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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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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."

The kiss was almost endearing, which was strange considering the bruises forming on his chest.

He unwrapped the tie, undoing the wrists from their prison. He held the hands, and put them on his shirt after a moment. "Undress me."

"Am I supposed to call you 'sir' too?" teased Irwin, shuffling into a sitting position as he unbuttoned Guy's shirt, easing his hands inside to slide against his ribs and thumb his nipples and their way to his belt.

"Dear god, no," Guy assured, then a glint in his eye. "Not today, anyway. That's something reserved for the classroom." A wicked grin on his face, but he closed his eyes, enjoying finally the touch to his own skin.

"Thank God I'm not a pupil," he said, his palm sliding across the outline of Guy's hard cock, squeezing, stroking, before he undid his belt with a snap of leather.

"Not today," he repeated, and breathed on the touch of a hand against his erection. He helped the other then, moving to get all fabrics removed from his skin.

Fingers curled loosely around Guy's cock, Irwin leaned in and kissed him, wet and hungry.

"Now what do you want?" he asked. "I rather like being at your mercy, to my complete surprise."

He honestly hadn't anticipated it. Not that he was complaining.

Guy took a moment to smile at that admission. "As I said, I want to fuck you. And I want you to come again as I do. But I thought you might suck me off first. Give your cock a bit of a rest."

"That's what you want?" he asked, stroking Guy's cock slowly. "My mouth on you?"

"You don't get to tease me today," Guy warned, and with a hand on his neck kissed him, before guiding him down.

He didn't need to be told twice. He arranged himself in a comfortable position, fingers still curled lightly around Guy's cock as he slid his mouth down over the first few inches.

Guy kept his hand on Tom's neck and the other on his head, and guided him. He didn't get to tease and he didn't get to determine the pace. So Guy pushed him down and set the pace, using his mouth to satisfy his own hunger.

It's not the first time it's happened, someone using his mouth and taking like that, and it's enough to make him moan, the sound coming out muffled around Guy's cock.

He allowed it to continue, holding back moans as he felt the wet mouth around him, hand tightening in Tom's hairs.

It was really all that he could do to hold on, his weight caught on his hands, taking Guy's cock as deep as Guy wanted him to take it, shoving his gag reflex down as hard as he could.

A moan did escape him then, gutteral and low. He could let this continue, and come in his mouth, but he promised he would fuck him, and the prospect of that, brought the will to lift his head away from his cock eventually.

He kissed him first, and lay him back.

Definitely disappointed by that, but he lay back easily enough, knees spread wide. He blinked, slowly, lazily, looking up at Guy.

"I enjoyed that," he said. "Your cock in my mouth."

A moment of falling out of character. "Yeah, but I was close to coming I promised to fuck you," he smiled. Then his smile turned more wicked. Back in character again. "I want to bugger you hard. Now. Think you can take it?"