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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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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.

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.

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

"Lots of practice," he said.

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

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

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

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

He stood up, grinning.

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

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

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.

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."

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."

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

"God, I want you."

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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