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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]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

"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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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."

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

"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.

[extendedmetaphor]

He did. He did want to. He leaned forward, curling the fingers of one hand around Guy's hard cock to guide it into his mouth, sliding his mouth down over it with no hesitation.

[patriotqueen]

Some other time Guy might have let Tom tease, might have let him do as he wished. Right now, he only wanted to take and so without warning, he set a pace, fucking Tom's mouth and hand.

The cock-ring felt heavy, and would prevent him from coming instantly, which was good. He wanted to take a lot more.

[extendedmetaphor]

With Guy fucking him like that, it seemed better to just kneel there and take it, hold his head steady and suck what he was given to suck, fingers brushing against the cock-ring with every thrust.

[patriotqueen]

Guy continued, thrusting in and out of that fine warm mouth. "God, your mouth..." he muttered and bent over to take Tom's hand from his cock. "Just your mouth." He said, and thrust in deeper, leaving the hand to Tom, for whatever he wanted to do with it.

[extendedmetaphor]

It wasn't quite deep enough to make him gag, yet, but it was a close run thing. His hand went to Guy's balls, squeezing, fondling.

[patriotqueen]

Guy grabbed his hair hard, and fucked the mouth with force, almost desperately, after what he had been put through. He pushed in deeper, giving Tom to swallow him up to the hilt.

[extendedmetaphor]

It's enough to make him choke, the blunt head of Guy's cock nudging against the back of his throat. He groaned, fought to keep his gag reflex under control.

[patriotqueen]

Guy had no mind to slow down, or to take things any slower, or to try and be more careful. There was only one thing on his mind; that mouth, that warmth and how it was made to swallow him whole.