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[extendedmetaphor]

He'd put a lot of thought into this, not necessarily the logistics but the fact that it was happening at all. They had sex a lot, but it felt different because it was happening on Guy's birthday. They walked home hand in hand and, almost at the threshold, he paused, pressing Guy firmly back against a tree and bent his head to kiss him.

"Happy birthday," he murmured.

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[patriotqueen]

Guy smiled as he was pressed against the tree, and took the kiss gladly. "Does this mean I finally get my birthday present now?"

[extendedmetaphor]

"Not yet," murmured Irwin, kissing him again, hand resting against his waist. "Unless you want to count this as part of it?"

[patriotqueen]

"No," said Guy, who could be a twelve year old when it came to presents. "This is just what I get for being such a handsome and youthful-looking thirty-three year old."

[extendedmetaphor]

Irwin rolled his eyes, shifting to slip his hand between them, fingers grazing over Guy's cock.

"Jesus. Thirty-three. You think you'd have learned how to behave."

[patriotqueen]

"You might think that, yes, but you should know better," Guy replied, humming lightly when at Tom's hand.

[extendedmetaphor]

"You'd think I'd have learned by now," he said, pressing down more firmly with his palm. "And yet here we are."

[patriotqueen]

Guy looked up to Tom and passed a hand through his hair, grabbing him by the neck to get him to lean in for another kiss. "Here we are indeed. Up against a tree. Very daring."

[extendedmetaphor]

The fingers in his hair made him moan, softly, against Guy's mouth.

"No," he said, smirking. "Being on my knees and sucking your cock would be daring. Surely."

[patriotqueen]

Guy grinned at that, and found his cock reacted accordingly against Tom's hand. He just loved hearing that otherwise neat and gentle man talk like that. "It would. It would certainly."

[extendedmetaphor]

He rubbed his thumb along the hardening line of Guy's cock.

"Would you like it?"

[patriotqueen]

"God yes," Guy replied, pushing against Tom's hand.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Right here?" he asked, free hand keeping Guy pressed back against the tree. "You'd have to be quick."

[patriotqueen]

"Well, you know what to do then..." Guy countered. He kissed him hungrily, filled with anticipation. "Make me."

[extendedmetaphor]

At home, he'd never even have considered it, but it was Guy's birthday and it wasn't exactly a trial. Irwin immediately sank down onto his knees, fumbling open Guy's trousers without a pause.

[patriotqueen]

Guy rested his head against the tree, ready for Tom to do what he did so bloody well.

[extendedmetaphor]

He didn't waste any time, bending his head and sliding his mouth down over Guy's cock, fingers curled around what he didn't touch with his tongue.

[patriotqueen]

Guy moaned, eyes shut now and hands on the tree still. He would let Tom do it at his pace. "God, your mouth..."

[extendedmetaphor]

He grins, as much as he can with his mouth full and occupied as it is, head bobbing, fingers stroking.

[patriotqueen]

Tom was certainly determined to make this a short but sweet ride. Guy groaned in response to the touch and the warm mouth, head back and trying to be quiet enough not to attract attention.

[extendedmetaphor]

There was a part of him that didn't care how much attention Guy attracted - he was so lost in the act that he was performing, the slip of his mouth over heated skin.

[patriotqueen]

Guy still thought Tom would appreciate a little restraint - the party wasn't that</> far away from them. But his breath did become ragged and his knees did start to falter. It was a good thing he was leaning against a tree.

[extendedmetaphor]

Tom did appreciate the restraint. Both of his hands ended up on Guy's hips, holding him back against the tree as he sucked with single-minded purpose.

[patriotqueen]

And how could Guy possibly avoid the inevitable, with such dedication? A groan escaped him, and his breath became more erratic. He wouldn't fucking last.

[extendedmetaphor]

His fingers dug into the backs of Guy's thighs, swallowing him as deep as he can, moaning around the thick weight of his cock.

[patriotqueen]

"Fuck," Guy groaned as Tom's fingers dug into his thighs, and as he swallowed him deeper. He couldn't help jerking, wanting to thrust into his mouth.

[extendedmetaphor]

It didn't matter to how how Guy moved - he loved every second of it. He didn't want it to end, but that didn't slow him down and it didn't make him pull back.

[patriotqueen]

He wouldn't last, he couldn't last. Not when that mouth took him so methodically, so ceaselessly, so fucking deeply. He made an attempt to catch his breath, but all that came out was a hitched "Tom..." before he came.

[extendedmetaphor]

He'd had a lot of practice with this, so he barely paused as he swallowed, sucking in long strokes until it felt like there was nothing left. He pulled back, grinning up.

[patriotqueen]

Guy gave up (or rather, his knees did) and let himself drop to the ground, meeting Tom's eyes. "God, you're good at that," he said, out of breath.

[extendedmetaphor]

He grinned, leaning in to press a wet, slightly sloppy kiss against Guy's mouth.

"Lots of practice," he said.

[patriotqueen]

Guy kissed him back, and put a hand over his neck, keeping him close. "I'd love to do some more. My place?"

[extendedmetaphor]

"Absolutely," he said, leaning into the touch. "I've got nowhere else to be."

[patriotqueen]

"Please don't tell me that's the only reason you're here," Guy pouted, as he got up.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Oh, absolutely," he said, managing to keep his smirk to a minimum. "Lack of other opportunities is the only reason."

He stood up, grinning.

[patriotqueen]

"I'm hurt," Guy replied, then grinned again. "Come on, you." He took Tom's hand and guided him along.

[extendedmetaphor]

Tom was quite content to be guided. There was nowhere that he wanted to be, other than with Guy.

[patriotqueen]

It was his birthday and he was sober, but that didn't diminish his good spirits as they reached the hut, managing to open the door and go through to the bedroom before pulling Tom's shirt from his body. He was in quite a good mood.

[extendedmetaphor]

He was also quite content to be half stripped, shrugging out of his skirt and immediately starting on his trousres.

"It's your birthday, so I suppose you can have whatever you'd like. However you'd like it."

[patriotqueen]

Guy just wanted Tom, a bit too tired for extensive games (it had been a busy birthday), and far too lustful too. He just kissed him, hungrily, still tasting himself. "You spoil me, darling. You spoil me horribly."

[extendedmetaphor]

He pressed in closer, almost unbearably hard, his arm sneaking in around Guy's neck.

"God, I want you."

[patriotqueen]

"Yes," Guy agreed, pulling the last of Tom's clothes from him, then starting on his own as he pushed Tom onto the bed.

[extendedmetaphor]

Happily naked, he lay back against the pillows, knees falling loosely apart as he watched Guy undress.

[patriotqueen]

Guy took off the last of his clothes, and had to admit he was quite pleased to be sober. It was definitely how best to appreciate the naked body in front of him. He knelt on the bed and leaned over kissing what skin he found and lingering in his neck.

[extendedmetaphor]

The kisses were delicious and Irwin arched into them, pressing bare skin against Guy's, pushing the fingers of both hands into his hair to cradle his head.

[patriotqueen]

A pleased hum escaped him (he did love those hands in his hair), as he continued kissing him, hand trailing down over his chest.

[extendedmetaphor]

No matter what they got up to, he did like it best like this, when it was slow and lovely - when they took their time with each other. He shifted, slightly, to press more truly against Guy's bare skin, intensely aware as he did so of the aching length of his cock.

[patriotqueen]

Tom’s cock demanded attention, and attention it did get. Trailing down hands first, mouth closely following he cupped his balls before taking him in his mouth.