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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]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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."

[patriotqueen]

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?"

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

"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."

[extendedmetaphor]

"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."

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

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.

[patriotqueen]

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.

[extendedmetaphor]

"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.

[patriotqueen]

The hands in his hair were his guilty pleasure. The sensation of fingers against his scalp was something so delightful, even now the motion was rougher, more urgent, it still send a shiver down his spine. And he allowed it as he continued to push, enjoying the tightness the flexed muscles caused.

He took one of Tom's hands then, and guided it to his own cock. "Touch yourself, make it last."

[extendedmetaphor]

He felt completely and thoroughly fucked, filled and he squeezed his own cock, whimpering.

"It's not going to last if you make me touch myself," he promised, but he didn't need any urging, his fingers sliding over his hard cock, stroking at a counterpoint with Guy's thrusts.

[patriotqueen]

Well, that was rather the point. Making him want to come, making him unwilling to stop himself. He thrust further, thrust deeper, sped up, hungry for more.

[extendedmetaphor]

It was all sensations, the friction of his fingers over his cock, the press of Guy's cock inside him. He leaned up, looking for a kiss.

[patriotqueen]

A kiss he got, a hungry one, a definite wanting one. Guy was in control, certainly he was, but it was getting harder. "Fuck you're... fuck."

[extendedmetaphor]

"I'm what?" urged Irwin, breathing harder, squirming more, his back pushed into the tightest arc it can.

[patriotqueen]

"Tight," came the reply eventually, heavy breaths against his mouth.

[extendedmetaphor]

"It's been a while," he said, taking another kiss, backs of his fingers grazing against Guy's skin.

[patriotqueen]

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