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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]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

That was what this was about; getting lost. Thoughtless, barely able to focus even on what their actions make their bodies feel. But able definitely to feel it.

He pulled out and slapped his arse, once, with a flat hand. He took the dildo then and slapped it a few times against Tom's arse, moving it through the crack to slick it, as his other hand found Tom's nipple again.

[extendedmetaphor]

The slap made him shout, hips jerking. Guy had this way of touching him that wiped out all thoughts completely. He groaned, body twisting.

[patriotqueen]

He pressed his way in, slowly but steady, getting the toy to reach deep.

[extendedmetaphor]

He loved it, that feeling of being completely filled. He couldn't move much, restraints as they were, but he did let his head drop, pushing back onto the toy as much as he was able.

[patriotqueen]

He pushed, feeling Tom easing into the toy, taking it willingly. Then he pulled it out with a jerk, one swift motion, and slapped his arse again.

[extendedmetaphor]

It was almost cruel - to feel so suddenly empty after being so very, very full. He groaned, squirming at the smack.

[patriotqueen]

Guy repeated the motion, took the toy, pressed it in slowly, pushing a little further this time, using its curve to press against Tom's prostate. Then, when he got a reaction, pulled it out again in a rough jerk, and slapped him.

[extendedmetaphor]

The massager had done its job in opening him up, so the toy didn't sting so badly as it shoved in and out of him. Still, the movement did leave him breathless and the slaps made him whimper.

[patriotqueen]

((Oops! I didn't realize it was my tag....))

Guy took a moment to let Tom catch his breath, and to regard him and passed a hand over his back, a soft caress from neck to arse.

[extendedmetaphor]

That touch was delicious and he swallowed, stretching under it, eyes fluttering closed.

[patriotqueen]

The sight was beautiful and Guy had to bite his lip not to ruin the moment with something stupid (he'd said the word once before tonight, he didn't want this to become a continuous profession of love). He offered a kiss instead, before getting back to his work, slapping the reddening arse once more.

[extendedmetaphor]

The conflicting sensations were so disorientating - his hips jerked and he groaned softly, pushing back into whatever touches Guy offered.