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"Do you think we might go somewhere a bit more private?"

He really didn't need any more urging that that. They were in a hotel, after all, and it wasn't very hard to find a room with an unlocked door, an unrumpled bed. Kicking the door shut behind them, Irwin tugged Dakin back in against him, kissing him harder, hungrier, deeper than before.

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Dakin saw no problems with the turn of events at all. He kissed back eagerly, voicing his pleasure into the kiss as he continued moving against Irwin and his hand.

The last thing he really wanted was for Dakin to come in his underwear like this, but he also couldn't quite stop touching him like it, either.

Why would he want to?

Eventually, reluctantly, Dakin was the one who put a stop to it, at least long enough for him to pull back and wriggle out of his pants. "That's better," he said, looking at Irwin with a smile.

"That is better," he said, his eyes sliding down Dakin's body before he stepped in again. "Come on. Bed."

Dakin smirked, stepping closer to Irwin and grasping his half undone shirt before starting to move them both towards the bed. "Are you planning on getting undressed too?"

"I was planning to," said Irwin, pushing Dakin gently back towards the bed. He finished unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugged it off, started on trousers and pants.

Dakin sat on the bed -well, sprawled or lounged more than sat- entirely content to simply sit there and watch Irwin as he undressed. It was a good view.

The view made it intensely difficult to concentrate on the task in hand. Still, he managed to strip, managed to take off his glasses and set them down on the nightstand before he leaned down over the bed to press a kiss against Dakin's mouth.

Dakin arched up into the kiss. His hands were on Irwin's shoulders and he all but pulled him down in his enthusiasm. They were both naked, there was a bed, what were they waiting for?

He rocked his hips down against Dakin's, their cocks sliding against each other, moaning against Dakin's lips.

"Jesus," he mumbled. "Want to fuck me this time?"

"Christ, yes," Dakin answered, not even bothering to hide his excitement at that prospect. He smiled at Irwin, pulling him in for another quick kiss. "I'd fucking love to fuck you."

He grinned at him, leaning down for another, deeper kiss before he rolled off him, settling against the pillows.

"Necessary's in my pocket," he said. "Help yourself."

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.

When Dakin was back on the bed, Irwin leaned up, reaching for him with both hands to pull him into a kiss. He found himself undeniably eager for it.

And why not?

Dakin moved into the kiss, pressing down against Irwin. He quite liked this change in position with the other man looking up at him instead.

He broke the kiss, a little breathless, a little flush. He grinned up at him.

"Come on, then," he said. "Get started."

Dakin grinned in return, pulling back a little. He had to remind himself that he couldn't go about this like he would with a girl, he had to remember all of the things that Irwin had done with him before they'd finally got around to anything. He really hoped it wouldn't take as long this time.

"God, I want to just fuck you," he said, settling back enough to kneel on the bed, pushing Irwin's thighs further apart.

"So what are you waiting for?" asked Irwin, letting Dakin position him where he wanted him, spreading his legs further apart and shifting his hips against the best. He looked up at Dakin, head tilted on one side.

"Shut up," Dakin said, fumbling with the cap to the lube for a moment or two before beginning to prepare Irwin, trying to remember just how he had done everything last time. Irwin had obviously known what he was doing and this was going to be as close to that as Dakin could make it.

"I want to do this the right bloody way."

The press of Dakin's fingers inside him was enough to make his back arch, eyes drifting closed as he rocked down.

"You're doing alright so far," he said.

Dakin wanted to say something clever -just another way of showing just how in control of the situation he was, because he was in control now- but the Irwin's reaction made the response disappear. God, he looked good like that and it only drove him to try harder.

Reaching up, he pulls Dakin down for a kiss, crushing their mouths together as he rocks his hips down.

"You need to...change the angle slightly," he says. "If you're looking for the prostate."

Dakin nodded, a look of concentration on his face as he corrected himself. All the while he watched Irwin closely, gauging his reaction. He hadn't been this focused on something, this utterly determined to make it right and impressive since the last time that he had been writing an essay for Irwin. It was definitely more fun than the Reformation though. "How's this?"

It takes a shift of his hips but then Dakin's fingers graze against exactly the right spot and his head falls backwards with a low moan.

"Perfect."

He smiled at that. Perfect. He was finally doing something perfectly. How many times had he ever done anything to merit that sort of praise from Irwin? He became more confident, eager to see what else he could make Irwin do or say.