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Guy smiled against Tom's back. "Good."

He left Tom momentarily to get the first two items from the box, lube and the massager. He rolled up his sleeves. He would undress later, but for now, this would do. He trailed a hand down Tom's back to his arse and gave it a slap.

The slap made him groan, hips rocking forward. Guy knew exactly how to push his buttons by now.

He opened the tube, and pressed some lube between his cheeks. He began a massage, calm at first, finger spreading the lube in the crack.

Irwin groaned again, louder, pressing the sound into the gag as he rocked his hips slowly and rhythmically against the push of Guy's finger.

"Steady," Guy calmed, but all too amused. "A little patience, if it's not too much to ask."

Of course, he didn't really mind the noises Tom made; they went straight to his groin.

The amount of lube was quite excessive, spreading over Tom's cheeks as he massaged them and into the crack when he reached it.

He took the massager then, a plug of a sort, with a thick end and a handle on the other hand and pressed it against him.

Through sheer force of will, he managed to force himself still, both palms still pressed against the wall, head still leaning forward. He felt the shape of the toy pressing against him and glanced back over his shoulder.

He allowed it, so Tom could see what was coming. He pressed it against the slickness, pushed his legs a little further apart and pressed in.

It hurt, the press of it, unprepared as he was, but he bent his head forward, willed himself relaxed, took it. There was no ignoring how hard his cock was as a result.

Guy resisted thrusting it in, though he was tempted to when Tom resigned to his fate. Instead he moved it in circles, just the tip of it pushed inside, to prepare him slightly more than he was now. "Do you want this?" He asked.

"You know I do," he said, breathing shallowly as he tried not to rock his hips back. "Don't tell me you want me to beg for it."

The words came out muffled by the gag in his mouth. He gave up and merely nodded.

Demanding that he beg for it seemed a bit harsh and it wasn't the sort of thing he liked (though a strained 'please' did have appeal, of course).

He pushed it in a further, pressing until the thickest part was inside, then began a slow massage (as promised).

He moaned into the gag, mindful of their relative lack of privacy but really not caring very much.

"Jesus."

Well, no one was going to just walk in and they were being relatively quiet... for now. Besides, with a party going on people had better things to mind.

He made small movements, he guided it in and pulled it back again, turned it, making careful circular movements. This was the nice part of the night. The calm and gentle part (well, relatively). It wouldn't last.

He tried to relax into it, rocking his hips back slowly. His breath shuddered out and he nodded. God, he loved feeling full like this.

It was a sight to behold. The curve of his back as he arched, the shiver almost visible over the small of his back, perfectly dipping into a groove just above his arse, and trying to relax into the motion. It was a sight and he couldn't resist kissing it, trailing down.

It was almost too much - he almost took hi shands away from the wall, but he managed, at the last minute, to do as he was bid. He groaned softly.

He licked his way up again, pulled the toy carefully and pressed only the tip back in and out again. "I've changed my mind... turn around."

Somewhat hesitantly, skin already sheened with sweat, Irwin turned around, palms pressed flat back against the wall.

He watched Guy with curious eyes.

He looked back at Tom with a mischievous smile and discarded the toy. "Well, I promised a massage. Consider this included in the treatment. You'll need something nice to remember in a bit," he promised and dropped to his knees. Fully clothed still, and with an erection hungry to come out and play, Guy took Tom in his mouth.

He let out a long, muffled moan as Guy's mouth slid down over his cock. His head fell back against the wall with a soft thud.

"Oh, Christ."

He took him carefully, tongue playing with the head, and took him whole, swallowing as he did.

God, Guy was so good at this. Irwin did his best not to rock too deeply into it. He groaned.

To remind Tom he was still in control, Guy grabbed his hips and pinned him against the wall. It was the only thing that would remind him of the game they were still playing, because his mouth moved gently, but thoroughly over the shaft.

He didn't struggle about being pinned like that, happily completely under Guy's control. He moaned, his whole body trembling as Guy sucked his cock.

Guy looked up at the blissful look on Tom's face and couldn't help a smile. He took him in deeper, swallowing again, and sped up a little.