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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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"It's a talent," he quipped, pressing himself up against Irwin for a proper kiss now. It was easiest to do that while he figured out what his next move would be. The battlefield was shifting rapidly and he found himself having to readjust his plans accordingly, though as time went on he couldn't help the sneaking suspicion that Irwin had the upper hand in this situation.

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It certainly was. The press of Dakin's body against his was distracting and the kiss was easy to lose himself in. He'd stopped thinking about the right and wrong of his a while ago.

Honestly, he was pretty sure that he'd take what he can get.

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Adjusting his plans accordingly, Dakin reached down between them, pressing his palm against Irwin through thin cotton, not breaking the kiss. "Is this what you want?" he asked, pulling away just enough to murmur the words against the older man's skin. "My hand on your dick? Or maybe something more?" He smiled, stroking once. Honestly, the whole thing wasn't half as strange as he had thought it would be once he stopped thinking and started doing.

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His breath shivered out against Dakin's skin and he nodded, hips lifting against Dakin's touch. He nodded, swallowing hard.

"God, I've told you what I want."

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"Well, I want to be sure I'm doing this properly, don't I?" He stroked again, slowly. "You're the teacher. You're meant to be expanding my horizons. So to speak." He shifted underneath him, teasing.

"Can you blame me for wanting to be thorough?" Another slow stroke of his hand. "For wanting to make sure it's exactly what you wanted?" Dakin continued, accenting those last few words with a series of firmer strokes and as earnest an expression as he could manage.

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Of course, it stood to reason that, even here, even now, Dakin would shine. That he would, in some way, be a natural. Irwin didn't even have it in him to be irritated, rocking into the touch which, even through cotton, was maddening.

"You want to know exactly what I want?"

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"Every last detail," he said, arching up to press a kiss against Irwin's jaw, noting how different that hint of stubble felt and liking it. "Every single filthy thought. Every inappropriate fantasy. I want to know everything."

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For a moment, he didn't have a coherent thought in his head; he was too distracted by the rise and fall of Dakin's body beneath him, the warm brush of his lips.

"There's so many" he said, past even blushing. "It'd take forever to tell you them all. There isn't time." God, he wished there was. "I did give a lot of thought to...what it might be like to be inside you, though. I returned to that one."

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"Yeah? What was it like, then?" His hand left Irwin's cock to run up his side, over his chest, pausing over his heart. "What happened first?"

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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."

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"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.

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"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..."

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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"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."

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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?"

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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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.