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After, he'll kill him after.

Ugh, Chuck is cursing Raleigh to a few generations back, and normally yeah he'd leave people's parents and grandparents alone but goddammit his legs are shakingand his dick is twitching and the sweat is rolling down his neck and Raleigh is such an arsehole.

He gives in and grabs his hair again--not to push him back down (because for all his complaints this is actually the best blowjob he's ever had not that he'll tell him that) but to pull, twisting his fingers in the strands.

Raleigh really can be, actually -- especially when it comes to shit like this. Ask people he's been with already - or actually, you know what? Don't. Don't do that, because it'd probably be awkward as fuck for Chuck and everyone involved.

So just deal, buddy.

He drags his mouth up, teeth the faintest trace of danger as he lifts his head, releasing the tip with a wet pop before staring - his hair is a weakness, it should be so obvious now by the way Raleigh is looking at Chuck like he's some sort of meal, eyes full of heat and lust and everything in between.

Are you kidding, a couple of rounds between people Raleigh's fucked sounds like the best idea ever.

If it wasn't obvious before it's finally clicking with Chuck, the connection between the hair and the pulling and the way Raleigh's looking at him now.

And you know, it's partially the slow drag of tongue and teeth and lip (and sort of that pop because that was fucking pornographic) but a big part is the look on Raleigh's face as he's looking down at Chuck and that's what sets Chuck's orgasm off. He arches again, back curved as he cries out, body shaking and sorta eyes rolling back for uh. Maybe a minute.

Sorry, there.

Well. Okay then.

Raleigh's...actually pretty fucking pleased with himself that a look is what does it, and to avoid the inevitable splatter he moves his face and grips Chuck's cock, stroking him through it and away from Raleigh.

Enjoy that on your own stomach, Chuck. Raleigh sure is.

Chuck just. He needs a few minutes to re-gather his brains.

But if he could talk sooner he'd say something like it wasn't just a fucking look, it was the look on the fucking tail end of of that whatever thing Raleigh was doing with his mouth, dammit.

He splays slowly, stretching his legs out and sagging against his bed with a soft sigh.

"...fuck."

He's up pretty quick, getting a towel but he's back quick enough -- he's not done, because he happens to still be hard as a rock.

"Yeah," Raleigh says, voice gravel, eyes still heated and full of lust. "Kinda what I'm lookin' to do, Hansen."

Chuck laughs, a soft breathy huff as he rolls his eyes at Raleigh, a lazy grin on his face.

"Gimme a sec and I'll get right on that, Rahhleigh," he drawls, rolling his back against the bed. He might tough Raleigh closer and nuzzle his neck a little. Sue him, a guy can feel cuddly after an orgasm like that, it's allowed.

Godammit, Raleigh loves the way Chuck always drawls his name. He hates being called Ray but fuck damn is it hot when Chuck bothers to say it right.

His hands flex in the sheets but he lets Chuck pull him in closer, hands pressing on either side as Chuck decides he wants to cuddle.

Fine. Raleigh relents and presses his cheek against Chuck's but he's making a point to roll his hips, reminding him that Raleigh would eventually like some release.

Yeahhh too bad Rahleigh's so hilarious when he's riled up over being called 'Ray'.

Chuck grunts and kisses the side of his neck softly, curls an arm around his waist. Bites softly.
Slides a hand down to squeeze his as and then moves it around to the front of his hips, palm flattening against his stomach.

"Don't beg, it's pretty pathetic," he murmurs against his ear as he curls his palm around his cock and squeezes loosely.

Raleigh sighs and drops his head a little so that its lightly resting on Chuck's shoulder.

"Not begging," he growls, breath hot on the other mans ear. "Just fucking ready." Come on Chuck this isn't your first go, right? You got all the essentials, don't you?

He shudders at the hot breath over his ear, hand twisting and squeezing over his cock.

"Yeah?" he breathes back, mouth against the big tendon of his neck. "Guess that means I gotta be too."

--Uh.
Well there's lube for. Personal use.
And yeah totally not his first time doing
all of this

"Would really appreciate it if you are."

If he's not, he better tell Raleigh now. The last thing Raleigh wants is to be a fucking regret; if Hansen is thinking twice, Raleigh is gonna bounce and jack himself off (angrily) in his room.

Also Chuck you unprepared ass. Good thing Raleigh keeps a condom in his wallet.

Which are in his jeans and...off the bed and annoyingly far.

This seriously isn't a fucking regret, Chuck didn't invite him here just to say 'nevermind' and kick him out.

he wasn't expecting to get lucky too much, he was sort of focused on fighting monsters???
(Well, and getting luckily once or twice.)

Chuck sucks on the side of his neck roughly, worrying the skin between his teeth. "So?" he purrs.

You never know. Chuck doesn't really have the soundest reputation of being an all around 'nice guy'.

Raleigh cups his head, fingers twisting in Chuck's hair as he pulls back and looks at him for a moment.

"One second."

He's gotta lean over and snag it, toss it on the bed and come back. Oh, AND reach and rattle for whatever shit Chuck has for his 'personal use' because that Raleigh doesn't carry and its kind of necessary.

He hasn't really needed 'nice'.

Chuck hisses and jerks against Raleigh when his hair's pulled, twitching in a confused sort of buck. He glares up and bares his teeth.

"I'll one second you," he mutters, stretching out lengthwise on his bed while Raleigh does whatever he's looking for. Though he does and grab the lune because seriously Raleigh is taking forever.

Listen Chuckles Raleigh is totally not taking forever and even if he is its for your benefit okay sheesh.

Rude.

He swats Chuck's hip in retaliation when he's back, and he's nudging himself back between those legs, leaning down and gripping Chuck's thighs to drag him forward so that they're resting on Raleigh's bent knees.

"Gimme that," he snaps, snatching it out of Chuck's hands so that he can move on and slick him down, fingers pressing in and crooking, twisting.

It's a little unforgiving.

Yeah well he's young and impatient so.

Chuck moves with Raleigh and spreads his thighs for him, offering up an eyeroll when the lube is so gracefully yanked away from him and--

"Fuck," he hisses, body jerking and trying to twist away from those fingers. One hand goes up to grab onto the headboard to stop himself pulling away completely because he's damned if he'll cry uncle against this guy.

But. "Jesus, you that pissed I thrust in your mouth?" he groans, and it's only like ten percent pained.

"Maybe I just like seeing you squirm," Raleigh snarls, lips curving up in an angry smirk thats lacking mirth. "Makes a damn pretty picture, that's for sure."

One finger then two; working, stretching, crooking - his expression as he watches Chuck move under his hands is predatory, pleased, and hard all at once.

And ok so he's not a complete ass, he's starting to stroke Chuck with his free hand, just because.

"Fuck you," Chuck groans, digging the heels of his feet into the bed as he lifts his hips against his hand.

Yeah. Yeah the hand on his dick is helping.

The look on his face, not so much. Chuck bites out a curse and reaches up for his hair again just as a convenient handhold as he tugs him down and closer to nip at his mouth and kiss him roughly. "Dick," he groans into his mouth, rolling his hips up.

"Gonna," he snaps, but his mouth is quickly covered and the kiss is returned, his tongue eagerly tangling together with Chuck's.

It's a distracting kiss, kind of, and his lace falters but then he's sliding his fingers out and grabbing the towel, his teeth retaliating against Chuck's aggression by nipping when he can.

It's a quick thing to fumble with the stupid rubber and slick himself down and position, and he's admittedly slower and a little more gentle than he was with his hands because tbh he's not confident Chuck has done this before.

So when he slides home, it's slow and easy, watching Chuck's face for cues.

He was sorta counting on the kiss distracting him from the unforgiving pace--he'd never ask for less, never admit he couldn't take something, but it did sorta make him wonder if Raleigh was gonna be the one regretting anything the next day.

Chuck sucks lazily on his tongue before he pulls away to get the condom on, distracting himself with any unsure feelings by eyeing Raleigh's chest.

He's done, you know, he's had sex with people before, just uh. Never managed to get to this point. He mighta tried a couple things on his own, but he's grateful for the slower. There's a faint flinch and then relaxing when he slides in, and he lets his breath out slowly, hand loosening a little in his hair.

He doesn't want to hurt Chuck. Not like this, at least. A few traded blows in a fight, a spar in the kwoon, that's one thing. This is another.

So he stays slow, easing himself in until he's flush to Chuck's hips with a jagged groan of pleasure.

Fucking hell, it's good. Better than good.

He slides an arm around Chuck, working it under his upper back so he can keep him close, dog tags clicking against each other.

"Christ you feel good," he breaths, hips starting to work in a steady rhythm.

Yeah yeah 'pound him until he can't speak' Chuck could kick his ass a few times in the kwoon. Later.

"Nnhg!" That was a sound, not an attempt at a word. Really. Chuck tightens his grip in Raleigh's hair again, briefly, body jerking up to meet his. The slow easing slide just kinda draws out the stretch, giving Chuck time to get used to it.

So it turns out a dick's a little bigger than a couple fingers at a time.

"Yeah," he pants back, curling up against Raleigh's torso. HIs voice hitches as they start to move and he wraps his legs around the backs of Raleigh's legs for better leverage.

Sure. Kick Raleigh's ass. Whatever you say, Chuckles.

"Fuck," he hisses, head dipping down because dammit - Chuck's doing that hair thing again and it's going to make Raleigh's hips thrust a little because Jesus Christ, that's good.

The pace is slow, steady - methodical. He's making sure Chuck's used to it before he really pounds him into the mattress, because, you know - that whole not wanting to hurt him thing.

Stop calling him chuckles

Chuck laughs breathlessly at Raleigh's clear lack of control when it comes to his hair, but if it makes Raleigh feel better the sharper thrusts sort of knock the breath out of him for a moment. He's getting more confident the more used he gets to this which means he's going back to being mouthy.

"That why you let your hair grow so it looks like this?" he pants in Raleigh's ear with a smirk curving against his skin. "Just want someone to grab a hold and yank?" (And then he'll be a little shit and pull it hard right then).

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