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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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[driftsolo]

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

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

[simplepuzzle]

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.

[driftsolo]

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.

[driftsolo]

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?"

[simplepuzzle]

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."

[driftsolo]

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.

[simplepuzzle]

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.

[driftsolo]

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.

[simplepuzzle]

He hooks his ankles together around Raleigh's waist, panting as he's fucked, shuddering with each drag of flesh against flesh.

"You're such a dick," he groans, head falling back as he jerks into his hand, mouth open. He's not saying stop.

[driftsolo]

"And you're a shithead," he pants, hips rolling, body coming to meet Chuck's again and again, thrusts long and powerful. "Peas in a pod, Hansen."

[simplepuzzle]

"Nnothing like you," he groans, voice hitching and breaking with Raleigh's thrusts, arms still up and holding onto the pillows above his head. "Ahh, ahfuck yeah.."

His body's gotten used to the slide and stretch and now he's just bending his knees, tilting his hips to welcome Raleigh, urge him deeper. He feels a little wanton like this, but can't really bring himself to care.

[driftsolo]

Jesus Chuck does look wanton and Raleigh is about to just devour him, eyes lighting up as he moves faster, harder, hands eager to touch and smooth over him, mapping out every inch that he can.

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Chuck gives up, lets go of the pillow and reaches to pull Raleigh down on top of him as he surges, kissing him sloppily.

What's coming out of him is not a needy whimper, no desperate sounds, but it's not any sort of controlled noise. He scrabbles against Raleigh's back with one hand, grips his hair with the other and pushes up to meet his thrusts. Raleigh had brought him close with his mouth and now--

He digs his nails into his scalp, his back, as he arches, dragging furrows into his skin as he shouts out in a hoarse cry.

[driftsolo]

Chuck's noisy. Raleigh likes that, and makes a mental note to encourage more of those sounds from Chuck - those are good sounds. Very, very good sounds and every one of them makes Raleigh shudder; Chuck cries out and Raleigh pushes harder, deeper, fingers digging into his skin as he hisses incomprehensible things into his ear like yeah, you feel good, fucking shit hansen--

He wriggles a hand between them, finds Chuck's cock and pumps, because Raleigh's losing himself way too quickly.

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It's really more what Raleigh's saying, the rougher he's getting, that sends Chuck over the edge more than actually being jerked off.

The shout gets louder, longer, and sorry Raleigh but his nails are digging in deeper as he drags them over his skin.

He locks his ankles around his waist as he comes, holding Raleigh in as he pulses and clenches around him.

[driftsolo]

Fucking shit, he's going to have serious marks. He doesn't care though, it just spurns him on, Chuck's shout and nails sending him over that edge.

He's left panting and holding into Chuck like he's a lifeline, head dropped and resting on his shoulder as he breathes raggedly, breath hot on Chuck's skin.

Jesus.

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Chuck's mind's too blown to really think or worry about the sort of mess that's taking place around his ass, but he'll make annoyed sounds about that later, never fear.

Cos mostly in this haze of alcohol and orgasm, that's actually kind of......rly rly hot. Chuck's hands relax against his skin and he starts sort of stroking his hair shakily. He doesn't really trust himself to speak, and isn't sure what to say anyway.

[driftsolo]

Farting cherries, Chuck.Farting. Cherries.

Raleigh isn't really sure what to say either (except maybe that he's gonna owe whoever owns the house an apology for the mess on the bedspread, oops) so he just rests against him, eyes squeezed shut.

[simplepuzzle]

Y yeah he's gonna need to scrub himself pretty thorough.

Whoever's hosting the party should know that this sort of thing would happen, they only have themselves to blame.

Raleigh's sort of heavy, pressing down against Chuck. There's something sort of calming about it though, and Chuck's too tired to say anything or push him off. He's gonna keep carding his hair until the spell's broken.

[driftsolo]

He doesn't want to move, but he does carefully slide himself free, wincing internally because way to go Becket, no condom no lube huge mess.

Oh well.

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Chuck makes a noise because--emptied, lotion....man.

He stretches out carefully, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"That was probably stupid," he mutters, wincing as moving reminds him of the state of his arse. He's talking about no condom and lotion--and no prep, thanks, Becket. Mostly.

[driftsolo]

"Yeah."

He's not...denying it, because everything about what they did was probably dumb as hell.

Well.

Almost everything.

"Not all of it."

[simplepuzzle]

...seriously?

Like, Chuck's not gonna be pissed at Raleigh when he sobers up (well maybe for not prepping him), but is Raleigh going to pretend they can get along now?

"You sure about that?"

[driftsolo]

"Positive."

He stretches, and flinches. He needs a shower, pronto. He's pushing himself to a seated position so that he can glance around the room, looking for a bathroom - hopefully one is connected to the room.

That'd be boss.