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[extendedmetaphor]

Pressing his fingers into Guy's hair, he held on to the kiss, pressing their bodies together in the privacy of the small room behind the curtain.

"Not a word, I swear."

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[extendedmetaphor]

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

[patriotqueen]

"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."

[extendedmetaphor]

"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?"

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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."

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

"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."

[extendedmetaphor]

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

"Alright."

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

The touch against his cock was enough to make his breath catch. He glanced at Guy for a moment before he turned. He felt vulnerable, but it wasn't as though he didn't trust the other man completely.

[patriotqueen]

"Hands flat against the wall. No cheating," Guy warned, but grinning as he did. He spread Tom's legs quite roughly, an act countered by the feather, caressing his back with care.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Dare I ask?" he said, but he did press his hands against the wall, bending his head forward slightly, the feather making him shiver with every touch.

[patriotqueen]

"Ask away," Guy replied, planting kisses where the feather just passed.

[extendedmetaphor]

"What have you got planned?" he asked, breathing light, biting his lip at the touch of Guy's lips against his skin.

[patriotqueen]

"I thought I'd start with a massage. I doubt I'll be able to resist taking you up against the wall. Then we might move to the bed, I'll tie you up, make good use of that dildo. Suck you off, if you're good. And definitely will bugger you again," he explained, between kisses and feather touches.

[extendedmetaphor]

The groan came out just as muffled as his words had, his hips rocking a little, pressing into nothing.

"Please."

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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