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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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"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."

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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

"God, please."

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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.