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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 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.

It made an extraordinary mess, over Irwin's hand, Guy's belly and the sheets but Irwin couldn't care about that. He groaned along with Guy, still working his cock until he was completely spent.

And completely spent he was. It took all his strength to kiss Tom once more. "That was... fucking good." Though he knew that it wouldn't be all.

"Good," he said, kissing back as he moved to kiss Guy again, reaching to tug the toy slowly out of him before he dropped it on the sheet. He gave his balls one last squeeze before he reached to unlock the cuffs too.

"That shop was definitely a good idea."

Guy groaned as the toy was removed, hurt, but relieved. As soon as the cuffs were off, he rolled on his back and lay sprawled on the bed. "If I can't sit down in the car tomorrow, I will blame you."

"You loved it and you know it," said Irwin, sprawling alongside him, still grinning. He arched, stretching his back, not at all self-conscious of being stark naked.

"I'll just have to take my revenge some day," Guy promised, putting an arm around Tom as he lay beside him.

"Mmmhmm," said Irwin, not overly concerned by the thought at that moment, relaxing easily into Guy's embrace.

Guy pressed a kiss onto Tom's hair. He shifted and groaned quietly. "Fucking feels as if it's still in there."

"You're the one who chose it," pointed out Irwin, fingers grazing against Guy's ribs. "You're just upset that you're the one who had to break it in."

"If I'd have known that going to a club like that was going to bring that side of you to the surface, I'd have gone about it differently," Guy assured him, but not at all regretfully.

He huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes and pressing a kiss against Guy's chest.

"Oh, yes? And how would you have preferred it went?"

Guy laughed. "You know, we'll leave that for some other day. I'll show you."

"Show me," said Irwin, still grinning even as he closed his eyes and settled closer. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that"

"Yes, you do," Guy replied knowingly.

"You're asking for it," warns Irwin, arching an eyebrow. "I'm not done with you, yet. Those cuffs can go back on."

Guy grinned. It had been promised and he couldn't mind that it was coming true. "Thought you'd forgotten. Glad you didn't."