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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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[extendedmetaphor]

Though he'd more or less mastered his gag reflex, it still took him every so often. His eyes watered, but he still moaned, still swallowed Guy's cock as deeply as he could.

[patriotqueen]

Those moans, those lips, those swallowing muscles, it was really all too much. He came quite suddenly, with a loud moan, thanks to or in spite of the cock-ring and thrust until he was utterly spent.

[extendedmetaphor]

It was really a choice between swallowing everything or choking on it, so Irwin swallowed as smoothly as he could without once trying to pull away.

[patriotqueen]

When he was spent, when he was utterly, utterly drained, he fell to his knees. He leaned back to rest his arse on his feet, but regretted it and sat back up, meeting Tom's face. "You've got a great mouth."

[extendedmetaphor]

"Lots of practise," said Irwin, grinning despite the fact that his eyes were still watering.

[patriotqueen]

Guy hummed agreeably and with a grin of his own. "Come back to bed? I don't think we should leave the room for at least 12 hours."