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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 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.

"Ah!"

The hum and the touch of teeth both made him cry out, head rolling back and fingers tightening in Guy's hair as his hips rode forward.

"Jesus."

Guy regretted nothing. This was all Tom's fault, after all. He didn't mind it, but it wasn't his idea to tie him up. He did not slow down, and did not calm down. Every move going straight to his own cock. Hands itching to do anything, but unable to.

He had no shame at all about how quickly he was brought to the very edge. He was sure that Guy would view it as some kind of badge of honour. His hips jerked and, without warning, he came, ride of hips shoving his cock deep into Guy's mouth.

He might, but some other time. Right now he was busy swallowing what he could to prevent himself from chocking or gagging.

He sucked again, licking clean the shaft slowly as he let go and looked up, satisfied, but strained. He ached.

It had been a game that they were playing, definitely, but that look on Guy's face, the arch of his body, was enough to provoke a sense of urgency in Irwin. He shifted, reaching underneath Guy to curl his fingers around his cock, stroking, the other hand taking hold of the base of the toy and using it to fuck him shallowly.

Guy let out a groan of relief, and though he didn't come instantly, he knew that it couldn't possibly be long. "Fuck, yes." He moved along to the pace Tom was setting, letting himself be fucked by hand and plastic and stole a hungry kiss.

Though he was careful not to hurt Guy, he did fuck him hard enough that it was bound to sting in the morning. He found himself wanting Guy to remember who'd done it to him.

He groaned into the kiss, pushing it deeper with his tongue.

Guy would not forget. He sucked at his lip, bit his tongue, and arched. He pushed down into the hand, with no intention to hold back. He wanted to come desperately.

He swiped his thumb over the head of Guy's cock, rolling his wrist to stroke him smoothly. He pressed at the base of the plastic cock, angling it inside Guy to graze his prostate with every thrust.

It was too much and he had been painfully hard for far too long already. There wasn't much Guy could do, but come, and so he came, hard, groaning into Tom's mouth.