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[ooc; continued from here]

Psh, Raleigh doesn't mind being obvious that much.

"Hold me to what?" Raleigh smirks at Chuck, shirt hanging open as he stuffs his hands into his own pockets, leading Chuck inside to the elevators and winking at the front desk girl on the way over.

If Raleigh was gonna change his mind, Chuck'd know it by now. They wouldn't be getting in the elevator and Raleigh wouldn't be swiping his card and punching the 17 button, and he sure wouldn't be pushing Chuck against the wall and wedging a knee between his thighs, mouth settling on Chuck's neck.

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He laughs, the sound echoing through the rest of the suite.

"Least someone thinks so."

Raleigh shudders at that, hands dropping to fumble with his belt, the button and zipper so he can pull it down, giving Chuck the option to free him or not.

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"Guess so." Chuck bats at Raleigh's hand--he can do it!--but tugs his pants and underwear down his hips enough to get at his cock.

He looks at it a moment with eyes narrowed like he's deciding from what angle to tackle it, sizing it up so to speak. He curls his hand around the base and strokes slowly, running his tongue over the head.

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His hand settles on Chuck's head, fingers sliding through his hair as Raleigh leans back against the table, feet apart while Chuck takes a good look at his cock.

His grip tightens when he's stroked and when the wet heat of Chuck's tongue circles him, he makes a noise that's half strangled, half pleased.

"More."

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Chuck makes a mug noise; if Raleigh's pulling his hair and it's not to pull him off, it's gotta mean good things right?

Plus those noises. Chuck wants to coax more of those out and that's the only reason he obeys, dragging his tongue back over the head in a slower swipe, mouth opening as much as a smirk allows.

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Good things, yeah. Something like that.

Chuck obeys and if its either willingly or out of spite Raleigh doesn't know or care, because whatever it is it's working; Raleigh groans again, head tipping back as muscles in his hips twitch with every pass of Chuck's tongue.

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He mouthes the head, lashing his tongue against the slit before pulling his head back, moving his fist slowly.

The whiskey and 'shine is still sort of weighing his head down and it would be so easy to lean against Raleigh's hip and jerk him off but the taste of the older Ranger is heady, the feel of his dick against his tongue and what it does to Raleigh urging him on.

Chuck leans back on his heels and wraps his lips around the head again, slides his head down slowly.

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Raleigh mumbles some kind of unintelligible swear, the effort of not bucking his hips into Chuck's mouth monumental.

His hand rests on Chuck's head, fingers lacing in his hair as he shudders, cock twitching in his grip.

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Chuck sucks eagerly, drawing his mouth back to keep himself from drooling. He lets out a faint snort when he realizes Raleigh's holding himself back and reaches around, palming his ass and pulling him in deeper.

He might gag, a little, not used to uh, this, but he's not backing down. Plus, he's making these sort of pleading noises that should tell Raleigh how much he's into it.

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It's all the encouragement he needs; he still doesn't want to choke him, but he doesn't hold back nearly so much anymore. The noises Chuck makes are driving him crazy and the younger Ranger's mouth is hot, wet, and very inviting. It has him shuddering all the way from the top of his spine to his toes, and he groans.

"Chuck--"

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Oh Chuck can feel Raleigh shuddering and it just urges him on, bobbing his head and managing to slide his mouth all the way down.

He jerks back once his lips bump base, breathing sharply through his nose. He doesn't stop though, curling his fingers around Raleigh's hips and digging his nails into the bone and humming in pleasure. It's sloppy, uncoordinated, but very enthusiastic.

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Doesn't matter how sloppy it is, Raleigh can still feel every move that Chuck makes, every pass of his tongue and every press of his fingers against his skin.

He slides a hand over chuck's head, threading through his hair while the other supports his weight by gripping the edge of the table.

"Christ--"

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He darts his gaze up to Raleigh's face, panting through his nose.

Chucks hands slide fingers under his waistband and pulls his head back to suck on the head eagerly, tongue circling the ridge and whining high in the back of his throat. He's hard, straining the front of his pants and he's tempted to let go of Raleigh's hips, or at least release one hand to shove down the front of his pants and giving himself some relief.

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Hnnnnghhh fuck and Chuck looking up at him like that has Raleigh dragging in a breath.

"S-stop--"

Because he's going to explode soon if Chuck doesn't and he has no idea if, uh, that's something Chuck's gonna be okay with.

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There's a desperation in Raleigh's voice that has Chuck feeling smug, but he pulls off quick with a frown.

"Why, was that--'s something wrong?"

Because it'd looked like he was enjoying it. Chuck wipes his mouth of the extra saliva and savors the flavor of the man on his tongue.

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"No,--" he wheezes; if he grips the table any harder he might break it.

"Gonna-- lose it, if you keep going. Didn't know--"

Some people don't like that, just saying but for God's sake if you don't mind keep going.

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Chuck grins, smugness filling him fit to bursting, about enough to make him wanna try--

and the moonshine is telling him to go for it.

So he leans forward again, swallowing half his cock and sucking greedily.

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Oh fuck, oh Jesus, oh God--

Raleigh's hold on both the table and Chuck's hair tightens, and he bucks a little, a whimper (fuck, no, it's not a whimper) escapes his lips because it is going to take about five more seconds of this and he's done.

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That was so a whimper and that just gets Chuck swallowing more down his throat, one hand sliding around his hips to grip his ass. It's filling him up with a feeling of far too much power and he's not sure he wants to give that up yet.

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Oh God. Oh God, he's so done. He lets out a shout, muscles going tight and back arching a little as he finally loses his mind and comes, body shuddering as he spills.

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--Annnd Chuck might've bitten off more than he could chew. So to speak.

He swallows, but jerks back at the taste and suddenness but he hangs on, nails digging into his skin to steel himself. His thumb rubs the base of Raleigh's slowly softening dick as he rocks back on his heels, running his tongue over his lips.

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Raleigh is having trouble standing. He's weak kneed and clinging to the table like it's a life saver, eyes half hooded and fixing on Chuck.

"...I should. Sit down."

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Chuck's wiping the stray uh, stuff off his face, feeling nearly as dazed as Raleigh sounds.

"I'm gonna get something to drink," he says hoarsely, pushing himself up unsteadily. He's still achingly hard himself, but there's a pretty pressing need to rinse.

He's not feeling bad about it, though. There's a calm that's settling in his gut as he stands and makes his way to the cabinets where glassware is provided.

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Raleigh is right behind him, though he's pulling open the suites fridge, surveying what there is.

"Coke, diet, Sprite, water. Pick your poison."

Because after you do that, he's going to drain you dry.

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CHuck leans over and gets a bottle of water, leaning back against the counter and smiling lazily at him.

"Probably a better choice," he murmurs, unscrewing the top and taking a long drink.

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"Probably the smartest," Raleigh agrees. He's patient, too -- he waits for Chuck to take a drink, swallow it down, wash the taste of Raleigh Becket out of his mouth before he's coming closer, fingers reaching to touch him on his chest, hips, arms.