Dakin drew his hand away reluctantly, rubbing himself against the bed in its absence. He wanted to get off, wanted it so badly, but not if Irwin would think it was too soon. This time he would show him that his technique did not need work. That he could do this perfectly.
"How... God." He moaned, clenching his fists to stop them from touching himself again. "What are you bloody doing?"
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Date: 2012-10-14 02:25 pm (UTC)"How... God." He moaned, clenching his fists to stop them from touching himself again. "What are you bloody doing?"