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[extendedmetaphor]

Some things never changed - he was still a teacher, still buried in history, and he still felt like he was drowning in marking. He sighs, reaching for the drink that's at his elbow as he finishes one essay and starts another. It looks like he's on the verge of a long night if he wants to get all of this done.

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[thesubjunctive]

"I'm curious," Dakin said. He had been about to try to needle Irwin a bit more on the subject, just to see his reaction, but the movement of his hand stopped that. Some things could be just as enjoyable as the pursuit of making Irwin uncomfortable, if not more so.

[extendedmetaphor]

Pressing his finger inside until it was buried to the knuckle, Irwin leaned down to press a kiss against Dakin's shoulder.

"Sometimes, I fuck in here," he said. "When no-one's around."

[thesubjunctive]

Dakin gave a small gasp, making himself relax around Irwin's finger. He pushed back a little, testing. "With Burgess?"

[extendedmetaphor]

"With Guy, yes," said Irwin, fucking Dakin smoothly, still pressed against his back. "That a problem?"

[thesubjunctive]

Dakin shook his head. His breathing was becoming slightly erratic once more. Just how much he enjoyed this was still a little alarming to him. "No. Just curious again."

[extendedmetaphor]

He starts to press another finger inside Dakin's body, angling his wrist to graze against his prostate.

"Ask me," he says. "I'll answer you."

[thesubjunctive]

"Anything?" Dakin asked, his back arching and a groan slipping past his lips.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Anything," he said, fucking Dakin smoothly now. "I promise."