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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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Raleigh pulls back a little, because his lips are still swollen and stinging from the last encounter and Chuck's so fucking eager it's almost painful. He keeps him pressed against the mattress though, fights Chuck's resistance but he's looking down at him hungrily, knees settled against the mattress on either side of him so he can casually roll his hips to Chuck's.

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Chuck makes a faintly embarrassing noise and rolls up to meet him, fingers digging tightly into his hipbones.

He pants when Raleigh holds him down and just looks at him, a look in his eyes that making Chuck squirm even more.

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It's a hard look, too, and his hands move to start working at Chuck's pants, fumbling with the belt and the buckle before slowly dragging the zipper down on his jeans.

"You sure, Hansen?" He drawls, lifting himself a little so that he can drag Chuck's pants down, freeing his cock. "Sure you want Raleigh Becket?" Because everyone knows how much Chuck hates him.

It's not really a fair question when Raleigh's casually stroking Chuck's dick, though.

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These are not questions Chuck wants to hear. Second thoughts are not what Chuck wants to do.

"Yes," he growls, lifting his hips and groaning a little when his cock's exposed to the air. "Why, you--fuck--" he thrusts into Raleigh's hand, gasping.

"You sure you wanna do this with Chuck Hansen?" He murmurs, stretching out and watching Raleigh from under hooded lids, eyes dark and glittering. Because Jesus, he'll do this if Raleigh's only doing this to humor him, because they're drunk and stupid and are going to regret it later

But Raleigh doesn't need to talk about it.

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He moves down, dips his head and sucks a little on Chuck's cock, just casually laving him tip to root with his tongue before he comes up to answer.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Damn sure, actually. His head drops back down on top of Chuck's cock again, mouth taking him in, tongue stroking as he sinks back down.

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"Ah!" Okay the mouth is unexpected.

After that he doesn't really care what the answer was, Chuck grips the hair at the top of Raleigh's head for a second before moving his hand to his shoulder, panting a little.

"Yeah okay great," he whimpers. Er. Growls. Definite a growl.

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Sure it's a growl. Whatever you want to think, Hansen. Raleigh doesn't care, he's more interested in getting Chuck to 'growl' again.

But taking him all the way down to the root. Sup.

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W h a t. The what.

Chuck digs his fingers into Raleigh's shoulder and bucks hungrily, other hand coming up to press against his mouth. He's groaning, and the hand isn't really doing a lot to muffle anything.

"If I knew you were this good at sucking cock I'd have done something before now," he mutters, voice hitching.

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Good thing Raleigh is experienced otherwise that might've choke him. Just saying.

"Maybe you should've," he rumbles, pausing long enough to speak, stroking Chuck with his fingers in the interim.

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Well if he doesn't want Chuck to thrust, he can do something about that.

He snorts, rolls his hips into Raleigh's grip with another groan and a 'growl' he was so keen on before.

He won't say he's pretty sure Raleigh's only doing this because he's drunk.

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Shockingly, Raleigh isn't as drunk as Chuck thinks. Sure, he's been hitting bottles, but probably not as many as Chuck has.

The bitch about this being a guest room is that there's not really a healthy supply of...things so he's not sure he can offer much more than a very thorough blow job - which, by the way, Chuck is definitely getting.

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Well if he's that worried he could say something, Chuck's pretty sure there's at least some lotion that could double as lube.

Come on. They're already being stupid and irresponsible.

Though the blowjob, the blowjob is awesome, and Chuck's pretty sure his brain is gonna come out of his dick pretty soon.

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Probably, though Raleigh doesn't have any condoms.

It's okay though, he's cool with this, sucking and licking and casually pressing his fingers against Chuck just to give him a tease.

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Young and stupid and irresponsible!

...and drunk!

"Jesus," he groans desperately, pressing against his fingers and grabbing his hair to pull.

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Oh Chuck.

Raleigh makes a noise when his hair is tugged, a strangled his and he lets go of Chuck's cock with a wet pop and looks up at him, fingers gripping at his thighs. He keeps that up and he's damn sure gonna fart cherry lotion for a week.

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:c

Chuck lifts his head to see what made Raleigh pull of his cock (though the slide and pop are fucking obscene) and there a wild look in his eyes that sends another jolt through him.

He pulls on his hair again as an experiment, fingers curling and tugging slowly.

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His fingers dig into Chuck's thighs, eyes flashing.

"Hand me that lotion," he hisses, gesturing at the bottle by the nightstand.

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Ooooh. Fun party trick.

Chuck smirks and stretches to reach the bottle, tossing it in the vicinity of Raleigh's head.

"Yeah," he breathes, squirming to push his pants lower down his thighs.

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Good. Get both sets of pants off now.

Chuck, he's really sorry and he will apologize tomorrow, but he's slicking himself and pressing in without a lot of prep. He's not an asshole so he doesn't jut thrust home, but it's probably a little tight at first.

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"--fuck--!" Chuck jerks, hands grappling at Raleigh's biceps and digging his fingers into his skin. He pants several curses under his breath, thighs spreading wider to allow better access. It hurts, an unprepared stretch of skin that feels--

He won't argue, won't complain or tell him to stop, but uh. He's gonna need a second.

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He gives him the minute, shuddering as he's encased in heat. He passed the time by casually stroking Chuck's cock, fingers moving over the still slick skin before he wraps his hole hand around it and strokes.

"You alright?"

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The hand on his dick is helping, he's rocking a little into that and breathes in shudderingly.

"Fine," he means to growl, but it comes out as more of a weak groan. "Don't stop."

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He rolls his hop experimentally, testing to see if Chuck is bullshitting or not.

If he's not, he's gonna set a nice and steady pace, hand still on his cock.

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Okay maybe he flinches a little, but he also wraps his legs around his waist and refuses to let him pull out.

Chuck hisses when the movement starts and he reaches back to grip the pillows, digging his fingers into the fabric almost as an anchor.

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Well. Okay then. Chuck seems fine, so Raleigh is moving, rolling against him and continuing to stroke him. As Chuck loosens around him, he speeds up, goes harder, movements gradually getting rougher.