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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]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

"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."

[patriotqueen]

"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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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?"

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

"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"

[patriotqueen]

"Yes, you do," Guy replied knowingly.

[extendedmetaphor]

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

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

"Cuffs, gag, cock-ring," says Irwin, grinning. "I haven't forgotten." He leans across, slapping Guy's thigh hard. "Over you go. Hands behind your back."

[patriotqueen]

Sore, but with renewed energy, Guy sat up and put his hands behind his back, grinning back at Tom wickedly.

[extendedmetaphor]

Moving quickly, Irwin clipped the cuffs back around Guy's wrists, securing his hands in the small of his back. He handled his cock and balls, slipping the cock ring into place and then he reaches for the gag.

"Open up."

[patriotqueen]

Guy licked his lips and swallowed once before opening his mouth.

[extendedmetaphor]

Pressing the ball between Guy's lips, Irwin fastened the thing behind his head. He took a moment to just look at Guy, trussed up and ready like that.

"Jesus," he said. "Alright. Head down, arse up."

[patriotqueen]

Guy would have smiled, but couldn't, so instead he winked. Hands still tied behind his back, he bended over, chest nearly resting on his upper legs, arse in the air.

[extendedmetaphor]

"You look awfully smug for someone who's essentially at my mercy," said Irwin, not at all surprised that that was the case. His fingers trailed down the crack of Guy's arse, still slick from where he'd been fucked before. "I could just put that back in you and leave you, you know."

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

"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."

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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..."

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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