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That's fair. Maybe he would have laughed, too. That kind of commitment would have been insane.

Things are different now. They have a life, a real life. And Raleigh can't imagine it without his other half. He doesn't want to. Can't. Won't.

"I think you're mine. I think you're it for me, you're the one. Have you ever heard the stardust theory?"

Chuck can't, either. Wont. Refuses to. There's nothing for him to go home to, anyway. Even if there was, he wouldn't leave. Not for anything.

Maybe not even his mom.

"Stardust? Nah, that's a new one. Lay it on me."

"Well," squeezing his grip on Chuck's ass. His voice is low and purring.

"At the beginning of everything, all matter in the universe was condensed. When the big bang happened all that stardust went shooting out and became the cosmos. We're made of that same matter and, theory goes, finding your soulmate is finding the person full of the stardust that was next to- or a part of- the stardust inside you."

"That's very romantic, Ray," he murmurs, shimmying ever close, tipping his head, rocking his hips against Raleigh.

"Where'd you hear that?" Because it's lovely but also scientific and Chuck can't help but ask.

"I read it in a book," he purrs back, the twist of a smile on the corner of his lips as he begins to tease.

"They're these paper things that boomers read before TikTok. You might like them."

"Oi, dickhead," he says, nipping at Raleigh's lower lip. "TikTok was a perfectly valid source of information, I'll have you know."

"Oh yeah? Site your sources," Raleigh teases and pulls his hands back before tucking them down Chuck's pants and reclaiming his favourite groping position.

"Shit, I learned more from TikTok than I did the normal news outlets, that's for damn sure."

Chuck is slowly pushing Raleigh up against the counter, easing a hand between them, down to grope at Raleigh's cock.

"I don't wanna talk about TikTok. I wanna suck your dick for bein' so nice to me."

"Oh," he answers with a playful purr. He tips his hips forward with invitation, his pants already far too tight for comfort. He can't help it, Chuck just does that to him.

"Then by all means go ahead."

Good. As long as Chuck keeps getting that reaction outta Raleigh, he's a happy camper.

"Thanks, dear."

Cause he will, he's gonna sink down, slide to his knees and settle his hands on Raleigh's hips, peer up at him with a little smirk on pouty lips.

"You sure?"

Raleigh juts his chin out a bit, narrowing his eyes as a trill of challenge and want races down his spine. He places a hand in that soft, ginger hair and smoothes it for a second before taking a firm grip. He knows you like a little manhandling.

"Shut up and suck my dick, Hansen."

He laughs, though Raleigh's fingers tight in his hair send a thrill down his spine that settles hotly between his thighs, cock twitching.

"Yes, daddy," he purrs, fumbling with Raleigh's belt and button and zipper, easing him free before he leans in to lick a stripe from base to tip.

Oh ho~ Is that the game they're playing tonight. Right. He sees. Two men with enormous daddy issues, this never gets weird or anything.

Raleigh forcibly pushes himself away from that thought and leans back against the wall, tugging Chuck's hair a little tighter. They've done this more times than he can count and yet every time Chuck touches him Raleigh is alight with the racing excitement of a first encounter. This man he loves despite their rocky start. This man who has chosen him and stuck with him for better or worse through more than either of them should have ever gone through. This man he chooses in return and loves deliberately, on purpose.

For a moment there are no words to speak. No noise but a soft, caught breath as Chuck encases him with warm, wet heat and a tongue that knows him better than anyone. He gives a deep moan, low in his chest and submits to the pleasure that washes over him. But.. well, he had plans.

"Don't make me come." a command. Be good for your daddy.

"I wanna fuck you stupid."

The floor makes his knees ache a little, but it's just something that adds to the experience, the way it feels to kneel on concrete and swallow Raleigh Becket down whole. He's gotten good at it; Raleigh's a bloody monster and it's taken him the better part of a year to be able to properly deep throat, but Chuck is nothing if not a dedicated man, and has risen to the challenge with great success.

He whines a little when Raleigh speaks, because he's having such a nice time down here on his knees, but he listens, because frankly what Raleigh's commanding benefits them both - greatly.

So he pulls back and sits on his haunches, looking up at him (a little smug), lips damp with spit and flushed, a hand squeezing Raleigh's hip.

"By all means, love."

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