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[lefthemisphere]

 

"It's Chuck. Leave a message."

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[righthemisphere]

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."

[lefthemisphere]

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.

[righthemisphere]

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."

just. cw's all over the place

[lefthemisphere]

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."