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Guy kissed him back, rather enjoying being lead as he was. It was good to know that this hadn’t changed and - despite what Tom might think or doubt or say or not want to say - they could still enjoy their time together. He would hate not being able to do so with Tom.

“You wouldn’t happen to have something around we can play with, would you?”

Irwin tilted his head, studying Guy from a moment, eyebrow slightly raised, A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"What kind of play did you have in mind?"

"One where you get utterly and thoroughly buggered, but only after I've had my way and you've got absolutely no say in what that might be," Guy said, kissing the corner of Tom's mouth.

"Ah." He couldn't deny the heat that that immediately caused to rise in him. "And what kind of things were you hoping that I had?"

"Well, you never mentioned what the New Year brought you...," Guy teased, noticing the heat suddenly emanating from Tom. "And I do remember the good times we had in New York."

"I'm sure you do," said Irwin, primly enough, because he'd been the one who hadn't managed to sit down comfortably for days. "I might have something useful."

"Ah!" Guy said, pretending to be shocked. "And you would keep that from me? Why haven't you said something before?"

"I was saving it for a special occasion," he says, breaking away from Guy and squatting down, drawing a box from under the bed and then holding it out to Guy. "I'd better not live to regret this."

Guy opened it and even though he assumed Tom had opened it before as well, he made sure the other couldn't get a peek. "Oh, this will do nicely. Love the carnival theme," he said, taking out a grey carnival mask. "Very appropriate for today; you were right to save it."

"I haven't even looked at what's in there, properly," he said, blithely. "I figured you'd want to test drive."

"The colours are a bit dull, but... well, I couldn't care less." He took the mask and plucked the large grey feather from it. Discarding the mask, he trailed the feather along Tom's face. "Take your shirt off."

"Trust you to have an aesthetic comment," he said. He eyed the feather suspiciously and gave a long suffering sigh, but he also started to unbutton his shirt.

"What else is in there again?"

Knowing Tom liked to hear it - the thrill of anticipation - he started, though he kept the contents of the box out of sight. "A set of wrist and ankle restraints, a very interestingly shaped dildo, an- hm, I'm not sure, but I can imagine what it's for and I'm definitely trying it out. And, oh, a paddle," he looked up. "We don't have to, obviously," he said, allowing an escape.

He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and let it drop, ignoring how hard his cock was.

"You know I want to," he said, softly, voice rough. "And I'm not sure if I'm sorry or not that there's no clamps in there."

Gut grinned. "Do you think I need clamps for that?" Without warning he reached out and pinched the now exposed nipple. Twisting it, quite roughly, he continued.."I'll just have to improvise."

That was enough to make him groan, leaning into the touch. He was aware that privacy in the compound was sort of...loose. But, right then, he didn't care.

"I bet you will," he said.

"I come from a time before all these fancy toys," Guy warned, passing the feather over the reddening nipple. "One becomes quite creative." He loosened his tie, then took it off. "This, for example, will make sure your neighbours - or anyone passing through the hall - won't hear you. As much."

The brush of the feather made him shiver, pulse jumping in his throat. His eyes stayed fixed on the tie.

"Alright."

"Hold this," Guy said, offering the feather. He then proceeded to wrap the tie over Tom's mouth.

Obediently, he takes hold of the feather, parting his lips to let the tie slip between them.

Making sure the tie was as comfortable as it would get, Guy tied it behind Tom's head, a double knot so that it would hold. He kissed the lips, nipping them lightly, before taking back the feather. He took a moment to appreciate the look on Tom's face. "I love this look on you. The anticipation, the heat radiating..." He trailed the feather down until he reached the waistband of his trousers.

The brush of the feather was maddening against his skin, down over his belly. He moaned into the press of the tie between his lips.

Guy wasted no more time and proceeded to undo the trousers, dropping them to the floor when he finished. "Kick off your shoes. I'd hate to have you half undressed." He wouldn't, but that was beside the point.

He had no problem what so ever with following orders. He kicked off trousers and shoes, letting Guy strip him naked as quickly as he wanted.

Dutiful was a look that suited Tom very well. He passed the feather along the starting erection, while his other hand cupped his arse. "Turn around," said the still fully dressed Brit.