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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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Guy stole a kiss and moaned into Tom's mouth. "For fuck's... sake." He repeated, more deliberate, still strained.

"I'm going to take my time over this," promised Irwin, hand skimming down Guy's chest and over his belly, fingers grazing his cock and fondling his balls, rolling them in his palm.

"What should I do first, Guy? I was thinking about stuffing you full with that dildo and then having you suck my cock?"

Guy managed to grin. "Bit tied up at that moment, but I think I can manage."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," he says. He leaned in to give Guy another kiss. "Say that's what you want. Say you want that cock in you while you suck mine."

Guy liked getting Tom to ask him for it - for anything really. He kissed back and spoke, purposefully, hoarsely, and meaning to make his cock ache as much as he could from this position and with only words. "I want that thing buried inside me while I take you deep as you fuck my mouth."

He let out a little, shaky sound again Guy's mouth, squeezing his balls again.

"That's it," he said, nodding, moving away. "You're going to suck my cock and then I'm going to play with you until I'm ready to fuck you."

Guy nodded, come-hither smile on his face. "Go on, then," he nudged.

Irwin shifted to the foot of the bed, finding the lube and squeezing some straight into the cleft of Guy's arse, because it seemed somehow dirtier that way. He rubbed it across Guy's asshole with his fingertips.

And Guy moaned, and wriggled, in anticipation. (Well, there wasn't much he could do in this state, was there.)

Irwin did love the wriggling, and he slapped Guy's arse hard as he stared to ease a finger into him. "Arse up. Knees further apart. I want to see you properly."

Guy did as requested, and then some. The lube was cold, the finger was hot and his cock was painfully hard. He took in the finger with a groan.

The groaning made his cock ache, which only got worse as he watched Guy's body all but swallow his finger. He barely gave Guy a moment to adjust before he started to press another inside.

"I never get bored of you from this angle," he said, eyes drawn to the bob of Guy's cock between spread thighs.

"That's rather the point," Guy was able to utter. "For fuck's sake, do something." He was hard, this was straining and he wanted more.

A third finger, and Irwin was fucking him smoothly now, the other slapping his arse again before he drags them out slowly and reaches for the dildo. Jesus, but it was thick. He felt his cock throb at the thought.

"Ready?"

His heart banged loudly in his throat at the thought of that painfully thick thing. He looked back and despite it all, still grinned like a cat. "Fuck me," he said and winked wickedly. "Hard."

That grin was all the permission that he needed, really. He pressed the tip against Guy, easing it inside a little quicker than was probably comfortable. He felt like his heart was in his throat.

It hurt, quite plainly. He bit his lip, and relaxed as much as he could to ease it in, but he was given no time for adjustment. The groan was mix of pain and pleasure and for a moment he couldn't tell which he felt.

Once the thing is all the way into Guy, Irwin paused, letting it sit, giving him a moment to adjust. He leaned forward and pressed a sucking kiss against his skin.

He started to fumble open the buttons on his shirt.

He couldn't move without feeling it, could barely adjust to it, but looked back to see Tom undress. It was a good sight and worth the strain.

The whole time he was undressing, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the stretch of Guy's body around the toy, how alien it looks. How he feels it in his cock.

"How does that feel?" he said, one hand on his cock, the other reaching out to twist the one inside Guy.

Guy groaned in response. "Like I've got a fucking log wedged up my arse, pressing against me, tearing me apart, every move a mixture of pain and pleasure, agonizing ecstasy, and all I can think of if your cock in my mouth and your hand on mine. Come here."

"Jesus. Are you sure that was enough hyperbole?" asked Irwin, rolling his eyes but grinning too as he shifts up the bed. He kneels beside Guy, pushing his fingers into his hair.

"Go on, then."

"Fuck off, dear," Guy answered with a grin.

When the cock was displayed to him, he didn't hesitate and took it in his mouth. He thought about drawing it out, teasing Tom for all that he was doing to him, making him beg. But the first touch of his tongue against the shaft, made his own cock jump, and he clenched, which made the dildo shift inside him, causing him to groan. He couldn't possibly wish to tease him. He wanted this far too much and he couldn't quite think straight at the moment.

He took him in whole instead, swallowing this length, teeth rasping lightly along the shaft. He wanted to come, badly, and took it out on the cock that was displayed to him.

Guy had always been good (more than good) at this but now it seemed to have taken on an extra dimension. He all but devoured Irwin's cock and Irwin found himself staring at the way Guy's mouth slid up and down his cock. He pushed his fingers into Guy's hair, holding tightly, pushing his cock deeper past Guy's lips.

"Bet you can't wait to use all this on me," he said, breathlessly, taken both by the thought and the skill of Guy's mouth.

Mouth filled, Guy let out a throaty hum, the vibration meant to excite Tom further, as well as a solemn promise that he most certainly was going to use this all on him.

He swallowed and his teeth rasped, harder now. He wasn't going to be the only one sore in the morning.