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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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[patriotqueen]

A moan escaped his throat and he did as told, but not before pouting at Tom. "You're not going to strip? I'd like to be able to see your body react to your own doings."

[extendedmetaphor]

"Not yet," he said, voice firm again as he dropped the bag on the bed. The first thing that he fished out were the ridiculous fluffy handcuffs that Guy hadn't been able to resist. He looped the chair through the bed frame and then snapped them shut on Guy's wrists.

He slapped Guy's arse a couple of times, not particularly hard, not yet. "I think we'll leave the cock ring until after you've come the first time," he said, almost conversationally. He had no intention of this being done quickly.

[patriotqueen]

"A very sensible decision," Guy couldn't help bur remarking. "If I'd had known we were going to use these on me I would have picked a different colour..." he added, amused at the cuffs even now they were on his wrists.

[extendedmetaphor]

"You don't like the effect?" he asked, hand lingering against the curve of Guy's arse for a moment before smacking him again, harder this time.

"Hm. What else did we buy?"

[patriotqueen]

Guy moaned in response, anticipation mixed with the pain of the sudden smack.

"Like you don't remember," he grinned.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Oh, I remember exactly," he said, manhandling Guy's knees wider apart on the bed, spreading his thighs, exposing him further.

"Maybe I want to hear you say it." Another slap, right across the cleft of Guy's arse. "Remember when you fucked me into your desk? I want you to feel that...fucking...used." He punctuated each word with a slap. "Just imagine what I can do with all this before we even get to my cock inside you."

[patriotqueen]

Guy bit his lip, his erection growing further. "You want me to talk then?" Guy asked, knowing exactly what the contents of the bag were.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Yes," said Irwin, tracing his thumb down between Guy's spread cheeks, teasing for a moment. "I want to hear you talk. For the moment."

[patriotqueen]

"In that case, I take it the gag is something you want to keep for later," Guy said huskily, voice a little strained as the thumb teased him. "There's a dildo in there that puts many a man to shame. A-” A moan escaped him, caused by that thumb. “cock ring I’m going to fucking need if you keep that up. And a little fair warning that I reserve the right to reciprocate. Should I feel your payback was inappropriately harsh, I will meet it with equal force.” He turned and grinned wickedly. “Promise.”

[extendedmetaphor]

Just hearing Guy talk like that is enough to make Irwin's cock ache, but he's not about to give in that easily. He's barely touching Guy at all, but he likes what it's doing to Guy's voice all the same.

And that grin.

He lands a hard slap against Guy's arse, followed immediately be another before his thumb is back between Guy's cheeks, still teasing.

"Be nice." He fishes in the bag, pulls out a pair of nipple clamps joined by a chain. "Or all I have to try these out too."

[patriotqueen]

But Guy had to laugh at that. It was not in his capabilities not to laugh at that. "Well, don't make me laugh while you have your thumb there, it's..." A snort. "Very unbecoming." A moan. "Better."

[extendedmetaphor]

"I did warn you," he said. He settled where Guy could see him and sucked two fingers into his mouth, getting them good and wet before he reached to tweak both of Guy's nipples, pinching hard.

"Ready?"

[patriotqueen]

Guy yelped, which was also unbecoming, but less amusingly so, and more arousingly so. "For fuck's sake!"

[extendedmetaphor]

He grinned, dropping the chain on the bed but keeping up to the pinching for a moment, scraping is nail across Guy's nipple.

"I could keep you like that all night," he says, rolling it between his fingers. "I wonder how hard your cock can actually get."

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

"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?"

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

"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."

[patriotqueen]

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."

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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.