[ Charlie raises his eyebrows a fraction at him, the picture of innocence, now massaging his fingers into John's skin in a cascading pattern that once again stops just before the base of John's cock. ]
[ John doesn't believe a gesture of it, but it makes him smile, soft and warm, just before another small intake as his lips redden from his teeth pressing harder.
The maypole is definitely up and ready for a dance, though.]
[ The combination of John's smiles and his reactions is filling Charlie's head all over again with ideas about what he could do to him and his rosy bitten lips. He's starting to stiffen himself, and he watches John with a long exhale and a slightly open mouth. ]
Aw hell, you.
[ As much as he can, he's removing these moments from any previous context and just living in them. It's a skill he's had to hone in order to function and right now it's coming in clutch. Sometimes, when reality might crumble into something else in the next five minutes anyway, you enjoy a good thing while you've got it as much as you possibly can. ]
You.
[ He strokes his fingers softly up one side of John's cock, and down the other, and gently rolls his sack in his fingers; he shivers, and kisses John's nipple and then his collarbone and then his throat, and by then he's at John's ear. ]
I wanna sit on your cock and slide down it till you can see it coming outta my throat. I want you to fuck me so well I can't sit down for a month. I wanna fuck your mouth until you miss me whenever your throat is empty. I want you under my desk with your face between my legs until I got nothin' left to shoot but air. [ His fingers are still moving over John's cock, slowly, lightly, trembling like his voice. ] I want your cock in the back of my throat, I wanna get fucked into the floor with it, I want bruises. I wanna swallow so much of your cum that I look like I'm carrying your goddamn child. [ A wanting noise in his throat, that turns into: ] You.
[ He thought the most devastating thing Charlie could do to his self-control was those kisses. Like a smile he gets to feel on his skin, the way his lips find just the right spot feels like magic all on its own. The hand on his cock is good, very good, but obvious. An easy target. He's prepared for Charlie stroking him there and exploring below, but the kisses are targeted bursts of sweetness that make him feel like he's melting.
Then Charlie starts talking, puts his words and his voice to the desires in John's own mind, and Charlie will get to watch his whole body squirm and that bottom lip gets perilously close to drawing blood. ]
When he speaks, it's his voice and not, the roaring of a dying star that learned to want, not so much eldritch as primal.]
I... want that too.
[ But he doesn't move a millimeter.
...well, most of him doesn't, but what was Charlie expecting exactly? ]
The squirming and obvious desire and the swelling of John's cock in his fingers are exactly Charlie's aim, and boy they get him going.
But the voice?
It's like being wanted by a forest fire, desired by a horizon-wide wall of cracking sparks and distant animal screams. Having that fire touching him and wanting him and what that means, the huge thing he keeps getting glimpses of comprehending -- glimpses that almost burn him alive, then turn and heat him up instead. Because John is that maelstrom but he's also still, he's wanting but not forcing, he's both the fire and the firebreak. Charlie's terrified, and he's also unbelievably turned on.
He sucks in a hard breath, then gets a leg over John to straddle him, since that's really the only sensible option at this point. This does unfortunately mean John's no longer getting his cock played with, but some temporary sacrifices must be made. He mutters feverishly: ]
Oh, fuck me.
[ ...which is mostly an expletive, but also, come to think of it, not just an expletive.
He can't tell if it's more urgent that he straddle John's dick or kiss his mouth, and he's not quite tall enough to do both at the same time, so he takes the secret third option and starts biting John's nipple instead. ]
[ He'll take Charlie's solid weight on top of him, his voice sounding strained with desire, being straddled by the other man like he intends to ride him hard, and then the teeth-]
Jesus fucking Christ, Charlie-
[ This impossible man and his mouth-
He can't help but let his fingers comb through his hair, not so much guide or hold him there as need to touch him as his hips rock in a stilted, urgent rhythm.
The other is going to get between them to use that massive fucking grip to wrap around both of them to start a slow, teasing pace.]
Nnnnhhhnnhnnnnnn, [ Charlie opines into the nipple. He starts to rock his hips slowly with John's hand, obsessed with the slide of John's cock against his, but holding onto his patience enough to not push the pace faster.
His impatience comes out at the other end, where he bites and sucks and strokes and pulls as if playing a one-sided game of noughts and crosses all over John's chest. And every time his mouth is free: ]
Fuck, John, you feel good. God, I, I wanna finger you stupid. I wanna feel every - nnn - squeeze inside your ass when I make you cum. Nnnh - I know your ass feels just as good as your mouth, I want to fuck you with your fingers inside me, John, I want, hhhnnnn, f-fuck, I want you to fuck me, John.
[ There's going to be a lot of awkward noises and very intense opinions voiced to inappropriate body parts because John's going to pick up the pace a little, give them both a squeeze at the base before the next stroke.]
You should. I should. Fuck.
[ But he'll bend, nothing inhuman just a bit of muscle used to get him there, and- ]
[ Charlie's hips squirm at that squeeze. A nice thing about this being their second go around is that he isn't likely to pop off nearly as quickly, and so he can enjoy this for... god, as long as they can reasonably draw it out. They both have responsibilities, and at least one of them has a stamina bar -- but until those things intrude, John's hand and his tits and his cock are overriding the shit that usually shakes around in Charlie's brain, they're making him not give a flying goddamn fuck about it, which is to say: this is perfect. ]
Please, [ he repeats, somewhat nonsensically considering John was the one who asked him, but-- listen. Just try and question him with his tongue down your throat, John, he dares you. ]
[ John's not questioning shit. John is being kissed and kissing in return and his sole focus is jerking the two of them off while Charlie feels him up and sits on him and kisses him breathless. ]
[ It's so good, and yet it's not even a fraction of what he wants to do and what he wants John to do to him. So, after they've writhed like that for a bit, Charlie is at John's ear again like some kind of filthy-minded angel on his shoulder. ]
John, I'm going to fuck your mouth while you finger me. [ Breathless and low and decisive and thrilled. ] You ain't done that before either, have you? I'm gonna show you how.
[ Look the vibe of this whole time since they fell into things together has been nothing but hot (minus the mental Event, which is unfortunate but was expected) so John is a little awkward in how he breaks the super filthy sexy time groove by going- ]
Wait, how would that work?
[ Because he's not used to being constrained by the usual restrictions of the human body and this one's not obvious to him. ]
I-It's not an objection. But you are going to have to show me this.
[ A blink, because he didn't realise this would be a logistical stumbling block for John. ]
Uh, you gotta...
[ ...actually these gestures with his fingers aren't helping at all are they. He drops his hand and looks at John with a fond and entertained and horny grin, and gives him a quick kiss on his irresistible mouth.
And then his grin is descending, because Charlie is sliding along to place himself between John's legs. With a fond smooch to his cock on the way, like kissing your spouse on the cheek in passing. ]
Make sure you're takin' notes for when I quiz you later, alright?
[ He slaps John's ass a couple of times for his attention. ]
[ There's something about that grin, and that little kiss, that undoes him as much as anything else. Charlie's so happy, so excited to show him things, utterly wicked and it's all-
It's wonderful.
He nods and looks down at Charlie, obviously a little unsure, but sure, he can lift his legs. Knees up, as requested! And thankfully, everything down there is exactly as one might expect to find it. John's in a 100% human body right now, built as the breach showed him how. No extras, no frills, no modifications. ]
[ Holding John's eyes, his own bright and pleased, he holds up his index and middle finger; works up saliva in his mouth; then slides his fingers in to the last knuckle. His throat moves to smooth out its gag reflex as his fingertips touch the back of his throat. He slides his tongue in between the fingers; then he slides them out again, wet, and holds them up again for John to see the line of saliva held between them. ]
It ain't the best lubricant, but it's what we got on hand. [ Hahahahahaha.
He looks down, pulling one of John's cheeks aside with his dry hand, coming to the uplifting thought that he's in bed with a guy with maybe the cleanest ass on the planet. He spits some more onto his fingers for good measure and slides them towards the small pucker of his asshole, starts pressing and circling it while his other hand drifts up and down John's raised thigh.
Hopeful, teasing, low in his chest: ] That feel good?
[ There is a little huffy look in his eyes that says 'how exactly do you think I you could lose my attention right now' from John to Charlie, but it's so fond it just comes off wry. Then he's watching Charlie fellate his own fingers and Charlie might notice that his cock is sitting up in interest again. Especially seeing the saliva gently hanging between his fingers. He has some idea of what's going on when Charlie presses his fingers in and...
Oh, Charlie will feel him full body shiver ]
Yesssss...
[ Charlie will also get to see his lips go a nice dark red as his teeth dent the lower lip a few times; after all, he can't move if Charlie's going to show him things. And watching Charlie is fucking difficult when he's being... all of this. ]
[ John's reaction, combined with what Charlie is being permitted - encouraged - to do, makes the warm and wonderful humming in his body kick up for a moment; there's a point when his eyes glaze and he shivers lightly too in a fainter echo. Then his focus is back on John's face and it takes no time at all to slide from teasing to hungrily intense. ]
Good. Good. Christ, John, you're goddamn beautiful on your back for me, I wanna make you move like that for hours.
[ He brings up his fingers to re-spit them, and then they disappear from John's sight again, massage his asshole again. And this time one presses in once it seems relaxed enough, just to the first knuckle, and crooks and pulls sideways at the circle of muscle because doing that would make Charlie's brain go bgbfbdnblrbl and he's rather hoping John will feel the same.
[ No one in this room wants John's brain to go bgbfbdnblrbl or @#$#$%$ or ASDGFBQWEEG or even !!!!11!!1!, but John gets about as close as he'd ever let himself when Charlie does that. Every single mark and sigil light up like lines of molten gold along his skin, almost like he's going to crack apart in those places and let something out from where he's hiding it. His muscles shake and that is definitely the sound of the sheet tearing between his fingers as he pants, open mouthed and glassy-eyed at Charlie. A word almost comes out before he bites down hard on his lower lip and instead, it's just a wanton whine, a desperate 'fuck me' noise if Charlie's ever heard one. He makes an effort to look at Charlie, to look at Charlie and nod.
[ Once again, Charlie's half scared, half out-of-his-mind horny. The sharp rip of the sheet jars him -- it's the first time John's damaged something, and he doesn't know if it was a real slip or just the sheet being deemed an acceptable target -- but this is still, thank god, just on the right side of thrilling. The right side of thrilling is a pretty big side.
He intensely wants to know whether John would go over the edge from his finger alone. On the flip side, he just as intensely feels that it would be a waste not to have John's cock bulging his throat out until it looks like a snake after a meal. ]
Good, [ he manages to say in awe, though he can hardly breathe and he's fairly certain he's seconds from spontaneous combustion. ] Good. [ And he regains his senses and pulls again at the inside of John's ass, wishing he had two heads so that he could go down on John and still watch every one of his shudders and expressions. ] You're perfect. Just like that. You're perfect.
[ His fingers are already dry again, but he doesn't need to slide around right now if John's already enjoying this so much. Instead he moves his finger in the smallest pushes -- and it'll ache, but maybe that'll be a bonus, or maybe at worst it'll be a small price to pay for the feeling of Charlie's fingertip moving and pulling inside him--
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it's tight and warm, and he's smart enough not to go from fingertip to entire dry cock but fuck it's on his mind-- ]
Christ, John, you're gonna feel my cock inside you one day. You're so tight, I shouldn't let you wear anything when you're here so I can always just reach down and...
[ Oops, he interrupted his own frantic monologue by sinking down on John's cock as far back in his mouth as it'll fit. That's the other part of the demonstration, after all! ]
[ Acceptable target. Anything that's not Charlie or important to Charlie. Anything that a strong human man could break or tear. The sheets tear because something needs to be torn and tattered like he feels right now, raw and aching and needful. The finger inside him is so much and not enough and there is a part of John tempted to bet on his ability to lie and say that tube of lubricant was definitely there the whole time, really and it says something that he even considers it.
Not that he can consider much of anything when Charlie dives onto his cock like a live grenade and starts sucking it down like he's saving lives instead of making one feel very very good and between the finger in his ass and the mouth around a greater portion of his dick, it's everything he can do not to levitate off the bed and make a cry that would scathe the flesh from mortal bones.
He is biting his lip now, panting and desperately, shaking in his stillness and Charlie will taste and feel the tip leaking into his mouth as his thighs clench tight and his ass squeezes like it can pull more in. ]
[ The feeling of John clenching around his finger, the sound of him panting Charlie's name, makes Charlie whimper desperately. A spasm runs down his body like a pleasurable cramp; he's dying for something to touch his cock, but his hands have very important business at John's ass and balls, and John's are all the way up there shredding duvets, so instead his hips move in an awkward rut.
With the thrill of getting even closer to a lit match, he lifts off John's cock for just long enough to spit onto his fingers again. And as he gets the head back in his mouth he pushes in the second finger -- again not all the way, but far enough to move the two fingers in different directions at once against John's insides, and then to force them apart into a shallow V. ]
You like that, don't you?
[ He mumbles it because he's talking around John's cock, and he mumbles it with heated smugness because he's already very aware of the answer. ]
[ The vibration and the movement of his lips and tongue to form those sounds are added stimulation, and Charlie will feel him shudder from it even as he clears his head just enough to use human language. ]
Charlie...
[ He should answer, but his answer is Charlie's name. He likes Charlie, he wants Charlie, he's surrounded by and squeezing around and rocking between Charlie, his fingers and his mouth- that V has his eyes rolled back so that only a thin line of gold is visible at the top. He wants-
He heard that whimper and he feels that rut against the bed, and he wants to reach over and do something but he's not in range. He decides, then, to use what he has, see it- yes, he'll see how Charlie likes it.
His voice is strained and hungry. ]
Are you spreading me to fuck me, Charlie?
[ This is dangerous as well, because his voice-
He has to keep it limited. Ask questions. He doesn't know if Charlie can stand him describing a scene, if the evocative images might trigger a response in Charlie's mind even though it's just words. So he'll take it slow. Piecemeal. Talk about it as a thing he wants, ask about it as a thing they want. Let Charlie take every step on his own steam.
And hope to God that Charlie has some cooking oil in his cabin. ]
[ He'd thought it might be too much too fast, but now that John's even intimated a hint that perhaps implies he wants it, the answer is yes.
At the same time, the sense of being nudged towards a conclusion, even one he'd practically already come to himself, is--
--something he's not dwelling on. ]
You'd like that, huh?
[ His voice is simmering and so is the rest of him. He twists his fingers. He lifts his face until his mouth is just touching the wet head of John's cock, blowing air across it when he talks. ]
Think you're ready for that? You think you can take my whole cock at once as nice as you're takin' my fingers? I wanna find out.
[ It's their lucky day, because he might have cooking oil yeah. ]
[ For all that they're walking the knife edges of a couple dozen different triggers*, the bucking just thrills him: it's pleasure, it's John, it's John feeling pleasure and Charlie giving it to him.
Okay. Okay. Okay, this means he has to think logistics, which is true dramatic irony considering the only thing he wants to think about is John whimpering and begging on his cock.
Okay. Focus. Make it happen.
*Charlie knows what those are now! ]
Don't move. No, ben-bend over the-- no, no, wait. I gotta... gotta get a thing. [ Words hard. ] Spitting won't cut it. [ Not that he's never fucked or been fucked dry, but that was almost always hurried and furtive, and over quickly, and that's not what this is. That's not what he wants for this.
Living area. Kitchenette. Oil? Oil! Oil for salads. There's a joke here somewhere but he's not stopping to think of it. He's back between John's legs as soon as possible, trying to maintain composure but betrayed utterly by his flush and his stare and his absolute lack of breath.
Charlie's eyes are glued on John's body as he lubes himself, groaning quietly at how good that alone feels after going untouched so far. Somehow, he maintains the patience to screw the lid back on the bottle before he puts it aside. ]
Okay, get... how far can you- lift your legs? Hold them up?
[ His cock is pretty well lubed at this point, but he's still slowly and lightly touching himself. ]
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The maypole is definitely up and ready for a dance, though.]
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Aw hell, you.
[ As much as he can, he's removing these moments from any previous context and just living in them. It's a skill he's had to hone in order to function and right now it's coming in clutch. Sometimes, when reality might crumble into something else in the next five minutes anyway, you enjoy a good thing while you've got it as much as you possibly can. ]
You.
[ He strokes his fingers softly up one side of John's cock, and down the other, and gently rolls his sack in his fingers; he shivers, and kisses John's nipple and then his collarbone and then his throat, and by then he's at John's ear. ]
I wanna sit on your cock and slide down it till you can see it coming outta my throat. I want you to fuck me so well I can't sit down for a month. I wanna fuck your mouth until you miss me whenever your throat is empty. I want you under my desk with your face between my legs until I got nothin' left to shoot but air. [ His fingers are still moving over John's cock, slowly, lightly, trembling like his voice. ] I want your cock in the back of my throat, I wanna get fucked into the floor with it, I want bruises. I wanna swallow so much of your cum that I look like I'm carrying your goddamn child. [ A wanting noise in his throat, that turns into: ] You.
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Then Charlie starts talking, puts his words and his voice to the desires in John's own mind, and Charlie will get to watch his whole body squirm and that bottom lip gets perilously close to drawing blood. ]
When he speaks, it's his voice and not, the roaring of a dying star that learned to want, not so much eldritch as primal.]
I... want that too.
[ But he doesn't move a millimeter.
...well, most of him doesn't, but what was Charlie expecting exactly? ]
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The squirming and obvious desire and the swelling of John's cock in his fingers are exactly Charlie's aim, and boy they get him going.
But the voice?
It's like being wanted by a forest fire, desired by a horizon-wide wall of cracking sparks and distant animal screams. Having that fire touching him and wanting him and what that means, the huge thing he keeps getting glimpses of comprehending -- glimpses that almost burn him alive, then turn and heat him up instead. Because John is that maelstrom but he's also still, he's wanting but not forcing, he's both the fire and the firebreak. Charlie's terrified, and he's also unbelievably turned on.
He sucks in a hard breath, then gets a leg over John to straddle him, since that's really the only sensible option at this point. This does unfortunately mean John's no longer getting his cock played with, but some temporary sacrifices must be made. He mutters feverishly: ]
Oh, fuck me.
[ ...which is mostly an expletive, but also, come to think of it, not just an expletive.
He can't tell if it's more urgent that he straddle John's dick or kiss his mouth, and he's not quite tall enough to do both at the same time, so he takes the secret third option and starts biting John's nipple instead. ]
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Jesus fucking Christ, Charlie-
[ This impossible man and his mouth-
He can't help but let his fingers comb through his hair, not so much guide or hold him there as need to touch him as his hips rock in a stilted, urgent rhythm.
The other is going to get between them to use that massive fucking grip to wrap around both of them to start a slow, teasing pace.]
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His impatience comes out at the other end, where he bites and sucks and strokes and pulls as if playing a one-sided game of noughts and crosses all over John's chest. And every time his mouth is free: ]
Fuck, John, you feel good. God, I, I wanna finger you stupid. I wanna feel every - nnn - squeeze inside your ass when I make you cum. Nnnh - I know your ass feels just as good as your mouth, I want to fuck you with your fingers inside me, John, I want, hhhnnnn, f-fuck, I want you to fuck me, John.
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You should. I should. Fuck.
[ But he'll bend, nothing inhuman just a bit of muscle used to get him there, and- ]
Kiss me? Please.
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Please, [ he repeats, somewhat nonsensically considering John was the one who asked him, but-- listen. Just try and question him with his tongue down your throat, John, he dares you. ]
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John, I'm going to fuck your mouth while you finger me. [ Breathless and low and decisive and thrilled. ] You ain't done that before either, have you? I'm gonna show you how.
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Wait, how would that work?
[ Because he's not used to being constrained by the usual restrictions of the human body and this one's not obvious to him. ]
I-It's not an objection. But you are going to have to show me this.
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Uh, you gotta...
[ ...actually these gestures with his fingers aren't helping at all are they. He drops his hand and looks at John with a fond and entertained and horny grin, and gives him a quick kiss on his irresistible mouth.
And then his grin is descending, because Charlie is sliding along to place himself between John's legs. With a fond smooch to his cock on the way, like kissing your spouse on the cheek in passing. ]
Make sure you're takin' notes for when I quiz you later, alright?
[ He slaps John's ass a couple of times for his attention. ]
Knees up!
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It's wonderful.
He nods and looks down at Charlie, obviously a little unsure, but sure, he can lift his legs. Knees up, as requested! And thankfully, everything down there is exactly as one might expect to find it. John's in a 100% human body right now, built as the breach showed him how. No extras, no frills, no modifications. ]
W-what's next?
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[ Holding John's eyes, his own bright and pleased, he holds up his index and middle finger; works up saliva in his mouth; then slides his fingers in to the last knuckle. His throat moves to smooth out its gag reflex as his fingertips touch the back of his throat. He slides his tongue in between the fingers; then he slides them out again, wet, and holds them up again for John to see the line of saliva held between them. ]
It ain't the best lubricant, but it's what we got on hand. [ Hahahahahaha.
He looks down, pulling one of John's cheeks aside with his dry hand, coming to the uplifting thought that he's in bed with a guy with maybe the cleanest ass on the planet. He spits some more onto his fingers for good measure and slides them towards the small pucker of his asshole, starts pressing and circling it while his other hand drifts up and down John's raised thigh.
Hopeful, teasing, low in his chest: ] That feel good?
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Oh, Charlie will feel him full body shiver ]
Yesssss...
[ Charlie will also get to see his lips go a nice dark red as his teeth dent the lower lip a few times; after all, he can't move if Charlie's going to show him things. And watching Charlie is fucking difficult when he's being... all of this. ]
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Good. Good. Christ, John, you're goddamn beautiful on your back for me, I wanna make you move like that for hours.
[ He brings up his fingers to re-spit them, and then they disappear from John's sight again, massage his asshole again. And this time one presses in once it seems relaxed enough, just to the first knuckle, and crooks and pulls sideways at the circle of muscle because doing that would make Charlie's brain go bgbfbdnblrbl and he's rather hoping John will feel the same.
Heated: ] How about that?
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He's-
Yeah, that's good. Yeah, that's- that's really good. Do that, please. ]
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He intensely wants to know whether John would go over the edge from his finger alone. On the flip side, he just as intensely feels that it would be a waste not to have John's cock bulging his throat out until it looks like a snake after a meal. ]
Good, [ he manages to say in awe, though he can hardly breathe and he's fairly certain he's seconds from spontaneous combustion. ] Good. [ And he regains his senses and pulls again at the inside of John's ass, wishing he had two heads so that he could go down on John and still watch every one of his shudders and expressions. ] You're perfect. Just like that. You're perfect.
[ His fingers are already dry again, but he doesn't need to slide around right now if John's already enjoying this so much. Instead he moves his finger in the smallest pushes -- and it'll ache, but maybe that'll be a bonus, or maybe at worst it'll be a small price to pay for the feeling of Charlie's fingertip moving and pulling inside him--
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it's tight and warm, and he's smart enough not to go from fingertip to entire dry cock but fuck it's on his mind-- ]
Christ, John, you're gonna feel my cock inside you one day. You're so tight, I shouldn't let you wear anything when you're here so I can always just reach down and...
[ Oops, he interrupted his own frantic monologue by sinking down on John's cock as far back in his mouth as it'll fit. That's the other part of the demonstration, after all! ]
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Not that he can consider much of anything when Charlie dives onto his cock like a live grenade and starts sucking it down like he's saving lives instead of making one feel very very good and between the finger in his ass and the mouth around a greater portion of his dick, it's everything he can do not to levitate off the bed and make a cry that would scathe the flesh from mortal bones.
He is biting his lip now, panting and desperately, shaking in his stillness and Charlie will taste and feel the tip leaking into his mouth as his thighs clench tight and his ass squeezes like it can pull more in. ]
Fu-uu-uhck Charlie...
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With the thrill of getting even closer to a lit match, he lifts off John's cock for just long enough to spit onto his fingers again. And as he gets the head back in his mouth he pushes in the second finger -- again not all the way, but far enough to move the two fingers in different directions at once against John's insides, and then to force them apart into a shallow V. ]
You like that, don't you?
[ He mumbles it because he's talking around John's cock, and he mumbles it with heated smugness because he's already very aware of the answer. ]
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Charlie...
[ He should answer, but his answer is Charlie's name. He likes Charlie, he wants Charlie, he's surrounded by and squeezing around and rocking between Charlie, his fingers and his mouth- that V has his eyes rolled back so that only a thin line of gold is visible at the top. He wants-
He heard that whimper and he feels that rut against the bed, and he wants to reach over and do something but he's not in range. He decides, then, to use what he has, see it- yes, he'll see how Charlie likes it.
His voice is strained and hungry. ]
Are you spreading me to fuck me, Charlie?
[ This is dangerous as well, because his voice-
He has to keep it limited. Ask questions. He doesn't know if Charlie can stand him describing a scene, if the evocative images might trigger a response in Charlie's mind even though it's just words. So he'll take it slow. Piecemeal. Talk about it as a thing he wants, ask about it as a thing they want. Let Charlie take every step on his own steam.
And hope to God that Charlie has some cooking oil in his cabin. ]
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At the same time, the sense of being nudged towards a conclusion, even one he'd practically already come to himself, is--
--something he's not dwelling on. ]
You'd like that, huh?
[ His voice is simmering and so is the rest of him. He twists his fingers. He lifts his face until his mouth is just touching the wet head of John's cock, blowing air across it when he talks. ]
Think you're ready for that? You think you can take my whole cock at once as nice as you're takin' my fingers? I wanna find out.
[ It's their lucky day, because he might have cooking oil yeah. ]
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I don't know. [ Panted, barely holding to an edge now that it's real. Now that it might happen. ] but I want it. Charlie... Please.
[ He shifts his hips to press the fingers just a little deeper in and shivers. ]
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Okay. Okay. Okay, this means he has to think logistics, which is true dramatic irony considering the only thing he wants to think about is John whimpering and begging on his cock.
Okay. Focus. Make it happen.
*Charlie knows what those are now! ]
Don't move. No, ben-bend over the-- no, no, wait. I gotta... gotta get a thing. [ Words hard. ] Spitting won't cut it. [ Not that he's never fucked or been fucked dry, but that was almost always hurried and furtive, and over quickly, and that's not what this is. That's not what he wants for this.
Living area. Kitchenette. Oil? Oil! Oil for salads. There's a joke here somewhere but he's not stopping to think of it. He's back between John's legs as soon as possible, trying to maintain composure but betrayed utterly by his flush and his stare and his absolute lack of breath.
Charlie's eyes are glued on John's body as he lubes himself, groaning quietly at how good that alone feels after going untouched so far. Somehow, he maintains the patience to screw the lid back on the bottle before he puts it aside. ]
Okay, get... how far can you- lift your legs? Hold them up?
[ His cock is pretty well lubed at this point, but he's still slowly and lightly touching himself. ]
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