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suicidemission) wrote2013-10-30 02:58 pm
suicidemission) wrote2013-10-30 02:58 pm
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[ Chuck's breathing is picking up and hitching in his throat when Raleigh's just getting started; it maybe doesn't worry Raleigh so much, because he's just as strung out on a hair trigger as Chuck seems to be, but it's material for concern. Raleigh strokes the soft skin of Chuck's inner thigh idly with his thumb as he fucks his fingers in, scissoring them quick and dirty, a mindless, soothing counterpoint to the rough movement of his fingers. ]
You good? [ Raleigh's voice sounds strained; he clears his throat, kneeing up closer to kneel between Chuck's knees. He wants to kiss him, especially when Chuck's looking like this -- cracked open and trembling all over, but maybe Chuck wouldn't want that now. Spread on his back, as close and vulnerable as he is. ]
You good? [ Raleigh's voice sounds strained; he clears his throat, kneeing up closer to kneel between Chuck's knees. He wants to kiss him, especially when Chuck's looking like this -- cracked open and trembling all over, but maybe Chuck wouldn't want that now. Spread on his back, as close and vulnerable as he is. ]
Yeah, mate.
[ he tries to drawl, stay cocky and arrogant and in control but he's so far away from having a handle on things it's laughable. HE's losing track of what he should be doing with his hands and he's reaching for Raleigh without thinking, gripping at his forearm and digging, tugging, come closer please so he can kiss you.
He's fucked up somewhere along the line; this wasn't supposed to mean anything, right? It -- it shouldn't have but maybe it does and that's scary and terrifying and Chuck fucking wants it, wants this chance to have something without it being ripped away from him. ]
'S Fine. C'mere.
[ he tries to drawl, stay cocky and arrogant and in control but he's so far away from having a handle on things it's laughable. HE's losing track of what he should be doing with his hands and he's reaching for Raleigh without thinking, gripping at his forearm and digging, tugging, come closer please so he can kiss you.
He's fucked up somewhere along the line; this wasn't supposed to mean anything, right? It -- it shouldn't have but maybe it does and that's scary and terrifying and Chuck fucking wants it, wants this chance to have something without it being ripped away from him. ]
'S Fine. C'mere.
[ He goes all too willingly when Chuck tugs him forward, lifting himself up on one elbow and leaning over Chuck. The hollow of Chuck's throat smells like relay gel and sweat when Raleigh presses his mouth there, kissing open against the curve of collarbone, Chuck's dog tags digging into his chin. He smells good, and he tastes amazing; Raleigh closes his eyes against a pulse of heat that pushes beyond the boundaries of normal want, and -- Raleigh wants him, more than he can remember ever wanting anyone.
His eyes are open for when he kisses Chuck again, though. He wants to see his face.
Raleigh kisses him with the sharp edge of teeth, Chuck's chin caught in between his fingers to coax his mouth to give so that Raleigh can lick into Chuck's mouth, sighing into the kiss. The fingers inside Chuck have stilled their motion; Raleigh pulls them out as carefully as he can manage, wiping them off on the sheet. He wants inside. ]
His eyes are open for when he kisses Chuck again, though. He wants to see his face.
Raleigh kisses him with the sharp edge of teeth, Chuck's chin caught in between his fingers to coax his mouth to give so that Raleigh can lick into Chuck's mouth, sighing into the kiss. The fingers inside Chuck have stilled their motion; Raleigh pulls them out as carefully as he can manage, wiping them off on the sheet. He wants inside. ]
[ He lets Raleigh go when he follows Chuck's command, lifting his hand to card through Raleigh's hair at the back of his head, gripping gently in the blond strands and savoring how it feels in his grip.
And it -- it feels good, right. He likes it, likes the way Raleigh's sweat slicked hair sticks against his palm and the way Raleigh's fingers graze the stubble at his chin, the kiss sharp and whiskery and intense.
He shudders underneath the weight of it, groaning against Raleigh's mouth when he suddenly finds himself emptied and devoid of fingers and in retaliation (or preparation), his hold tightens, muscles tense throughout his body before he relaxes and tips his hips, almost an invitation. ]
And it -- it feels good, right. He likes it, likes the way Raleigh's sweat slicked hair sticks against his palm and the way Raleigh's fingers graze the stubble at his chin, the kiss sharp and whiskery and intense.
He shudders underneath the weight of it, groaning against Raleigh's mouth when he suddenly finds himself emptied and devoid of fingers and in retaliation (or preparation), his hold tightens, muscles tense throughout his body before he relaxes and tips his hips, almost an invitation. ]
Edited 2013-11-15 14:22 (UTC)
[ -- Chuck shouldn't do shit like that if he wants Raleigh to last.
It's so wired to hit Raleigh's turn-ons that he wonders if Chuck might've figured it out beforehand, somehow, except that the firm grip Chuck's keeping in his hair is -- diluting any care Raleigh might've felt about how Chuck could've known. There's sweat gathering at the small of Raleigh's back, on his nape; Chuck is burning up underneath him like a live wire, and the tone of his voice when Chuck groans is hot enough that Raleigh has to break away from Chuck's demanding kiss, shut his eyes and breathe, dry-mouthed, thumbs briefly skimming the soft skin under Chuck's ribcage.
Raleigh fumbles for the discarded condom and rips open the packaging with his teeth, rolling it on, hands jerky and erratic with poorly-veiled impatience.
Somewhere along the way, Chuck's lost some of his cockiness. Raleigh wonders when that'd changed, but he figures Chuck deserves something for it. Raleigh's not as rough with him when he hikes Chuck's hips atop his thighs, smoothing his hands up along Chuck's and holding him steady.
Last chance to call it off. Raleigh locks eyes with Chuck and shivers against a roil of heat, lining himself up, fingers bruise-tight on Chuck's hipbones. ]
Okay - [ It's the only warning he can give before he's pushing forward, a first stuttered roll of hips. ]
It's so wired to hit Raleigh's turn-ons that he wonders if Chuck might've figured it out beforehand, somehow, except that the firm grip Chuck's keeping in his hair is -- diluting any care Raleigh might've felt about how Chuck could've known. There's sweat gathering at the small of Raleigh's back, on his nape; Chuck is burning up underneath him like a live wire, and the tone of his voice when Chuck groans is hot enough that Raleigh has to break away from Chuck's demanding kiss, shut his eyes and breathe, dry-mouthed, thumbs briefly skimming the soft skin under Chuck's ribcage.
Raleigh fumbles for the discarded condom and rips open the packaging with his teeth, rolling it on, hands jerky and erratic with poorly-veiled impatience.
Somewhere along the way, Chuck's lost some of his cockiness. Raleigh wonders when that'd changed, but he figures Chuck deserves something for it. Raleigh's not as rough with him when he hikes Chuck's hips atop his thighs, smoothing his hands up along Chuck's and holding him steady.
Last chance to call it off. Raleigh locks eyes with Chuck and shivers against a roil of heat, lining himself up, fingers bruise-tight on Chuck's hipbones. ]
Okay - [ It's the only warning he can give before he's pushing forward, a first stuttered roll of hips. ]
Edited 2013-11-15 17:25 (UTC)
[ Chuck feels like he’s on fucking fire right now – like he’s a bomb ready to go off though his eyes are opening and he’s sort of giving Raleigh a lazy, smug look when the older Ranger has to stop and breathe, pause because Chuck’s just that fucking hot.
It feels like a victory when he watches Raleigh fumble with the wrapping and to get the condom on and when he’s finally fucking finished Chuck feels very triumphant, like he’s won an Olympic gold medal in something.
He looks like a wanton, breathy mess though – Raleigh’s hands and fingers send tingles and shivers up and down his spine and he licks at his lips, eyes dilated and a little unfocused as Raleigh straddles him, pulls on his legs and opens him right up, baring Chuck and leaving him vulnerable for Raleigh to slowly pick apart. ]
C’mon, mate-- [ he pants, then whines and drops his head back when Raleigh slowly slides in, breathing picking up in pace and hands clutching at the sheets. ] Yeah, c’mon--
It feels like a victory when he watches Raleigh fumble with the wrapping and to get the condom on and when he’s finally fucking finished Chuck feels very triumphant, like he’s won an Olympic gold medal in something.
He looks like a wanton, breathy mess though – Raleigh’s hands and fingers send tingles and shivers up and down his spine and he licks at his lips, eyes dilated and a little unfocused as Raleigh straddles him, pulls on his legs and opens him right up, baring Chuck and leaving him vulnerable for Raleigh to slowly pick apart. ]
C’mon, mate-- [ he pants, then whines and drops his head back when Raleigh slowly slides in, breathing picking up in pace and hands clutching at the sheets. ] Yeah, c’mon--
[ Scratch what he said about Chuck’s cockiness – the grin he levels Raleigh is one hundred percent smug, completely shit-eating. It looks kind of ridiculous on his face, eyes dilated and cheeks flushed like they are, but it’s still irritatingly hot, Chuck smirking like that. He’s always known how to mash Raleigh’s buttons.
Other people might push with the tip of a finger; Chuck smashes them in with his fist.
They’ve done so little prep, so Raleigh tries to be careful -- fucking in slowly, fingers hard on Chuck’s hips to hold him still, not pulling out, just grinding forward and forward and in-in-in, relentless and hot and so good it's making his head spin, hard to keep his breath from shuddering out of him all at once. Raleigh drops his head forward on his shoulders, eyes closed, mouth hanging open.
Fuck, but Chuck’s tight. That makes him pause after he’s bottomed out; Chuck probably needs some time to adjust. For leverage, Raleigh gets a hand under Chuck’s knee, hikes Chuck’s leg over his shoulder and bends a little ways forward, back muscles tight and tense with the strain.
Raleigh locks eyes with Chuck. ] You good?
Other people might push with the tip of a finger; Chuck smashes them in with his fist.
They’ve done so little prep, so Raleigh tries to be careful -- fucking in slowly, fingers hard on Chuck’s hips to hold him still, not pulling out, just grinding forward and forward and in-in-in, relentless and hot and so good it's making his head spin, hard to keep his breath from shuddering out of him all at once. Raleigh drops his head forward on his shoulders, eyes closed, mouth hanging open.
Fuck, but Chuck’s tight. That makes him pause after he’s bottomed out; Chuck probably needs some time to adjust. For leverage, Raleigh gets a hand under Chuck’s knee, hikes Chuck’s leg over his shoulder and bends a little ways forward, back muscles tight and tense with the strain.
Raleigh locks eyes with Chuck. ] You good?
Edited 2013-11-16 06:36 (UTC)
[ He hisses, sucking in a sharp gasp when Raleigh slides in fully, filling him right up and leaving him trembling and shaking and feeling so, so completed.
It's a bit terrifying to be honest but he tries not to let that show, tries to keep the cockiness in place but really, he just manages a shudder while Raleigh adjusts them, his hands groping blindly for purchase on Raleigh's upper arms.
Raleigh looks him dead in the eye and Chuck swallows, manages a crooked little grin. ]
Yeah, yeah. 'S fine.
It's a bit terrifying to be honest but he tries not to let that show, tries to keep the cockiness in place but really, he just manages a shudder while Raleigh adjusts them, his hands groping blindly for purchase on Raleigh's upper arms.
Raleigh looks him dead in the eye and Chuck swallows, manages a crooked little grin. ]
Yeah, yeah. 'S fine.
didn't know you liked to stare so much, ray