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He's riddled with them on that side; his shoulder, parts of his chest, down his ribs towards his hips. They're a clear and ever present reminder about why he shouldn't get get too cocky.

He isn't self conscious about it, even though he's well aware that Chuck's eyes drop to see before coming back up and he's smirking, just a little. They've all got scars of their own - it's just, not all are visible.

Dropping to the bunk he rests his hands on Chuck's chest - it's a nice chest, too - and nudges him back, fingers dimpling the skin of Chuck's side.

Yeah, Chuck knows. He was left with a couple scars after the breach, still red and angry, but the worst ones were under the skin.

The smirk gets on Chuck's nerves though. He tilts his hips into Raleigh's hands and scoots back on the bed until his back hits the wall, legs opening and knees bent.

Can he grab back onto his ass now? It's be a good excuse to pull him closer, meeting Raleigh's blue eyes in a sort of fierce question.

Chuck sure can. Raleigh has no complaints about that - Chuck's hands are nice and strong, he can personally attest to that. As wild as the fighting style may be, Chuck packs a punch.

Cause of that, Raleigh's coming up right between those legs, smirk fading and he kind of just - looks at him for a second before moving to kiss him again. He nips sharply at that lower lip, too, and draws it out for a good long while because Chuck tastes good and it feels good and he can feel his cock twitching as he gets hard. Again.

Chuck would complain that Raleigh only took him down that time because had a better style
but uh
that's not better.

He tries to suck Raleigh's tongue into his mouth, tries to bite and rough the kiss. Raleigh seems to keep trying to make it nice and Chuck doesn't know what to do with that.

So he bites back, curls a leg around the backs of his thighs and grinds up, pushing their stiffening dicks against each other through a couple layers of clothes (some stupid americans should take care of that, Chuck was ready in his underwear for this).

Tough noogies Chuck Raleigh wasn't ready because he had to walk down the hall and he wasn't going up do that in his boxer. So shush.

But, you know, he will take care of it in a minute because while Chuck kisses him and turns it tough - dammit just let Raleigh revere you goddamn - he's fumbling with his pants and working to get them unzipped and off as quick as he can.

See now that is something Chuck can get in on. He shoves his hands into the back pockets and shoves his pants down eagerly.

He grins against Raleigh's mouth and rolls his hips up, sucking hard on his lower lip.

Psff who needs revering ~~who deserves it~~.

Dammit Chuck he's gonna get you one day, but apparently today is not that day. He's trying to go slow but Chuck? Making that impossible. He's getting Raleigh all riled up with his eagerness and toughness and Raleigh's touches and kisses are getting progressively harder and more demanding.

He's got to pull away in order to get the stupid things off, though its just long enough to kick them away and then he's back and pressing against Chuck, mouth hungry and seeking, hand slipping between Chuck's legs (damn they're pretty nice Chuck) to creep up.

And Chuck's just having the time of his life, getting one over on Raleigh like this. He keeps using his teeth, scraping them over Raleigh's lower lip and maybe duckng his head to press his mouth against his jaw and biting lightly there.

The fact that this coincides with his hand going fun places is entirely coincidental.

(and damn right they're nice, they exercise the same don't they?)

He muffles a groan by turning his face a little when Chuck nips, though it doesn't really works and only serves to make sure his breath passes Chuck's ear, damp and hot and wanting.

Fucking hell.

His hand keeps going, keeps going until he's smoothing his fingers over the outside of those shorts - because he can play a little dirty too; if Chucks gonna go after weak spots like his jaw and neck and hair, Raleigh is gonna get him back by prolonging and teasing, because he can be an ass like that and Chuck is totally provoking his vindictive side.

The sound and warmth over his ear prompts a full shudder out of Chuck, one that annoys him and makes him bite a little harder.

And really, that's not even fucking fair of Raleigh, it's not like Chuck knows these are his weak spots, they're just spots that are fun and within reach. He growls and bucks his hips insistently.

"Stop being such a fucking cocktease, Ray," he grunts, digging his fingers into Raleigh's ass and squeezing hard.

“Stop calling me Ray,” Raleigh growls back at him, eyes narrowing.

It’s pure vengeance that has him sliding his hand along the outside of the material, fingers tracing and teasing and taunting before he finally palms Chuck’s cock, though it’s still through those shorts because he’s a dick like that - he’s being an asshole and he knows it, and okay, he’s hard as fuck and his goddamn dick is aching but you know what Chuck can wait because Raleigh is biding his time and taking his time, moving from Chuck’s lips to his neck and ear instead.

"Make me," he taunts, or intends to until Raleigh is finally fucking touching him and then he's moaning much to his own annoyance but--fuck.

Through his shorts are just fiiiine, just fine.

If he'd keep fucking going. Chuck's panting under Raleigh, leaning his head back under the attention his neck's getting. "C'mon," he gasps, curling his other leg around Raleigh's thighs and squirming inelegantly. "What're you waiting for?"

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He's still got his dog tags on and they're dangling at his chest while he leans over, brushing against Chuck's skin whenever Raleigh moves.

"Taking my time, Hansen," he breathes, though his hands speak a little to the contrary. He's getting impatient and he needs more contact than what he's getting, so he's going to be gripping at Chuck's thigh with one hand while the other...

Well. Fuck groping him through those stupid shorts, he's going to start wriggling Chuck out of them.

The dog tags jangle and clink when they knock against Chuck's, and he's not sure why but he presses up for more of that as well. His breath hitches at every ting, overshadowed by the sounds his making from the hand on his cock.

Chuck is so okay to be naked, hips tilting and back curving to help Raleigh get his shorts off.
"So pretend the world's ending tomorrow," he retorts breathlessly, splaying back for optimal viewing.

That is a mighty fine view Chuck is giving him and Raleigh just has to pause and appreciate it for a second because DAMN.

"Fine."

He gives Chuck a sharp look and a final jerk has those shorts somewhere in the nebulous region that is 'off the bed'. Where they land is pretty inconsequential at this point.

Fine. End of the world - fine. He yucks down and presses angry, sucking kisses along Chuck's neck, leaning in before moving to his collarbone, hands digging blunt fingers into flesh.

Yeahh damn right he's giving a good view, the smug expression on his face says he knows what Raleigh's thinking.

He jerks his head in triumph when Raleigh finally gives him what he wants, grinning and baring his teeth. He leans his head back for his mouth, wraps his arms around him and drags his blunt nails up his back.

"That's it," he groans, half against his ear.

He encourages and Raleigh obliges; his teeth nip down on Chuck's neck, hands smooth over his skin and he's quickly working his way down his chest to his stomach, mouth leaving red marks on the trek down.

He's not being gentle anymore. Chuck made it clear that isn't what he wanted.

Oh hey there. Chuck leans back, sliding a hand into Raleigh's hair on the way down.

Raleigh can't really complain about being asked to not be gentle, can he? Not when Chuck's making the noises he's making at every bite, every mark, every extra hard grip of his fingers? The high, needy sounds with the faint hint of 'yes' each time?

Because otherwise, he's free to stop.

It's the noises that push Raleigh further and further, hands getting rougher, mouth leaving more and more strawberry colored marks worried into his skin.

His hands are finding Chuck's bare cock and stroking, rolling it in his hands, moving up and down and his thumb swipes over the tip as Raleigh's lips spread into a little smirk with every little needy noise that Chuck makes.

He lets out a soft hiss when he (finally, geeze) gets a hold of Chuck's cock, hand tightening momentarily in his hair. He's getting progressively louder the lower Raleigh was going, enough that he's started gritting his teeth and scaling back the sounds; just because the walls are thick doesn't mean they're soundproof.

The look on Raleigh's face would have Chuck scowling or rolling his eyes because hey screw you but--
"Fuck, don't stop," he groans, head thunking back against the wall.

Raleigh's mouth pauses at Chuck's lower abdomen, mouth hovering while his hand slowly works. It's a quick switch though, and soon his hand is replaced with the hot wetness of his mouth, tongue swirling as he leans to swallow Chuck fucking whole.

Chew on that one, jerkface.

Chuck's about to snap something like what the fuck's got him stopping but--

"oh fuck"

He actually doesn't mean to buck his hips, the couple blowjobs he's received have drummed it into him how poor blowjob etiquette that is and Chuck was trying to be polite but

"Fucking shit," Chuck's panting, body taut and arched on the bed.

His hand is quick to rest on Chuck's hips and force him back down on the bed, brow furrowing in anger. He's down here sucking your dick, Chuck, learn some goddamn respect.

Or Raleigh is gonna have to show you.

He's already sucking a little sharply in annoyance because while he's not object to having his mouth fucked he much prefers it on his terms and when he says so. So, Chuck's getting a little bit of punishment in way of tantalizingly slow strokes, tongue swiping over the tip again before he goes back down...nice, and slow.

"Agh you bastard," Chuck nearly whines, hips bucking and jerking against Raleigh's grip because of Raleigh's fucking tongue. "That was a fucking accident you aarse." the 'arse' is drawn out longer than he meant to because

tongue
tip

and fuck.

He lets go of Raleigh's hair to grip the sheets with both hands, keeping himself mostly in place.

Tongue, tip, yes -- all of it. Raleigh is pretty damn good at this, and he's good at drawing it out.

Hope Chuckles doesn't mind, because it's going to be a minute before his temper fades.

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