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Dakin's mouth was deeply amusing to him - the things that came out of it. A mark of youth, the rambling, the filth, and inexplicably, somehow wonderful.

Irwin's hand stroked along Dakin's thigh, his mouth having found a rhythm now, strong and fast. He had no real intention of lingering.

"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."

What he couldn't tell Dakin thanks to his mouth being occupied was that he was good at this because of practise, pure and simple - it wasn't some God given gift.

He did moan, though. Because Dakin wasn't wrong.

That seemed to have struck the right nerve and Dakin continued, even as it was rapidly becoming more and more difficult to speak with any level of composure. "I knew it. Sitting there, wishing you'd shut up and do something else with your mouth and you were thinking the same thing," he said inbetween gasps and groans because the other man really was very good.

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Not exactly the same thing. Not always. There had been a hundred lurid fantasies, and he'd always felt guilty when Posner had accidentally caught his eye.

He did moan again, though, the sound muffled by the press of Dakin's cock against his tongue.

"Fuck," he groaned, pressing his eyes tightly closed for a moment. It wasn't going to be much longer, not at this rate. Irwin must have known it by then. "So fucking close."

Irwin knew it, wanted it, craved it by this point. He'd given up wondering if it made him wicked. Fuck wicked. Dakin was beautiful and, for now, that was all he cared about.

His fingers dug into Dakin's thigh - as much urging as he could manage, right then.

The fact that Irwin didn't stop or pull back, but instead kept going, urging him on, was almost enough to send him over the edge right then and there. Instead he held out just a few moments longer before coming with a muffled string of swearing.

He knew that there were schools of thoughts on this - whether to see it through or tactically retreat, as it were - but he had never had any problem with standing his ground. Dakin came in his mouth and he swallowed, smooth and practiced, every drop, and he kept sucking until Dakin started to soften in his mouth.

It was a while before Dakin spoke again, laughing shakily and combing a hand back through his hair. "I always knew this was a good idea."

So that was it. He'd finally made it to Berlin.

Still on his knees, Irwin sat back, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. His own cock was aching but he could ignore it, for a moment.

"That it, then?" he asked. "Do you think less of me, I wonder?"

"No," Dakin said, shaking his head with a smile. He still looked smug once more, completely satisfied as he sat there, half naked and comfortable on another man's bed. "I'm impressed."

God, that look. That face. Irwin had the sudden, powerful urge to keep going until Dakin's got another look entirely on his face. He leaned up, one hand curling around the back of Dakin's neck, pulling him down for a long, thorough kiss.

"I'm free all evening, if you're not doing anything," he murmured, words brushing against Dakin's mouth.

"I don't know. I've got such a busy schedule these days..." Dakin pulled back slightly, appearing to think it over, but still smiling, teasing. "But I think I may be able to squeeze some more time in."

"God. That look on your face," he said, leaning up, chasing after another kiss. It was intensely distracting that Dakin wasn't quite naked, just nearly so. "You make me want to do filthy things."

"What sort of things?" Dakin asked, his face still close to Irwin's even though the kiss had ended. Still smug. Still satisfied. He rather liked being above the older man like that.

"Have you suck me off, for a start," he said, a hand on either side of Dakin's thighs to catch his weight. He felt almost drunk and he could still taste Dakin and that? Was enough to make him bold. "Or strip you and slick you, use my fingers and my mouth. Even fuck you, maybe. Any way you'll let me."

That coming from Irwin's mouth, was one of the sexiest things Dakin had heard in a long time, even as it sent a jolt of nerves through him. He'd never done anything like that with a man, had always been the one making the decisions in bed. What Irwin was saying was new and unexpected, but there was a sizable thrill to that, to seeing how far he could go.

"You would?" He leaned back a bit further on the bed, catching his weight on his elbows. "Where would you start, then?"

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"Well," said Irwin, backing off a little to pull off Dakin's sneakers, peel his jeans down his legs and strip them off altogether. He was intensely, completely aware that Dakin was almost completely naked, while he hadn't managed to take anything off at all. "Best to start slow, I think."

He leans in and presses a kiss to Dakin's chest, just to one side of his nipple.

Dakin stayed there, making a pleased little noise in the back of his throat as Irwin kissed him, still smiling as though yes, this was his due. It was only right that he should be adored, wanted.

He let his mouth wander, tongue trailing across Dakin's nipple itself before he worried it with the edge of his teeth, nipping lightly. He lifted his head and then sat back on his heels, looking at the way Dakin's sprawled there, all of that tanned skin. He started to unbutton his own shirt.

"You've never done this before," he said. Not a question. "But have you thought about it, ever? Did you think about this with me?"

Dakin gave a small shrug, watching Irwin's progress with interest. Each undone button was like an additional tiny victory. "Never in detail. Sucking off is the same no matter who's doing the sucking. After that there are... differences."

"Oh, not all the same, I hope," he said, easing his shirt back off his shoulders, shrugging out of it altogether.

"I've thought about it," he said, standing up so that he could start on his belt. "About...fucking you. I probably should feel terrible about that, but I don't. I just don't."

"Good."

Dakin was just happy that Irwin had apparently completely gotten past his earlier reluctance. It was wonderful to see him finally let himself go. Though he'd have to admit that it was also nice to finally see him shirtless. "I've never felt terrible about it."

"I doubt you feel terrible about much," said Irwin, pushing down trousers but opting to stay in underwear, for now at least. His knee hit the bed and he leaned down over Dakin, not kissing him, but his mouth close.

"I want to hear what you want again," he said.