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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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"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?"

It was such an old fashioned term and it reminded him who he was with and where he was and it didn't make him any less wanting. His cock's already on its way to getting hard again.

"I can take it," he said, full of bravado again.

"Good," Guy replied and spread the other's legs. He used the wetness from Tom's hardening cock to slick him up a bit, but not too much. He was hard enough and well, Tom didn't seem to might a little rough play. "Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me," he said, obediently, rocking his hips down onto the touch of Guy's fingers. "Please. I want to come all over myself while you're fucking me."

That voice, those words were a wonderful combination, and Guy allowed himself an appreciative smile before placing himself at Tom's entrance. He pushed in then, feeling his tightness and groaned at the sensation.

It hurt, on the back of too little preparation and too much anticipation, but not in any way that's bad. His back arched, pushing him down further onto Guy's cock.

As he continued, Tom became slicker and though he was still painfully tight, it allowed for better entrance, and deeper thrusts. In his own arousal, he bit down on Tom's neck, to prevent him from moaning, to prevent him from losing control.

Every thrust drove Guy deeper, made him moan louder, his hips working rhythmically, riding Guy's cock as much as he can.

The bite made him yelp. He was going to be black and blue tomorrow.

Guy was only encouraged by the moans, by the sounds of pleasure from Tom's throat.

He slid his arms under Irwin's legs, lifting him a bit, reaching deeper, thrusting harder.

"Oh, fuck," he said, the swear word slipping out of him with a moan. The pull in the muscles of his thighs was delicious. His fingers pushed into Guy's hair.