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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.
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 presses in Close against him, careful not to knock the tray over or shuffle anything, tongue sliding over Chuck's lips before slipping past to flick teasingly at his tongue.
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"Yeah," he hums. "Sounds like an idea. I'm warming up to it."
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He rocks against Chuck's knee, his towel slowly starting to fall loose as Raleigh pushes closer, wanting more out of the kiss.
"Good. C'mon."
Let him move this tray somewhere safe and they can go make use of that big bed.
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"You gotta move first, mate," he purrs, tugging his hair gently.
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Good point. But Chuck feels good against him and it's hard to pull away.
He makes himself do it, dragging away so he can stand up and grab the tray and go put it in the kitchen.
His towel falls at some point. Oh well.
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"Do you have lube or should I check the bathroom?" He asks while Raleigh's in the kitchen, heading his way to the bedroom. Unless the hotel kept things stocked, which would be good. But unlikely.
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"Have some. Check in my bag." The big duffle on the floor in the corner.
"Might be some in there." Condoms too.
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It's also a pretty good excuse to rifle through Raleigh's stuff.
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Nosy brat.
Raleigh expects it though, and he saunters back in, towel in his hand.
"Find it?"
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"Yeah. Were you expecting something?" Not that he cares, it's just something he's wondering about, if he's so prepared.
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"No."
He gives Chuck an even look.
"Hoping, maybe."
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...he might a little anyway, ears going pink and spreading down the back of his neck.
"Oh I know you don't mean me," he snorts, knocking the back back onto the floor. "You didn't even think of me before I got drunk and pounced you last night."
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"You a mind reader?"
He's making his way over to chuck, a brow lifted.
"Because if not, then..." He comes up and slips his arms around him.
"Shut it." Because Chuck is hot, he's thought so for a while.
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"Yeah, I bet you wanted to pound me, but I don't think it was with your dick," Chuck smirks up at him and presses both palms against his ass, squeezing hard.
He still doesn't think he'd be in it if things hadn't been for Chuck ambushing him.
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"Both," he growls a little, letting Chuck pull him into his lap.
"Always tempted to do both."
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Not that he's opposed to the other pounding.
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His head tips back, hold tightening on Chuck as he lets out a soft little sigh.
"You're in the clear for that." No black eyes for Chuck.
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"Lucky me," he grins, digging his nails into his ass for a moment.
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He groans, breath catching in his throat as his grip tightens.
"Yeah. Lucky you."
Sitting here with a squirming Raleigh Becket who isn't going to kick your ass.
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"Yeah, you want me to fuck you into the mattress or did you wanna stay like this?" He asks, breath hot against his neck.
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"You know I do."
He pulls his head back up and bumps noses with him, teeth finding his lower lip.
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He could do both, if that was the answer.
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His hands come up and push into Chuck's hair.
"Fuck me into the mattress, Chuck."
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"God that sounds hot," he growls over Raleigh's mouth, rocking against him roughly. "When you talk dirty."
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