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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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The kisses felt incredible. He nodded his head, skimming his fingers against Dakin's shoulders.

"Yes, you fucking can," he said.

He leaned back again, removing his fingers to get himself ready. He was still smiling a little, but it wasn't the smug sort of expression he usually wore. There seemed to be something else behind it, though Dakin himself was entirely unaware of it.

He paused a moment before beginning to press inside, his eyes briefly closing at the sensation.

His eyelashes fluttered as Dakin started to slide into him. He squirmed, slightly, all but holding his breath.

"Fuck."

Dakin let out a groan as he moved in further, waiting for a moment, then began to move. It wasn't like being with a girl in several extremely noticeable ways, but there were some things that didn't require much thinking and this, despite all differences and strangeness, was one of them. "Christ, you're bloody perfect."

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He'd never really been called that before, because why would he have been? He could feel his cheeks start to burn in answer as he bit his lip, shifting his hips to get use to the process of Dakin's cock inside him.

"You're not so bad yourself," he said, unusual weight to flippant words.

Dakin's reply wasn't entirely articulate as he continued, moving more surely as time continued. His eyes were closed and he seemed almost entirely focused on Irwin's body, on thrusting, on how good it fucking felt. He was a bit lax in seeing to Irwin's needs maybe, but it could be forgiven perhaps, in the rush of his first time doing this.

He wasn't expecting more than he was getting honestly. Dakin had a fantastic cock and it was enough. Irwin did slip his hand between them, though, wrapping it around his own hard-on.

Dakin hardly seemed to notice and if he did he certainly didn't care. He was still entirely and utterly lost in what he was doing, his focus narrowed to where his body and Irwin's met. He was still going strong, but at the rate he was going it couldn't be long until the inevitable occurred.

With his free hand, he reached up, pulling Dakin down for a long kiss as he squirmed and rocked between Dakin's cock and his own hand..

Dakin returned the kiss eagerly, moaning wantonly against Irwin's lips. He was so fucking close and that closeness and the kiss only made him increase the pace.

God, the moaning - the noise that he was making. It all bounded on completely fucking delicious. Irwin pressed messy kisses against Dakin's mouth, the point of his chin.

"Slower," he said, rocking against Dakin. "Slow down."

Dakin nodded shakily, trying to slow down the pace and somewhat succeeding. He really did want to do this right for Irwin and to do this right he had to go slower. But, christ, it was hard.

Nodding, Irwin continued to move, continued to rock down onto Dakin's cock, one hand on his shoulder, the other cradling the side of his face.

"That's it," he said. "That's perfect. That's...Jesus...It's exactly what I want."

Those words did the trick. He was perfect. He was exactly what Irwin wanted. He was doing this right. He'd waited for so long to hear him say that, for Irwin to acknowledge him, for his approbation, that now that he had it he'd do nearly anything to keep it.

Dakin kept that slower pace, determined to keep him satisfied even if he would have rather kept going as he was before. He wanted to hear him praise him again.

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"Jesus Christ, Dakin," said Irwin, losing his words in a moan, fingers tightening on Dakin's shoulder as he moved, other hand pressing into his hair, pulling slightly. "That's it."

Dakin smiled at that, pleased with himself, but nowhere near as smug as he usually was when he did something worthy of note. He loved the way that Irwin responded, he loved knowing that he was the one causing it, he loved the praise. But it was getting fucking difficult. He didn't want to let Irwin down, but, at the same time, he really just wanted to come.

"Close," he got out, sounding strained

"It's okay," said Irwin, nodding, his lips smudging against Dakin's as he did. He swallowed again, arching, rocking down onto Dakin's cock inside him while he still can. "It's more than bloody okay."

God, he needed to hear that, though Dakin (if he'd been in any position to be doing much thinking) would've hated to think he needed permission. But he came almost as soon as Irwin said that, groaning as he went for another kiss.

He let Dakin kiss him as deep and as hard as he wanted, his own hand busy, stroking his cock, his knuckles grazing against Dakin's belly with every roll of his wrist.

"Christ," he said finally, leaning against Irwin, not willing to leave him just yet. He was entirely too comfortable and satisfied. "Christ, that was good."

It was good for Dakin, but Irwin wasn't done yet, his fist speeding up in the press between his bodies. He didn't say anything, can't.

He did moan though, his mouth pressed against Dakin's skin.

Dakin made pleased, lazy noise of his own in return. He shifted against Irwin, not really wanting to leave or lose contact, but wanting to give him more space.

With his free hand, he groped for Dakin's hand, wanting more, needing just a little bit more.

"God, please."

Dakin let his hand be gripped and guided, not about to try to be difficult now. He felt too satisfied for even some momentary cruelness.

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