. Then Virgil sat back and became a little timid. "So, how did you want to do this? Traffic light system? Safe word?"

Roman stared in awe at the man and knew that he didn't want this to be just a fling. Even more so than he already felt. Roman sat up and leaned back on his elbows. "Virgil," he started, his voice low and husky. "If you don't fuck me hard and rough right now, I will-" Roman couldn't even finish his sentence as Virgil attacked his lips once again, swipping his tongue over the others bottom lip. Roman held his mouth shut, denying the other entrance. Roman pushed back the other.

"Knowing you, you won't do what I asked unless I do give you a safe word so how about, Stop."

Virgil nodded. "Yeah, that's good."

Roman sighed. "Good. Now hurry up."

And Virgil lips collided with his. This time, Roman granted access and their tongues fought for dominance until Virgil won. Roman let Virgil lick and suck his neck and collarbone for a while until he pushed him back and growled, "Enough foreplay!" He shoved Virgil's shirt up and yanked it off, flinging it across the room and quickly worked on the others belt. Virgil shoved his hands away and pulled Roman's white tee shirt off and then yanked Roman's pants off. Roman's dick was finally able to breathe. Virgil eyed the golden thong covering it and fingered at the straps.

"You want this off?"

Roman groaned and yanked them off himself. Virgil smirked and bent down and did a quick lick up Roman's shaft.
Roman moaned out. He needed this. And he needed it now. He quickly yanked Virgil's pants off and laid down, spreading his legs as far as the would go. "No, fucking prep! Just just to the fucking already!" He growled and threw a bottle of lube at the other. Virgil quickly pulled his boxers off and lubbed up his cock. "Just put it in!" Roman cried out as he watched. He was very impatient. And Virgil, too horny to even consider teasing, pulled Roman's legs up and placed them on his shoulders before putting his hands on Roman's hips. The other's dick twitching in anticipation. Then he rammed into the other and Roman screamed out, "Faster!" Virgil quickly got to work, slamming deep inside Roman and cause both to grunt and moan in overwhelming pleasure. It was hot and fast and passionate everything Roman dreamed of. He reached down and jerked himself off as he felt Virgil's dick ramming inside him. Roman screamed in absolute pleasure as Virgil hit his prostate. Virgil adjusted and began hitting it each time, causing the other to sloppily jerk himself off. Soon, Virgil's thrust became sloppier. Roman bent his legs and wrapped them around
Virgil's waist, trapping him and preventing him from pulling out. "I'm close," he whispered. "And you are cumming in my ass." And Virgil listened. Roman came on his hand and Virgil's hot seed spilled into Roman's ass, both parties panting and moaning in bliss. Roman let his legs drop and Virgil pulled out collapsing beside him. Both were panting and sweaty but they were overwhelmingly happy and satisfied. "I'm don't know if I'm going to be able to walk home," Roman breathed out.

"Sorry."

"No! Its fine! More than fine. I loved it." Virgil blushed.

"I could drive you home, so long as you don't mind riding a motorcycle."

Roman's eyes widened and stared at Virgil. "Round two at my house?"

Virgil's head shot over to look at Roman and saw small hints of lust lingering in his eyes. "Hell yes." And the two were practically scrambling to clean up and get their clothes on to drive back to Roman's. Virgil knew he wanted a serious relationship out of this. And they would talk about it on their way there before they indulged in round two. And each other.