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Or, perhaps, somewhere, they did go for that drink.

There was a lot that Irwin was still trying to adjust to. The weather, for a start. The lack of palpable history is disconcerting. He's refusing to address the dinosaurs.
And then there's Dakin. Of course, there's Dakin. Inevitably. Irwin might have been the only one who was actually surprised.

They skirted around it for a few weeks but, in the end, it just felt inevitable. That he'd find himself waiting for Dakin with a drink in front of him.
It was just a drink. And everything would be fine.

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"This, actually," he said, eyes closing at the feel of Dakin's hand. "Kissing like this. Pressed together like this. I'd have made you come already and you'd look exactly like you do right this moment."

He swallowed and ducked his head. He'd always made a concerted attempt not to think about Dakin's uniform - to never entertain the possibility of undressing.

"My...cock aching for you."

"And then what?" Dakin leaned up to kiss him again, moving slowly from his mouth, to his jaw, and down his neck, sucking an nipping now, just like he would with a girl. He wanted to leave marks, to have Irwin remember exactly what had happened each and every time he looked in a mirror.

"Well, it would depend," said Irwin, trying not to think too deeply about what he's saying - just letting the words come, tumbling over each other. His hand skimmed along Dakin's ribs, down to his bare hip, holding on.

"Sometimes I'd have you on a bed, sometimes I'd bend you over it..."

"Yeah?" Dakin squirmed under him just the slightest bit, feeling that same apprehensive thrill go through him. Sex was just sex. He'd keep saying that and it would be true. If there was uncertainty it might show a little, but he was going to ignore it thoroughly.

He wasn't blind to the squirming or the look on Dakin's face. He shifted his position on top of him, pressing own against him with more purpose.

"Depending on what mood I was in. And then I'd spread your legs. Use my fingers...my mouth, maybe. Get you ready."

"Like this?" He spread his legs just the slightest bit wider, looking up at Irwin with a smile that wasn't half as innocent as it seemed.

From a certain viewpoint the whole thing was extremely disconcerting. He had to wonder if that was what Fiona and all the other girls he'd been with had felt like, lying there in this sort of odd anticipation while the other party pressed down with such purpose.

"Exactly like that," said Irwin, having to swallow back a moan when Dakin spreads his legs like that. He scrapes his nails lightly against Dakin's skin. "To start with. Wider after that."

Dakin made no move to go any further for the time being though, arching up at the scrape of nails and giving a pleased little shiver. He couldn't let Irwin have absolutely everything just as he'd wanted it.

"It's that self-satisfied look like get on your face," said Irwin, his hand tracing back up Dakin's torso to tease his nipple, pinching lightly.

"It makes me want to thoroughly debauch you."

There were quite a lot of words that Dakin was fond of and debauched was one of them. It suggested so many things, all of them pleasant, all of them exciting. So far very little of those possibilities had been explored. He smiled challengingly up at Irwin. "We've got a bit of a ways to go, then, haven't we?"

"Ah, but the night's still young," he murmured, pinching harder, bending his head to take a kiss. He rocked his hips down against Dakin one last time before he pulled back a little.

"I want to get off so I can take my time with the rest of it," he said. "I want you to get me off."

Dakin whimpered slightly into the kiss, squirming a little at the pinch. Irwin definitely knew what he was doing. It was probably one of the side-effects of being queer, knowing exactly what would be most effective for another man. One of those things he'd never really thought about before.

"Is this a good start?" Dakin asked, catching at the other man's underpants and beginning to tug them down.

Those reactions were good, and Irwin filed them away for later. He shifted his hips, giving Dakin room to work. The elastic brushes against the underside of his cock and makes his breath catch.

"I think...ah...that you can figure that out on your own."

He certainly could, finishing tugging the underwear down as far as he could get it before wrapping his hand around Irwin. That sense of anticipation and triumph was back again. This was really happening. Irwin's cock was in his hand, soon Irwin would come and it would all be due to him, his name would be on his lips when it happened.

"Go on then," said Irwin, rocking his hips to push through the circle of Dakin's fingers, fucking himself in his grip. "I know you must have plenty of experience of this part."

Dakin most certainly did and he began doing his best to prove it. He used all the little things that he knew he liked, figuring that if they worked for it would do it for Irwin as well. And if it was a bit fast, a bit rushed in his enthusiasm to keep things moving to the point where his own needs could be seen to again, who could blame him? He was already half hard again.

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It was rushed and sloppy but that didn't stop it from feeling very good. Dakin was just showing his age, no sense of making a thing last but Irwin didn't care. He pressed his forehead against Dakin's skin, squirmed and rocked into his fist.

"That's good," he murmured, urging him on.

Of course it was good. It was him doing it, wasn't it? Dakin kept going, trying his best to make it good, to make it memorable. It was still a bit fast though.

It was far from the most skillful handjob that Irwin had ever received but there was something to be said for it being Dakin's hand.

His breath fame out in a gasp against Dakin's skin.

"Come on, then," Dakin urged, not speeding his pace up anymore, but impatience was definitely beginning to show through. "Come on, sir." He realized belatedly that he really didn't have anything good to call him at that moment. Irwin didn't really seem to cut it.

He was absolutely not about to admit it but it was the 'Sir' that did it; the way that Dakin said it and the tone of his voice. He bit the smooth skin under his shoulder as he came, shooting over Dakin's fingers, over both their bellies.

Dakin gasped as he came, more as a reaction to the bite than any real sense of shock. It was definitely different from getting a woman to come, easier for one thing, messier too. Irwin still hadn't said his name though, which was a little disappointing.

"Was that what you were hoping for?"

"Well, I mean, I came, so..." He grinned, leaning down to brush a kiss against Dakin's mouth. "Technique could use some work."

"Technique could use some work?"

Dakin frowned, pulling back from the kiss. It had been a wank, not another essay. It hadn't been given to be critiqued. It had been given so that he could hear how amazing he was, to give pleasure and get appreciation and approval in return. "Is that seriously what you say right after that sort of thing? Technique could use work?"

To his credit, Irwin managed not to smile. He shifts on the bed next to him, one hand against Dakin's belly.

"You'd rather I lied to you? Far as I remember, you took exception last time you figured out that I'd lied to you about something."