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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]

"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.