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"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."

"Oh, God."

He felt like he was saying that again, but he didn't know what else to say. He wasn't incoherent, not yet, but he was finding it very difficult to think past Guy's hand and where it's resting.

"You think I'm this easily undone?"

"I like a challenge," Guy retorted, as his hand began again, after a momentary pause. while his mouth found a nipple. He was clearly not incoherent yet. That would need to change.

He could feel his own cock throb with anticipation, which was part of the excitement. But patience was virtue and this he had thoroughly missed.

Because he could, he rocked his hips, pressing into Guy's touch, the hand stroking his cock and playing with his balls. His breath shivered out.

"I could be a challenge," he said, his mouth going on ahead of him.

When Tom spoke, Guy bit down on the nipple. His voice was far too steady for his liking, and his play turned a little rougher. He liked a challenge, and he wouldn't lose.

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.