There quite a few clever answers that Dakin could have given in response to that question, but he didn't say any of them. After all, he had rather more pressing things on his mind not long after. Irwin's cock was most definitely not the same as Irwin's fingers, but he went slowly and all of the preparation that Dakin had complained about earlier was suddenly very appreciated.

He bit his lip briefly, closing his eyes and taking a slow breath before opening them. It wasn't bad, just very, very different.