extendedmetaphor | (no subject)

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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).

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extendedmetaphor

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

"Jesus."

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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.

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extendedmetaphor

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.

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patriotqueen

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.

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extendedmetaphor

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.

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patriotqueen

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."

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extendedmetaphor

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

He watched Guy with curious eyes.

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patriotqueen

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.

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extendedmetaphor

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."

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patriotqueen

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

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extendedmetaphor

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

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patriotqueen

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.