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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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[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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

"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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

"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.

[patriotqueen]

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).

[extendedmetaphor]

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

"Jesus."

[patriotqueen]

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.