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Since he was going to be gainfully employed, he thought that he'd better come and look around. Dakin had, of course, offered to escort him but he'd thought he'd be better feeling it out on his own. It wasn't quite the same as the Grammer school, but it had a definite charm to it, the classrooms open to the tropical breeze.

Yes, he thought. It would do nicely.
And it definitely wasn't Yorkshire.

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The sharp, sudden pain made his cock throb and his hips jerk, a loud moan spilling out of him. His fingers clenched, made fists.

"Is that all you've got?" He asked, but there was a more definite tremble to his voice.

At first Guy had thought him a very repressed and very awkward Brit. This was like unwrapping a nice, decent-looking gift to find unexpectedly that there was delightful wickedness underneath.

He didn't answer the question in words, but in teeth and nails digging in every sensitive spot, trailing, sucking, each a little deeper than the previous.

It was very, very nearly too much. The moaning was nearly constant now, spilling out him one after the other.

"Oh, please..." He whimpered.

Begging was good, but not good enough. The moaning became nearly painful to him, as his cock responded to it, desperately wanting to come out and play.

"Oh please what?" He managed to say between administrations.

"Please something," Irwin managed to force out between gritted teeth, barely focusing passed the constant manipulation of his cock, the ache in his balls and the wet heat of Guy's mouth across his nipples. "Please your mouth or your hand unless you want me to come in your hand like a kid."

"Still sounding awfully coherent to me," Guy replied, almost a shrug and continued his administrations making very carefully very sure that the other wouldn't - couldn't - come.

It was maddening - to be on the edge and not quite able to get there because Guy wouldn't let him. His hands clenched again, nails digging lightly into his palms.

"Surprised you didn't gag me too, you're so keen to shut...me...up."

"Gagging would be cheating," Guy explained, huskily against Tom's skin. "In this particular case," he added with a wicked grin.

Then, quite suddenly he licked the other's cock, base to tip, before taking him in mouth.

In the struggle not to come immediately into the wet heat of Guy's mouth, Irwin tried to remember the last time that someone sucked his cock. It had been months, definitely - before he arrived in Yorkshire, for certain. He rolled his hips, unashamedly thrusting further past Guy's lips.

"That's better," he said, determined to play the brat for as long as possible. As long as he could.

Not a very smart move on Tom's behalf, as he would learn, because Guy did nothing to allow the other to come. A little more force, a little more teeth, but never an increase in pace. His hand found his arse and one finger pressed, lightly, teasingly, as his other hand squeezed a little harder, the balls it was holding.

He whimpered, squirming his hips hopelessly between Guy's mouth and his hands. He bit his lip over an even louder moan. He wasn't sure that he'd ever been so very hard and so very desperate.

The thought that they might be only just getting started made him shiver.

There were gasps and moans, but no cocky words. This was a good sign. The body squirmed underneath him, begging, wanting, but it got only just enough to make it want more. He swallowed deeper, pushed further, rasped his teeth along the shaft, pushed in another slicked finger.

It felt like he was right on the edge of it, teetering, desperate, breath sobbing in and out as he rocked his hips, pushing into Guy's mouth, barely even aware of how deep he might be thrusting.

"Oh, God," he whimpered. "Can I?"

Guy took a moment to pause, and to push Tom's hips into the mattress, holding him still. "Can I, what?" He asked.

The breath of breeze across the damp skin of his cock was so distracting that, for a moment, he couldn't even speak. He swallowed hard, fingers flexing, head turned towards the sound of Guy's voice.

"God. Please. Can I come?"

"I don't know. I want to fuck you. Don't want to have you fall asleep before I do," Guy pondered teasingly.

"I won't fall asleep," said Irwin, almost whined, his cock bobbing as he breathed. "Please."

There came no reply, but Guy turned back to where he had left off, harder, a little faster, teeth rasping, fingers playfully flexing, finding a sensitive point to hit.

A little, dirty (but not guilty) part of him almost wanted to hear Guy say it, to give him permission, but this was better, this was exactly what he needed. Trembling, his hips thrust upwards once, twice and it was all that he could do to hold onto it at all.

"I'm going to come," he said, half warning, half the joy of letting his mouth run away from him.

And Guy allowed it, swallowing deeper, squeezing, thrusting.

He cried out as he came, thrusting up into Guy's mouth until he was done, lying sprawled on the bed, trembling and bound.

Guy swallowed, his own cock jumping at the sound of Tom's scream and when he was done, sat up to regard his work. It looked dishevelled and absolutely marvellous.

He reached out and removed the blindfold from his eyes, wishing to see the ravished look in his eyes.

The light made him blink and he stared up at Guy, somewhat dazed. His teeth touched his lip and he swallowed.

"Thank you."

Guy put a hand on Tom's cheek, as if to say he sympathised with his situation. He undid a button of his own shirt. "Want to give me a hand?" He asked, because he could understand if the other wanted the use of his arms back. They could become uncomfortably numb in their current position.

Without thinking about it, he turned his head and pressed a kiss against the heel of Guy's hand. It seemed almost out of place with the tone of the afternoon.

"Whatever you want," he said, grinning, stretching his back a little. "Seems to be the theme of the afternoon, doesn't it?" He thought about it a moment. "Yes. I want to put my hands on you."