"What's that got to do with it?" Irwin had to know how he looked, how those little teasings of the main event were getting to him. Dakin bet he was enjoying it too.
"Fuck." He had a hand on the back of Irwin's neck again, wishing he could just press him into action, but making no move to do so. "Would you just get on with it already?"
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Date: 2012-10-12 02:24 pm (UTC)"Fuck." He had a hand on the back of Irwin's neck again, wishing he could just press him into action, but making no move to do so. "Would you just get on with it already?"