Tom Irwin

"Christ, you're good at this." The fingers of one hand tightened their grip on the short hairs at the back of Irwin's head while Dakin's other hand clenched fiercely at the blanket. "I bet you've wanted to do this for ages, haven't you?" he said, hips shifting forwards. He watched it all with an intent expression, the movement of Irwin's head, the way his lips stretched over his cock... It was better than anything he had imagined. "You were thinking about it in class even. I was."