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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.

He already knew that he wasn't going to last long, through this. But he was certain that that wasn't the object. He whimpered, his hips jerking.

Just as Tom started to surrender into the touch, Guy let go. Giving him one last squeeze, he stood up. "Let's move to the bed," he decided.

He groaned, damp cock bobbing in the air as Guy pulled away from him. Still, he followed to the bed without another complaint.

"On your hands and knees, please," Guy said, asking, but not waiting for a reply. He grabbed the restraints from the box.

With a glance at Guy, he arranged himself as directed, on all fours, with his head down. Suddenly, he was very aware of the gag between his lips.

Guy trailed the restraints over Tom's back, from his arse to his neck, cold leather onto hot skin.

He tied his wrists first, securing them under the mattress with their Velcro end. Tom's weight would ensure they didn't loosen. Then, cold leather onto skin downward, he did the same for his ankles.

Finding himself well secured, he tested the bindings out of habit, more than anything, tugging lightly before he glanced back at Guy. He couldn't help but grin against the gag.

Guy grinned to, but reached under Tom and pinched his nipple, rolled it between his fingers. "I said we'd need to improvise, hope I'm not disappointing you." Meanwhile, he unbuttoned his own shirt.

No words, but he did shake his head, groaning and arching into the pinching touch. No. He wasn't disappointed at all.

"Good," Guy replied and gave the nipple another harsh twist. He discarded his shirt and took his time grabbing the dildo from the box, making sure Tom saw what was coming to him. It wasn't the monstrosity they had had in New York, but it was long and shaped to hit that sensitive spot. He grabbed the lube as well and walked back to Tom.

Every tug of his nipple went right to his cock, made his hips jerk. He eyed the dildo, one eyebrow raised. He swallowed hard. But he didn't pull away.

Guy took the paddle too, and left it next to Tom on the mattress, so he could see it.

He smeared some extra lube into the crack of his arse, using his fingers to slick him once more.

Sometimes, he found that it was easier to get lost in the moment, to focus on the individual sensations as they hit him. He got lost in the feeling of Guy's fingers slipping into his arse, pressing deep.