He squirm again, snorting at the near tickle of tongue against his neck and tilting his head to let him keep at it, if he wants.
He's also pushing his hand down, between their bodies and moving between Raleigh's legs, nudging them open as he fondles his balls. "You keep saying that, I'm starting to think you're not glad I did," he says quietly.
He goes easily onto his back, stretching out underneath Chuck and smiling
up at him, still hardly able to believe he's here after so long -
here and naked over him.
He's sort of watching Chuck with a hooded, pleased expression, lips pulling
into a smile, hands fluttering to rest lightly on Chuck's hips or shoulders
or sides -- wherever he can reach.
There're things he wants to say, reasons he didn't wait for him or what he did in the years between losing Raleigh and finding Sam or ask Raleigh questions--but not now.
Now all he wants to do is sink against Raleigh, fingers sliding up against the inside of his thighs and along the crease of his arse, and make absolutely sure he's still there.
As though Chuck could stop himself right now, could stop from pressing his fingers into Raleigh as he whines and squirms desperately. He's going slow, despite his own desperation, still unfamiliar with Raleigh's body.
"Yeah," he purrs, shifting so he's between his legs. "Yeah," he breathes, sliding his fingers out of Raleigh and slicking his cock up, leaning forward to nudge the head against him.
The sudden lack of fingers inside of him makes him suck in a breath, but the press of Chuck's dick has him alert and waiting, fingers digging into his sheets.
Chuck finally takes pity on his human and slides--presses--into him, sliding his fingers into his hair with both hands and pulling slowly as he pushes in.
Raleigh groans, breathing coming noisily through his nose, eyes
squeezing shut as he revels in the sensation of having Chuck inside of him
and slowly filling him up, inch by inch. It's that final joining puzzle
piece connecting together, and he feels complete for the first time in a
very, very long time.
"God," he breathes, cracking his eyes, smiling dizzily up at him, "'s
like...coming home."
He bottoms out and tilts his head to the side as he struggles to breath even (he wants to fuck Raleigh slow and hard into his crappy mattress but he's going slow, a habit he hasn't quite broken yet).
"You're home," he informs him, leaning in to kiss him as he rocks his hips into him a little deeper. It's why he came back. It's why he found him. It's why it hurt so much when he didn't come back for years.
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Raleigh's arms go back around him instantly, palms smoothing over his back as he laughs, pressing his face into Chuck's neck and nipping him gently.
"I'm used to it."
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Chuck tilts his head back to let Raleigh nip or press or whatever it is he'd like to do, he'll just rub a little against him until he warms back up.
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"Mhm."
His arms tighten around Chuck and he pulls him in, buries his face into Chuck's neck and breathes slowly, warm breath ghosting over his skin.
He's content to hold him like this for a bit, keep him close and warm them both up.
"Guess I should've turned the heater on. Would've, if I'd known."
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For. Friction. It heats things up. Yup.
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He smiles - it's a strange thing, to smile - and grips Chuck close, licks teasingly at his neck before nipping his ear.
"Shouldn't have come at all, but I'm glad that you did."
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He's also pushing his hand down, between their bodies and moving between Raleigh's legs, nudging them open as he fondles his balls. "You keep saying that, I'm starting to think you're not glad I did," he says quietly.
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Raleigh shivers underneath Chuck, hands sliding down to grip his ass.
"I'm glad," he murmurs, "I've been in love with you since I was a teenager, Chuck. I'm very glad."
He just worries.
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"I can take care of myself."
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"I know."
He goes easily onto his back, stretching out underneath Chuck and smiling up at him, still hardly able to believe he's here after so long - here and naked over him.
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He squeezes out some lube from the bottle and rubs his fingers together to warm it up some.
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He's sort of watching Chuck with a hooded, pleased expression, lips pulling into a smile, hands fluttering to rest lightly on Chuck's hips or shoulders or sides -- wherever he can reach.
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Now all he wants to do is sink against Raleigh, fingers sliding up against the inside of his thighs and along the crease of his arse, and make absolutely sure he's still there.
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Later. When they're sated and sprawled in bed, tangled up and sticky.
Ask then.
Now, Raleigh's shivering and squirming, pressing against Chuck's hands with a low whine.
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When Chuck finally presses fingers into him Raleigh exhales a sigh, muscles tensing then relaxing around Chuck's hand. He feels good, so fucking good.
"More--"
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"More?"
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You just want to hear him beg, don't you, Chuck Hansen.
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But you know. Not only. "You sound so beautiful," he mumbles, spreading his fingers inside of him.
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God, so rude.
"Y-yeah?" He gasps, twitching under those fingers, wriggling, pressign agaisnt them, seeking more.
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"Yeah," he purrs, shifting so he's between his legs. "Yeah," he breathes, sliding his fingers out of Raleigh and slicking his cock up, leaning forward to nudge the head against him.
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The sudden lack of fingers inside of him makes him suck in a breath, but the press of Chuck's dick has him alert and waiting, fingers digging into his sheets.
"Please--"
Oh God, no more teasing please please.
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"Yes," he agrees, mouth over Raleigh's.
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Raleigh groans, breathing coming noisily through his nose, eyes squeezing shut as he revels in the sensation of having Chuck inside of him and slowly filling him up, inch by inch. It's that final joining puzzle piece connecting together, and he feels complete for the first time in a very, very long time.
"God," he breathes, cracking his eyes, smiling dizzily up at him, "'s like...coming home."
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"You're home," he informs him, leaning in to kiss him as he rocks his hips into him a little deeper. It's why he came back. It's why he found him. It's why it hurt so much when he didn't come back for years.
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"So're you," he whines, hands reaching, gripping, looping around Chuck and keeping him close.
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