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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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[extendedmetaphor]

"Much." There wasn't much room for words with the crush of their mouths, his fingers pressed into Guy's hair. He found himself not caring how many buttons Guy undid.

[patriotqueen]

It should be put down to great restraint on Guy's behalf that he undid the buttons at all. He had half a mind to just rip the other's clothes off. Instead, he unbuttoned the rest and slipped the shirt off his shoulders.

[extendedmetaphor]

His own hands were busy with fumbling with Guy's clothes but he stopped long enough to let Guy half strip him. He was intensely aware of his own bare skin versus Guy's clothing, the imbalance and a shiver went through him, straight to his cock.

[patriotqueen]

The shiver was noted and Guy did not pause, instead undid Tom's fly and as the trousers dropped to the floor, cupped his arse. Being the one clothed at the moment, sent similar shivers to his cock.

[extendedmetaphor]

Nothing but thin cotton between his skin and Guy's hands and he couldn't help the way his hips rocked forward. How he all but squirmed.

"God, it's been a long time," he said, almost laughing.

[patriotqueen]

A snort, a kiss. "Yeah," almost inaudibly between a kiss and a nip. Hands toying with the band of the underpants, letting it snap once before disappearing underneath, touching bare skin. "I want you stark bollock naked," he confesses, before pushing the last piece of fabric down.

[extendedmetaphor]

A shuffle, to get out of clothes and shoes altogether and then there he is, stark naked, well on his way to being hard. He was never embarrassed by this, not by his body or what it wanted, and he just there, letting guy look.

"And what else do you want, I wonder?"

[patriotqueen]

And Guy looked, and Guy admired, and Guy grinned. "I thought I'd fuck you," he drawled and walked forward, leading the other to the bed. "Eventually."

[extendedmetaphor]

The scrutiny made him blush, just a little. The fact that he was still wearing his glasses made him feel even more naked. He let himself by led.

"Should I have blocked off my entire afternoon?"

[patriotqueen]

Guy snorted. "Did you have plans?" He asked, huskily. "Because yes. You might want to cancel your appointments." He felt such a reply would be appreciated. "You're otherwise engaged." He said, letting go of his arse for the purpose of guiding him into a seated position.

[extendedmetaphor]

"No plans," he said, shaking his head as he sat down on the bed, knees automatically falling apart as he leans back and looks up, catching his weight on one hand.

"I wouldn't mind knowing what you have planned, though."

[patriotqueen]

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."

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

"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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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

"You did," he said.

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

"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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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."

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

"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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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."