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And Dakin eagerly kissed back, his hands on the back of the other man's head and kneck, holding him to it. A muffled sound of triumph escaped into the kiss. Took bloody long enough. At least from here on out it didn't seem as if Irwin needed any coaxing.

He didn't need urging, wouldn't need it. He pushed the kiss deeper, harder, all but let the want run away with him. His hands slid up Dakin's thighs, thumbs against his in-seams. He had to all but make fists to stop them going higher.

Irwin may not have needed urging, but Dakin urged nonetheless, kissing back with equal intensity, his hands roaming now down Irwin's back and shoulders. Part of him almost couldn't believe it was finally happening, but that was very small compared to the part that had acknowledged that it was and was now determined to make the most of it.

There was so much that was wrong with it, so much that ought to give him pause, but none of it made a blind bit of difference. It felt like it had been forever since the last time that he was even close to this. Dakin's hands wandered and Irwin drew in a shuddering breath against Dakin's mouth.

His hands were still fists.

"Say you want it."

"Yes."

Dakin's breathing was a bit ragged, his cheeks a bit flushed, but that determined glint in his eyes had not wavered one bit. "Fuck," he groaned, inching himself closer to Irwin. "I want it."

That was hot enough, that it dragged a strangled sound out of him, pressed tight against Dakin's mouth. He loved the look in Dakin's eye, the tilt to his chin. Still on his knees, he pushed one of Dakin's knees wider still, the other hand sliding up to palm the line of his dick through his jeans.

His mouth found Dakin's neck, his pulse, sucking lightly.

"God, say that again."

"I want it," he said again, his voice steadier this time. Deliberate. His head tilted back allowing Irwin the whole of his neck if he wanted it, one hand tugging at his hair while the other remained on his back, pulling him closer. "I fucking want it."

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"You want what?" prompted Irwin, because< Jesus, it was good listening to Dakin talk like that. He squeezed him through his jeans, palming the increasingly hard line of him.

He nipped at smooth tan skin under his lips.

"I want your mouth." Dakin shifted, trying to press himself even closer to Irwin's hands. "I want your hands too, but mostly your mouth." He groaned when Irwin nipped a particularly sensitive spot, completely uninhibited. "I want your mouth on my cock. Now."

"Oh, God."

He'd said as much in that classroom, but Irwin hadn't let himself dwell on that too hard for the last couple of weeks. Now, though, with Dakin's cock hard under his hand, Dakin's skin hot under his mouth...why resist it?

He leaned his forehead against Dakin's shoulder, both hands fumbling with belt and buttons.

Dakin leaned back a bit, one hand behind him on the bed for balance while the other remained at the back of his neck, the thumb stroking lazy circles against his skin. He'd help with the trousers only if he proved completely inept and judging from the little he'd seen, he was sure he knew exactly what to do.

It dawned on him, as he pulled Dakin's jeans open and yanked them down, not all the way down but far enough down. As he palmed his cock through white cotton before tugging that out of the way, too, it occurred to him that none of this was surprising to Dakin at all.

Which didn't really matter. There'd be time to surprise him later.

"Now?" he asked, curling his fingers around Dakin's naked cock and stroking him slowly.

Dakin nodded, taking a moment to savor the fact that yes, this was actually happening. It was Irwin's hand on him, soon to be Irwin's mouth. Whatever might happen later on, that victory was worth remembering. "Now."

"What if I'd rather make you wait?" Asked Irwin, struggling to sound conversational as he stoked Dakin's cock with practised ease. "What if I want to see what you're like when you're squirming and desperate and a little...less...sure?"

Because he would like to see that - how beautiful Dakin might be if he was only a little less certain.

"I'd like to see you try," Dakin said, still confident even then. What Irwin was suggesting may not have been exactly what he wanted at the moment, but as long as he got off in the end what did it matter? In any case, he highly doubted he would get to the state that Irwin described.

"But I'd much rather see you doing something else right now."

He was confident that he could. Dakin's swagger was persuasive, but Irwin knew that the majority of his experience, all of it really, had to lie with girls and that shifted the power, somewhat.

"Have you imagined it?" he asked, rolling his wrist, touching Dakin slowly and thoroughly, determined to make him sound even the slightest bit breathless. "Me sucking you off? My mouth on your cock?"

Dakin made a low noise of pleasure in the back of his throat as Irwin continued. It was nice, but far slower than most anything he was used to. Normally he was quite a fan of getting to the main event as quickly as possible.

"So many times, though usually there's less talking beforehand."

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Irwin remembered being Dakin's age, how everything had to be achieved at break-neck speed. Though, doubtlessly ,he was never as good at it as Dakin.

"Talking's the best part," he said and then he did bend his head and press his tongue flat against Dakin's cock, licking from balls to tip before he started stroking again. "I like listening to you talk about this."

Just the sight of Irwin like that, head bent and licking was enough to send a shudder straight through him. It wasn't anything like any of the times he had done this with women, a fact that he was willing to blame on anticipation. He'd been fantasizing about it for so long now that it was only natural the payoff would be more exciting.

"So what do you want to hear, then? All the dirty little thoughts I had in the middle of lessons?"

Irwin lifted his head, his fingers sliding over spit slick skin.

"It'd be a start," he said.

"I thought about you doing it in right there in the classroom." Dakin resisted the urge to rock his hips forward into Irwin's fingers, but only just, desire for more showing clear. "No one else in, just you at your desk until I walk in. No talking. You just drop down and suck me off in the middle of the floor."

"That's good," said Irwin, nodding, lowering his head again to brush his lips against Dakin's cock, light kisses against hot skin. Calculated teasing. "Not necessarily original, but good."

"Original?" Dakin frowned, taking a moment to try to compose himself before answering. It was getting difficult to concentrate on something like talking with Irwin doing that. He was so close. So close, but still holding himself back. "It's a wank, not poetry. How original do you... do you need?"

He hadn't even got his mouth down over Dakin yet and he could already tell that he was doing something right.

"Nothing," he said, licking at Dakin's cock again and, God, fighting to keep from letting Dakin know how good it was. "I suppose I just forgot how young you are."

"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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