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[extendedmetaphor]

The club wasn't exactly Irwin's scene, the thumping music and the mass of sweaty bodies, but he was happy to be there with Guy, specially when he broke the kiss, suddenly very aware of his cock, his hips pressed forward against Guy's. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, coat abandoned at the cloak-room. He pushed his fingers into Guy's hair and pulls; an idea was forming.

"We should go back to the hotel," he said. They'd rented a room earlier, if only for the novelty. He leaned in and kissed Guy again, hungrily. "We should go right now."

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[patriotqueen]

Guy was having a blast. Fuck 'Le Boeuf'; they should have had this in London in his world (of course they would have been rounded up - again - and the consequences would have been a lot harsher, considering all the wriggling and writhing bodies on the dance floor). He'd been indecently touched by several, propositioned by a few and asked to dance by a couple. And he'd just been to the bar to get Tom and he a drink.

He didn't take anyone up on any offer, but came back to Tom, who looked delightfully out of place and terribly sexy in that tight shirt.

They kissed, hand in his hairs, but then; an unexpected pull. "Should we?" He teased. "I don't think I'm done dancing yet. Why do you want to go now?"

[extendedmetaphor]

Irwin's had his own share of gropes, more than one hand on his cock that didn't belong to Guy, and he felt like his temperature was a tiny bit higher, already. He shifted his hips, pushing his hard-on tight against Guy's hips.

"Because I want to fuck you. Thoroughly. And I don't want to do it here."

[patriotqueen]

Tight jeans against tight jeans left nothing to the imagination and Guy could feel Tom's cock press against his hip. "Those toys were meant for you," Guy reminded Tom. They'd gone shopping earlier, at Guy's insistence, and had bought several toys (some for shock, some for amusement, some for the intent of using them) in a amazingly decent-looking sex shop.

It seemed Tom had changed his mind. Not that Guy minded that.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Yes, well," said Irwin, grinning now, hips still pressed snug against Guy's, fingers still in his hair. "Is it my fault that I find the fault of that cock ring and your cock intensely distracting?"

[patriotqueen]

Pressed together they moved, half dancing, half making their way to the exit. Someone bumped into Tom, by accident first, then purposefully not leaving. He was taller than Tom, and muscled in that way only Americans could be.

Guy got up to his toes gave the man a peck on the lips, over Tom's shoulder. "Excuse me, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. My boy is going to bugger me senseless."

[extendedmetaphor]

Both of his eyebrows shoot up and his hand snakes around to squeeze Guy's arse as he pushes him back another step towards the doorway.

"Your boy? I'm not sure I like that," he says. "One more thing to get my own back for."

[patriotqueen]

"As if you need an excuse," Guy reminded the other, a murmur, as he nuzzled the other's neck. "Then what do I call you?"

[extendedmetaphor]

"Who says you're going to be calling me anything?" asked Irwin, feeling light-headed, dizzy and hungry. His hand groped across Guy's arse again, squeezing again.

"Weren't you the one that picked out a ball gag earlier?"

[patriotqueen]

That talk was making him hard, and he moaned into Tom's neck at the grope. "I did. For you." But he was definitely starting to like this idea and to make this evident, he pressed a hard kiss against his mouth and pushed his tongue in hungrily, hands in his hair.

They somehow made it to their coats, and somehow made it to their hotel room, where Guy shed his coat and turned to Tom once more.

[extendedmetaphor]

Irwin sat down at the foot of the bed, knees apart, head tipped back to look up at Guy. The bag from the sex shop was next to his foot. He tilted his head.

"Go on, then," he said, voice deliberately quite hard, though there was a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Strip."

[patriotqueen]

Guy smirked back, and kicked off his shoes. He made a slow show of stripping off his shirt, that tight black t-shirt with a glittery and abstract Union Jack on it. He then took his time peeling off his tight jeans. There was nothing underneath them, apart from a growing erection. He approached the bed. "Better?"

[extendedmetaphor]

"Much," he said, grinning. eyes lingering on Guy's cock before the slip up to his face. He picked up the bag, letting it dangle from his fingers.

"I feel spoiled for choice. What do I want to do to you first?"

[patriotqueen]

Guy sat down on Tom's lap uninvited (but he imagined not unwelcome) and kissed his neck. He pressed himself onto Tom's erection, through the rough fabric. "I suggest you pick something quick before I change my mind."

[extendedmetaphor]

Not unwelcome, but not exactly to plan, either. His hand slipped between Guy's legs, fondling his cock warmly, rolling his balls against his palm.

"Are you going to let me have completely free rein?"

[patriotqueen]

Guy grinned. "Are you going to take it?" He challenged.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Fuck yes I am," he said, all in a rush, giving Guy's cock one last squeeze and then slapping his hand hard against the flat of Guy's thigh. "Get up on the bed. On your knees. Hands on the bedframe."

[patriotqueen]

A moan escaped his throat and he did as told, but not before pouting at Tom. "You're not going to strip? I'd like to be able to see your body react to your own doings."

[extendedmetaphor]

"Not yet," he said, voice firm again as he dropped the bag on the bed. The first thing that he fished out were the ridiculous fluffy handcuffs that Guy hadn't been able to resist. He looped the chair through the bed frame and then snapped them shut on Guy's wrists.

He slapped Guy's arse a couple of times, not particularly hard, not yet. "I think we'll leave the cock ring until after you've come the first time," he said, almost conversationally. He had no intention of this being done quickly.

[patriotqueen]

"A very sensible decision," Guy couldn't help bur remarking. "If I'd had known we were going to use these on me I would have picked a different colour..." he added, amused at the cuffs even now they were on his wrists.

[extendedmetaphor]

"You don't like the effect?" he asked, hand lingering against the curve of Guy's arse for a moment before smacking him again, harder this time.

"Hm. What else did we buy?"

[patriotqueen]

Guy moaned in response, anticipation mixed with the pain of the sudden smack.

"Like you don't remember," he grinned.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Oh, I remember exactly," he said, manhandling Guy's knees wider apart on the bed, spreading his thighs, exposing him further.

"Maybe I want to hear you say it." Another slap, right across the cleft of Guy's arse. "Remember when you fucked me into your desk? I want you to feel that...fucking...used." He punctuated each word with a slap. "Just imagine what I can do with all this before we even get to my cock inside you."

[patriotqueen]

Guy bit his lip, his erection growing further. "You want me to talk then?" Guy asked, knowing exactly what the contents of the bag were.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Yes," said Irwin, tracing his thumb down between Guy's spread cheeks, teasing for a moment. "I want to hear you talk. For the moment."

[patriotqueen]

"In that case, I take it the gag is something you want to keep for later," Guy said huskily, voice a little strained as the thumb teased him. "There's a dildo in there that puts many a man to shame. A-” A moan escaped him, caused by that thumb. “cock ring I’m going to fucking need if you keep that up. And a little fair warning that I reserve the right to reciprocate. Should I feel your payback was inappropriately harsh, I will meet it with equal force.” He turned and grinned wickedly. “Promise.”