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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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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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?"

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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."

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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.

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It doesn't take much of that, Dakin hitting that spot with every thrust of his fingers, to have Irwin trembling helplessly.

"Oh, fuck."

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Dakin's smile grew all the more at that. He leaned down, kissing up Irwin's neck as he continued. "Can I fuck you now?"

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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.

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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.

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

"Fuck."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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..

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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."