He goes with him easily, leaning over top of him and dipping his head low to kiss him thoroughly, deeply, tongue sweeping over his lips and plunging in his mouth, mapping it out and relearning it again and again.
Raleigh's wifebeater comes off then and it's tossed on the floor, his hands eager to find Chuck again and push at his layers, a soft laugh huffed against kiss stung lips.
"Anchorage," he murmurs. He figured he'd told Chuck that at some point
but...most of their time together had been spent playing and splashing and
soaking up the sun.
He lets Chuck tug his hands and Raleigh glances up at him, then gently
pulls it free and carefully puts it aside with the rest of their clothes.
Chuck shifts under him, flips them over on Raleigh's bed and looks down at him with a proprietary expression on his face.
This is before he leans down to slide their lips together some more, hands sliding up his sides and taking his time exploring his mouth, breathing out through his nose and trying hard not to grin. It disrupts the kissing.
Raleigh smiles sheepishly up at him, eyes hooded and heavy with emotion.
He's entirely comfortable with Chuck's hands on him, sliding over his sides
and over scarred flesh, though he's sort of giving Chuck a wary look,
silently begging him not to run or be disgusted.
The smile he's trying to hide, though -- that has Raleigh cupping his face
and chuckling quietly, breath a soft whoosh against his lips.
He's so, so thankful for that -- Janine hadn't run or been disgusted
but she'd had a lot of questions and as sweet as she was, she didn't much
like looking at them.
It's rough but tender; he feels that, feels Chuck's fingers tracing over
them, ridges and twisted old tissue underneath the pads of Chuck's fingers.
Raleigh licks his lips and shivers, clutching at Chuck all the more with
every stroke, hips tipping up to lazily grind in treutn.
Raleigh shivers again and threads his fingers through Chuck's hair, a sigh on his lips - a prayer, a mantra, please don't stop.
Don't ever stop.
"I want you," he murmurs, eyes a little glassy. They can discuss specifics later - where to live, HOW they'll live, whatever. Right now, Raleigh just...wants this. Wants Chuck.
Chuck stretches out over Raleigh, settles on him and continues to kiss down his arm, soft suckling kisses.
"You've got me," he mumbles against his skin. None of the rest of that matters; he can come back, Raleigh can live on a boat and follow them, whatever. They've got now, and that's what's important.
He grins as Raleigh relaxes under him, glad to see him like this; enjoying himself. He leans up to kiss his neck, soft at first and then he parts his lips to suckle at his throat, scraping his teeth until he's left a dark bruise for anyone to see.
Raleigh relaxes and relents, lets his hands move all along Chuck's skin -
wherever he can get to it, that's where he touches. He wants, he needs,
he's desperate for it. It's been too long, he's waited too long and
when Chuck worries a mark into his skin Raleigh groans, head back
and hips pressing up, lips curving slightly upwards.
God, he wants this, wants Chuck. He doesn't care how they do it, who 'tops'
he just wants it, needs it -- wants to fill Chuck up, be
filled up.
Time for that later. He's getting antsy and needy, tongue over his lips
when those pants disappear. Chuck's hands go to his zipper and he exhales,
shivering in anticipation, wanting Chuck to just get them off of him
already.
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"We've got better things to do," he agrees.
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Raleigh's wifebeater comes off then and it's tossed on the floor, his hands eager to find Chuck again and push at his layers, a soft laugh huffed against kiss stung lips.
"Were you cold...?"
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"It's not as though you've got a protective layer of fat keeping you warm." Humans are so weird.
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His hands linger at the skin though, pulling back because he's not sure if it's allowed or how comfortable he is.
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He notes Raleigh's hesitation and reaches to put his hands over his, pulling them to the skin. "Go ahead."
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"Anchorage," he murmurs. He figured he'd told Chuck that at some point but...most of their time together had been spent playing and splashing and soaking up the sun.
He lets Chuck tug his hands and Raleigh glances up at him, then gently pulls it free and carefully puts it aside with the rest of their clothes.
He won't keep it.
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Chuck smiles.
Raleigh won't keep him. Not like that.
He leans up to keep kissing him, hands curling around his wrists and pulling them to his waist.
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He wouldn't. He would never.
Raleigh grips Chuck's waist, fingers digging in, breath coming in increasingly rough pants, mouth seeking purchase; please, please kiss him, love him, touch him.
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This is before he leans down to slide their lips together some more, hands sliding up his sides and taking his time exploring his mouth, breathing out through his nose and trying hard not to grin. It disrupts the kissing.
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Raleigh smiles sheepishly up at him, eyes hooded and heavy with emotion. He's entirely comfortable with Chuck's hands on him, sliding over his sides and over scarred flesh, though he's sort of giving Chuck a wary look, silently begging him not to run or be disgusted.
The smile he's trying to hide, though -- that has Raleigh cupping his face and chuckling quietly, breath a soft whoosh against his lips.
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You stole his skin back for him, Raleigh, there's nothing about you that could make Chuck disgusted with you.
That's setting Chuck off, snickering quietly and leaving soft nips over his lower lip.
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He's so, so thankful for that -- Janine hadn't run or been disgusted but she'd had a lot of questions and as sweet as she was, she didn't much like looking at them.
It's rough but tender; he feels that, feels Chuck's fingers tracing over them, ridges and twisted old tissue underneath the pads of Chuck's fingers. Raleigh licks his lips and shivers, clutching at Chuck all the more with every stroke, hips tipping up to lazily grind in treutn.
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Chuck grinds back, slow and careful, moving his head to lay a brushing kiss against a scar ridge.
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Don't ever stop.
"I want you," he murmurs, eyes a little glassy. They can discuss specifics later - where to live, HOW they'll live, whatever. Right now, Raleigh just...wants this. Wants Chuck.
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"You've got me," he mumbles against his skin. None of the rest of that matters; he can come back, Raleigh can live on a boat and follow them, whatever. They've got now, and that's what's important.
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Raleigh shivers whenever lips meet his skin, fingers clutching at Chuck, touching and stroking, smoothing his hands over skin.
They sweep down his back and squeeze at his ass, smiling as his head tips back, reveling in the attention, in the affection.
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Raleigh relaxes and relents, lets his hands move all along Chuck's skin - wherever he can get to it, that's where he touches. He wants, he needs, he's desperate for it. It's been too long, he's waited too long and when Chuck worries a mark into his skin Raleigh groans, head back and hips pressing up, lips curving slightly upwards.
God, he wants this, wants Chuck. He doesn't care how they do it, who 'tops' he just wants it, needs it -- wants to fill Chuck up, be filled up.
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Hahaha no Chuck's pulling away from Raleigh to get his pants off, squirming out of them eagerly before reaching for Raleigh's zipper.
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Time for that later. He's getting antsy and needy, tongue over his lips when those pants disappear. Chuck's hands go to his zipper and he exhales, shivering in anticipation, wanting Chuck to just get them off of him already.
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He's mostly teasing, pretty occupied with pulling his pants down.
But if he wants them all the way off Raleigh is gonna have to move.
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Don't worry, he's lifting his hips so Chuck can tug them down and out of the way. He hasn't completely lost all sense of decorum.
He remembers how to have sex, it's just been a while.
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Chuck'll end up kneeling between Raleigh's legs amidst an awkward tumble of blankets. It's a good place for him to be.
He slides his palms up Raleigh's thighs, leaning over him and pressing his teeth against his hipbone.
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Chuck is more than welcome to show him, if he wants. He is completely okay with that, in fact.
He reaches his hands and threads them through Chuck's hair, scratching blunt nails over Chuck's scalp.
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