Dakin didn't exactly want to have to go all the way from the bed to where Irwin had abandoned his trousers on the floor, but it had to be done. At least he was quick about it, grabbing what he needed and returning to the bed. Irwin was there, looking perfect and ready, and for a moment Dakin felt a rush of excitement and apprehension that he hadn't felt since... since the last time they'd done something like this really. He couldn't fuck this up. He wouldn't.