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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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[thesubjunctive]

The extra set of hands complicated things a bit, but didn't really slow Dakin down. As Irwin pulled at his tie he was already removing his own jacket, not caring when it crumpled on the floor. All the while he kept kissing, trying to move them both closer to the bed.

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No matter how it went last time, this time, Irwin's content to let Dakin set the pace and take the lead. His fingers started on Dakin's buttoons as they both moved closer to the bed.

[thesubjunctive]

Dakin may not have been exactly aware that the older man was letting him set the pace like that, but he took advantage of it nonetheless. He was still moving as if he was in a hurry to get to something, but what precisely that something was was still undecided. Instead he just kept kissing, breaking away with a breathless smile after a moment to shrug out of his shirt before going to work on Irwin's.

[extendedmetaphor]

Suddenly shirtless, Dakin was, of course, a distraction. Irwin's hands wandered, down the smooth line of Dakin's back, to his hips, pulling at his belt.

[thesubjunctive]

He may have usually been in a rush, but Dakin was quite all right with having a pause for this. He always enjoyed it when someone took the time to really appreciate his body and he knew that Irwin certainly did. He smiled at the touch, pressing himself closer.

[extendedmetaphor]

Always there, at the back of his head, one thought - you're fucking beautiful. He tugged Dakin's belt open with a snap of leather, thumbed open the button on his trousers.

[thesubjunctive]

Dakin's smile grew a little wider as he sensed what Irwin was thinking. He tended to get a very particular look on his face and Dakin loved it. He was being looked at and adored and the world was as it should be. Scripps was right. As long as things went his way he could be extraordinarily lazy.

[extendedmetaphor]

Pulling Dakin's fly down, he eased his hand inside, squeezing the hard line of his cock through his underwear.

"Come on, then," he urged.

[thesubjunctive]

He began working on Irwin's shirt at that, pressing closer for another kiss as he did so. Irwin's hand wasn't doing much considering, but just the touch was still enough to make him groan hungrily into the other man's mouth.

[extendedmetaphor]

The was a good sound, one that he definitely wanted to hear more of. He changes his grip, stroking Dakin's cock through thin cotton.

[thesubjunctive]

Irwin was quite good at this, good enough that Dakin left off unbuttoning his shirt halfway through to focus on the slightly less complicated task of slipping his hands inside to feel up Irwin's back and sides as he continued kissing.

[extendedmetaphor]

Dakin's hands felt incredibly good sliding over his skin and that, combined with the definite weight of Dakin's cock in his hand was enough to make Irwin despereate to press closer.

[thesubjunctive]

Dakin pressed himself all the closer to Irwin. He moved wantonly against his hand, seeking more than what he was currently getting from the situation and showing his desire unashamedly.

[extendedmetaphor]

He should really have changed what he was doing, but he liked the look on Dakin's face, liked the sounds that he was making and the way he rocked forward into his hand. With his free hand, he pulled him in for another kiss.

[thesubjunctive]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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?

[thesubjunctive]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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

[thesubjunctive]

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?"

[extendedmetaphor]

"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.

[thesubjunctive]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[thesubjunctive]

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?

[extendedmetaphor]

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?"

[thesubjunctive]

"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."