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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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At that Guy moved his arse a bit, letting Tom know what he would miss if he did. It wouldn't exactly be something he would enjoy either, but he couldn't protest as such. So instead, he invited.

"There is," said Irwin conversationally as he slipped two fingers inside Guy, not moving them yet, "the question of exactly what I'm going to do with you until I'm ready to fuck you again. So many options. I think that a red arse would go...perfectly with what you look like right now."

Guy moaned as the two fingers were inserted once more. His cock once more reacted, ready to go again.

Irwin rather liked the moaning and twisted his wrist, pushing the fingers deeper, his free hand slapping Guy's arse hard.

"How does that cock ring feel? Maybe I'll let you fuck my mouth once you're really, really hard..."

Guy would point out that asking questions was pointless now, but well, he was being manhandled in a way that didn't leave much place for cocky replies. Instead the groan from the slap turned into an appreciative moan. He'd very much like that.

Irwin had always known the value of a well placed rhetorical question. He liked the moan, but he liked the groan just as much as he slapped Guy again, pushing his fingers deeper.

"Let you make me gag on your cock. Have me suck, bathe your balls with my tongue."

God, fuck, yes. But he groaned, and nearly yelped at the slaps as they landed hard on his arse.

"Of course, if you do that then you'll have to wait longer for me to fuck you."

He scraped his nails over reddened skin before slapping Guy once more. He reached around to fondle Guy's cock.

"That feels hard enough, doesn't it?"

Guy snorted despite it all, in part the amusement at this dominant side of Tom, in part relief of being touched. It came out half a groan and he nodded. He was painfully hard again.

His fingers grazed over Guy's hard cock again, squeezing.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, fondling swollen balls. "And then you can do what you like to my mouth."

Guy groaned. 'Then get it over with' it seemed to insist.

Shoving Guy's knees wider apart to thoroughly spread him, Irwin rubbed the head of his cock over him before he pressed inside, barely pausing before starting to fuck Guy as deep as he could.

Still wide from the toy, still sore too, the shove was as painful as it was enjoyable. If it was Tom's intention to make him feel abused, then he had succeeded. It was ridiculous, but he didn't complain. Ínstead he pushed back, taking him in, feeling him press against him, his cock bobbing, hard, the cock-ring securely in place.

He might have felt guilty - would have, if he'd known - but he was too entirely wrapped up in fucking Guy. One hand on the small of his back to steady him, Irwin angled his thrusts to hit Guy's prostate, wanting it to feel good no matter what the game.

And Guy would have waved his guilt away. Nothing here was involuntary. The purpose was pleasure, and fuck it, painful though this was, pleasure could not be denied.

He let himself be fucked, his own cock denied, wishing hard to come, but unable to, and excited by the anticipation of fucking Tom's mouth.

There was very little thought to it now, just the push and shove of it, the slide of his cock into Guy's body. Everything about it, the sight of Guy's bindings was enough to make his cock throb.

"Oh, Jesus."

Guy clenched as much as he could, wanting more curses and wanting to cause Tom to loose it completely.

"Jesus, fuck."

The way that Guy's body clenched was almost entirely impossible to withstand. Irwin's hands tightened hard on his hips, shoving into him with every thrust.

And Guy took it, a grin despite the gag, a glint despite the pain. Tom wouldn't be long, but for now every thrust hit his prostate and nearly blew his mind.

When he came, it took him entirely by surprise - he hadn't expected it to be either so sudden or so forceful. He thrust into Guy until he was completely spent.

Guy took the last shoves with a moan and hoped that Tom wasn't too tired. He desperately wanted relief.

The first thing that he did we reach forward and undo Guy's wrists, dropping the cuffs on the bed before he'd even pulled out of him.

"Go on, then," he said, sitting back on his heels. "However you want."

Guy flexed his hands and got to his knees. He removed the gag first and only then turned, pulling Tom out of him, though with care. He hadn't been this sore in a very long time.

He got off the bed and stood beside it, cock-ring still in place. "On your knees then."

A shiver went straight down Irwin's spine, his eyes flickering between Guy's face and his flushed cock, the cock-ring standing out stark against him skin.

He didn't say anything, though. He just slipped down onto his knees.

"Go on. Work it. You know you want to," Guy insisted, as he put his hands in Tom's hair. It was all he could do not to shove his cock in his mouth.