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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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As Irwin began to thrust, he began stroking himself again, having stopped when he had first entered him. It was perhaps an awkward time to think of it, but Dakin couldn't help wondering if this was what it had been like for all of the girls he had been with, at least in part. Vaguely uncomfortable and strange with the assurance that it would get better.

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He craned his neck, watching Dakin stroke his cock, the ride of his cock inside him. It was all unbelievably arousing. He couldn't help but moan.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, ducking his head to catch Dakin's mouth in a hard, hungry kiss.