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[driftsolo]

[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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[simplepuzzle]

Yeah well shut up, orgasms are different.

The slow pace is helping. The urgency is passing and now he's good, it's just good, to stretch and press and hold his shoulder and enjoy. The babbling's less, too.

[driftsolo]

He keeps this up for a while, letting Chuck just relax and enjoy it, but there's eventually the flick of a bottle cap and then there's slick pressure against that ring of muscle, and Raleigh's casually sliding a finger in while still making sure to keep Chuck's cock encased in his mouth.

[simplepuzzle]

"Ah-" Chuck gasps a little, squirming once, back curving, before he stills and opens his thighs wider.

And really if Raleigh wants to stay like that and fingerfuck him and suck him just like this until Chuck comes, dissolving into a mess against and under him...

That'd be cool.

[driftsolo]

He's planning on it.

He adds another finger because he can, pressing in deep and casually twisting them so that he can crook, fingertips searching for the places that make Chuck groan and swear.

Meanwhile, his mouth never stops moving, never stops sucking and licking and tasting.

[simplepuzzle]

Oh

Chuck's back curves, thighs splaying open wider. "God, Raleigh," he groans. "Fuck, it's too--"

It's too much, dammit, he's not going to be able to last much longer, each swipe of Raleigh's fingers sending sparks of electricity shoot up his spine, each flick of his tongue urging the wave of pleasure closer.

[driftsolo]

That's fine. Chuck can come, that's the point of this. Raleigh sucks sharply, fingers are relentless in how they press and drag it out of him and he hums when he's got Chuck all the way in the back of his throat, sending vibrations down the length of his shaft before he pulls back up and hisses against wet skin;

"Come on, Chuck--"

And then be's back down again.

[simplepuzzle]

Yeah-yeah, it takes that downswipe to have Chuck coming, pressing back eagerly against Raleigh's hand and spilling into his mouth.

He'd really like to stay like that for a while, the drag and press of touch and tongue that was slowly pulling his mind out of himself, but he also can't really complain about an orgasm that actually makes him black out for a few moments.

Though that might be from other things.

Still.

[driftsolo]

Raleigh swallows easily and works Chuck down from it carefully, making sure he's finished (because Raleigh is thorough, if anything. And if he blacks out, that's okay, it gives Raleigh a minute to go get a drink, locate both sets of clothes and bring them into the bedroom, then crawl back up and flop beside him, sated and very satisfied with himself.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck shifts once he comes back to his mind and lifts his head, grinning lazily at Raleigh.

"I appreciate the level of your cocksucking skills," he mumbles, stretching out next to him and getting comfy.

[driftsolo]

Raleigh is a little but smug.

"Thanks." He says, leaning back on the pillows and taking a swig out of his bottle of water. He offers it to Chuck, brow lifted.

"Want some?"

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck does, he really does, but he idea of sitting up to get some is pretty daunting.

He manages, pushing himself up on arms that feel like jelly and reaching for the bottle, taking a few deep swigs.

[driftsolo]

He's wriggling under the sheets while Chuck takes a few sips, wanting to fully enjoy the fluff and comfort of this big ass expensive bed.

Thank you, PPDC.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck laughs quietly as he watches Raleigh roll around in the sheets.

"You're ridiculous," he informs him, setting the bottle down and getting comfortable in his own way.

[driftsolo]

"Me?" He's half buried because mmmm, this bed is wonderful. "Why?"

[simplepuzzle]

"Nothin," chuck shakes his head and yawns hugely. Okay, it's comfy, Chuck can stretch out against the giant pillows and doze off pretty soon.

[driftsolo]

"Could get under the covers," he points out from under his burrow. "Just saying."

[simplepuzzle]

"Could," chuck agrees.

Though. It does look comfy. Chuck pushes his way under the blankets and stretches out again.

This bed is so comfy he might not have panicky second thoughts once he wakes up.

[driftsolo]

Raleigh doesn't wake up panicky at all. He's happily curled around Chuck, breathing light but even. What's to panic about? Nothin'.

[simplepuzzle]

Well maybe 'panic' is the wrong word. Maybe just 'freak out'.

But he is verrrry comfy, and he can't even complain about Raleigh curling around him without bringing up the fact that he's curled right back, arms and legs a-tangle.

And it's not like he regrets it, but uh, now there's cold light of day issues to deal with. And mild hangovers.

[driftsolo]

Issues? What issues? Raleigh the happy puppy sees no issues.

Just fluffy blankets and a warm body.

[simplepuzzle]

Hah so he admits to being a puppy???!!!. ??.

And it's not too bad a hangover, just a pounding head and a dry mouth. Certainly not the worst Chuck has ever had.

....and all right this isn't the worst way to wake up, wrapped up and around in someone and a soft bed.

............he has to pee.

[driftsolo]

NO

Raleigh's out. You'll have to untangle yourself, Chuck.

[simplepuzzle]

Puuuuuuhhppy.

Chuck does eventually squirm his way out of Raleigh's tentacles and makes his way to the bathroom to empty his bladder.

...and then discovers the shower. Which, shortly into a shower, Chuck decides he'd like to take home with him.

[driftsolo]

It's a damn nice shower that's for sure. Raleigh eventually wakes up and hears it, stretches and sits up before rolling off the bed to go knock on the doorframe of the bathroom.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck leans out of the sliding glass door, wiping his hand over his face to wipe off the water.

"Shower's occupied," he calls out. "Toilet's free."