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[suicidemission]

Well. You could say it. You could fluff his ego and build him up. He'd never let you forget it, though. That's the only real con.

Regardless - he's fumbling to get Raleigh's pants out of his way. He wants to suck your cock and gag himself on it, baby.

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Maybe, then. Maybe maybe maybe.

Right now he is way too focused on Chuck on top of him. The certainty of his hands, the graceful slide back to kneel on the floor between Raleigh's legs, the heat of his mouth- it's bliss. Raleigh feels like a king on the couch like this, a moan in his chest, hands fluttering into Chuck's short, soft hair. He finds himself torn between submitting and arching up, hungry and wanting it all.

"God-" he groans with pleasure as Chuck sinks down. They know each other's bodies pretty well by now, at least on this level. Every movement, every gesture, every noise.

"Fuck you feel so good."

[suicidemission]

Chuck's hands on his thighs, warm, firm, pushing them apart as he settles and swallows every inch. He knows what he's doing, he knows how to bring Raleigh to the cusp these days, how to tease him and string him along, make him sing songs that only Chuck is allowed to hear.

He pulls off Raleigh's cock long enough to grin up at him, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from his efforts. He knows. He knows he feels good, and one day, he'll let you fuck other things beyond his mouth, but for now he's content with this, with taking Raleigh back in his mouth and letting the head hit the back of his throat, constricting around his cock as he deep throats his - partner? copilot? boyfriend? - with renewed enthusiasm.

[righthemisphere]

[Letting this one go now. Happy birthday blowjobs and fade to blaaaack]

[suicidemission]

rude