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[extendedmetaphor]

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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[patriotqueen]

"It's appreciated," Guy assured him before kissing him back. Then he straightened again, so his thrusts could reach the right spot.

[extendedmetaphor]

There was only so much of this that he could be expected to stand, surely? With Guy thrusting into him, it was all that he could do to lie there and take it, his hand still moving over his cock.

[patriotqueen]

He took Tom's foot, placed it on his torso, allowing deeper penetration as he sat up on his knees. He honestly didn't know how much longer he would last, but he would be damned if he was the first to admit this.

[extendedmetaphor]

All but bent in half, it was too much. Guy's cock felt like it was going so deep that he could almost taste it. For the second time that night, he came so hard he felt like it was being rung out of him.

[patriotqueen]

And with that tightening, Guy couldn't but come as well, hard, after much anticipation and much restraint on his behalf. He moaned loudly - the first load moan all afternoon - as he thrust and came in bursts. Finally, he collapsed on top of Tom.

He kissed the skin nearest to him, which happened to be his collar-bone.

[extendedmetaphor]

That kiss was delightful and Irwin made a pleased sound, his fingers pressed into Guy's hair again.

"That was unexpected," he said. "The whole thing. Not unpleasant, but unexpected."

[patriotqueen]

Guy had to agree with that. "Certainly unexpected. You have a wicked streak, Tom, underneath those layers of Britishness."

[extendedmetaphor]

"You call me Tom," he said, quietly, like he was figuring it through. "Nobody else does. I don't think I even think of myself as Tom, often."

[patriotqueen]

Guy was intensely comfortable where he was, with Tom's hand in his hair, and his head on the other's shoulder. It had been long since he'd had a fuck, but it had been longer since he'd had a body to simply lie against. It was nice. "What?" Guy couldn't help but snort. "I haven't called anyone by their last name since Eton. Is it because you're a teacher? No life outside the classroom?"

[extendedmetaphor]

It was pleasant, to lie cradled against someone, in the heat like that, muscles still stretched and tired. Good tired. Well used.

"Maybe," he said, with an idle shrug. "I've never really thought about it."

[patriotqueen]

"Well, you've had some life beyond the classroom, havent you? This wasn't your first time, was it?" It was a tease of course, to ask him that.

[extendedmetaphor]

"Not my first time, no," said Irwin, smiling at that, combing his fingers idly through Guy's hair. "Far from it, actually. I don't know. Tom's just never really felt like me. I don't really know who he is."

[patriotqueen]

Guy closed his eyes. The hand felt even better now, as the rest of him was starting to go comfortably numb. "Dear god, what a complicated soul you must have," he said, mockingly. He had no intention whatsoever to call the other Irwin. He trailed a hand over the other's chest, smiling at the bruise it came across. "A rather debauched soul at that."

[extendedmetaphor]

"Rather," he echoed, shifting in the bed and closing his eyes. He had no intention of leaving before he'd slept. "People will talk."

But people always talked.

[patriotqueen]

"Very likely. It's a small community," Guy agreed. "Learn your history, dear, I don't give a fuck if people talk," he added, tired words, as drowsiness started to overtake him. Guy's last words would always be a curse.