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A throaty "Hm." Then a wink as he closed in on him. No kiss yet though, only a whisper. "I'm amendable. Tell me what you'd like."

It took a lot not to lean forward and take the kiss that was so close. He swallowed, eyes flickering over Guy's face.

"Oh, Jesus, I don't know," he said. "Sometime. Anything. Whatever you want. However you want."

"Good answer," Guy complimented and allowed the kiss. "I could just bend you over, but I did promise an afternoon program."

He undid his tie then, Trinity colours, a bit tattered, but still strong enough.

The sound wasn't exactly words, more strangled, almost a moan. His hips shift against the bed.

"You did," he said.

"Mind grabbing that tie for me?" He asked, nodding to a red tie carelessly hung over the bedpost.

Back to feeling like Poland, sure that something was up, Irwin glanced up at Guy's face before he leaned across and snagged the tie off the bed-frame. He held it out, draped over his fingers, one eyebrow raised quizzically.

"If there's anything you'd like to do with your hands, do it now," Guy said by means of explanation to that puzzled face, resisting the urge to kiss it.

He'd assumed but it was good to hear Guy actually say it. Irwin bit his lip and then dropped one hand, curling it around his cock and stroking twice, squeezing. His breath caught.

"Okay," he said, nodding.

Guy couldn't help a little snicker at that, before nodding solemnly. "Good. Wrist, please," he asked, extending a hand to accept the requested body part.

There was a moment, just a moment, where he almost didn't - just to see what happened. A moment of trepidation, only.

He gave Guy his wrist.

Guy took the wrist and pushed Tom into a lying position. He didn't ask for the other as he took it in hand too. He tied one end of the tie around the two wrist, and the other to the bed posts over his head with ease (thanking privately whatever fashion had thought of such long ties. Surely it was devised with this in mind only.) He neared Tom's ear, sucking the lobe. "It's not too tight, but you get the idea."

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Automatically, he tested the bindings, tugging on them, feeling them tighten around his wrists, just a little. He nodded, swallowing, losing his breath in a moan at the wet heat of Guy's mouth on his earlobe.

"I get the idea," he said.

"I have another tie," he said, suggestively, a nip, a lick, as he pried the glasses from Tom's nose with a bit of effort. If the other minded not to see, he would say so now. Otherwise, he had a good idea what to do with the tie.

It's the last thing I do. His vision is pretty poor without his glasses but he can see enough to make guy out. He flexed his fingers.

"Well, you might as well blindfold me with it," he said, thinking that he'd figured out what the other man had planned. "You took my glasses already."

Guy smiled. He had guessed right. The Trinity colours went over Tom's eyes, as Guy tied the tie behind his head. Happy memories. And wasn't this quite lovely as well?

Guy sat back and felt Tom's urgency bob a bit in his back as his hands and mouth started exploring the body displayed before him.

It was maddening - the light brush of Guy's mouth and hands, being completely unsure of when the next touch would come. He arched, squirming, looking for more without asking for it.

It was maddening to the perpetrator as well, wanting to reply to the squirming by thoroughly buggering him. Instead he nipped, slowly getting a little more rough, with a little more teeth on a little more sensitive areas.

Easyier by far if he didn't focus on what he must look like and focused instead on just the physical. The touch of teeth made his breath catch, strangled in his throat.

There were only few things better than the wriggling of a man under his touch. Right now however, he couldn’t care less if there were. He took only a moment to whisper in his ear again. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked, amused and deeply turned on.

"So far," he said, his voice a little unsteady. He's intensely and completely aware of the throb of his cock. "I...don't know what you must think of me. I must look...'

“Positively edible,” Guy finished for him. His hand found his cock then, quite suddenly, he took his balls in hand.

His heels dug into the bed as he rocked into the touch, moaning. Oh, God - the though that Guy was still fully clothed occurred to him and made him tremble.

"You love this, don't you?" He asked, swallowing. "Me completely at your mercy."

"Oh yes," Guy confessed easily. "And you love this. Being at the mercy of, don't you?" He asked, wondering if he could make his vocal capacities stop completely by the way he was massaging him.

Not quite, but close. It was a long moment before Irwin could answer at all, breathing through the squeeze of Guy's fingers against his balls.

"How can you tell?" he finally managed, not quite sounding nonchalant. "You still haven't told me exactly what you like. I'd...like to hear you say it."

It was British awkwardness turned racy and Guy loved it. "I want you incoherent," he replied. "Unable to beg, but desperate, unable to utter the simplest word, but close, so close, that you fear you might burn. But it won't happen then, I won't let you come. Because I want to feel you when you do."