bloodyrockgod | "not a day less will do . . . from you . . ."

"not a day less will do . . . from you . . ."

[ooc: continued from here. adult content. boy-kissin'.]

It takes longer to get to Charlie's room than it should because Charlie keeps pushing Bartleby against walls and pulling him down--by the shirt, by the neck--to kiss him again.

Finally he lets them into his room, pulling Bartleby in behind him and laughing at the way Bartleby is kissing him, when Mister's startled mew jars Charlie out of the moment. "Oh--er--Bartleby, you know Bob--let me just--um, Bob?" He scoops up the cat. "Let's get you back to the bar, yeah?"

He kisses Bartleby quickly and runs down the stairs.

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"Yes," Charlie murmurs, fingers stroking Bartleby's neck. "I will." He shivers in anticipation. "Not many people I've had to teach, angel--I have to say I like it."

"Innocence hits your spot?" And he's looking angelic, but his eyes are crinkling at the corners.

"Everything hits my spot, baby." He lowers his voice and his eyelids. "Everything about you, anyway." He moves onto his knees and holds Bartleby's face in his hands to kiss him deep and full.

"Mmmmm." Bartleby's almost purring, and he buries his fingers in Charlie's hair to hold his head steady. "Show me then." His voice is very deep.

[ooc: supper, then homework.]

Charlie's eyes are the darkest blue they can be. He pulls Bartleby's body flush to his so they're as hip-to-hip as they can be, and he takes both their cocks in his hand to stroke them together. He kisses Bartleby's neck and whispers, "Lie down. I'll do all the work."

[ooc: righto. LJ's not delivering notifications so if you come back on email me, please? Also I'm home today so we can continue later. Hee.]

"Sounds good." Bartleby's cheeks are flushed, and he doesn't move for a moment, before rolling down onto his back.

Charlie moves over him, hands on his chest, and bends to kiss him a few times before taking out a nearly-empty car of cream from the nighttable. He warms a daub between his hands a moment and then slicks it down Bartleby's erection, watching Bartleby's face all the while.

Bartleby's eyes drop closed and his neck and back arch. "Good... start. God."

Charlie smiles and licks the delicate skin below Bartleby's navel. "Enthusiasm is greatly appreciated," he murmurs and positions himself over Bartleby, holding his cock on one hand. He presses down, moaning softly as he does so, eyes still locked on Bartleby's and teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Oh." It's a very soft sigh, and Bartleby opens his eyes again to look at Charlie, reaching up an unsteady hand to trace the line of his cheekbone.

"Mm," Charlie responds, his own body arching as it accepts Bartleby. He's limber and strong, and careful to be slow and hard, to make it good for both of them as he can.

He closes his eyes at the touch of Bartleby's hand. It's so tender he almost weeps.

"Good? For you?" Bartleby's voice is very rough, but his hand is as careful as he can make it, brushing along Charlie's forehead, nose, eyelids.

"Yes--oh, yes--" He grabs Bartleby's hand, kisses the palm, presses it to his chest over his heart which is beating hard enough to feel. He arches back further, supporting himself on one hand as he moves his hips. "I love this, Bartleby. I love you."

"I love you too." He smiles, suddenly. "A nadie te - oh! - pareces desde que yo te amo." His hips are moving with Charlie's.

[ooc: you are like nobody since i love you.]

"A stor mo chroi," Charlie answers and smiles a bit. He moves harder, faster, wanting to hear Bartleby cry out again. "Angel. My angel."

Bartleby reaches a hand to grip Charlie's erection, stroking down it. "Oh!" He takes in a sharp breath. "Mine."

Charlie gives a throaty laugh and drags his eyes open so he can watch Bartleby's hand. "Yes. Yours." He traces his hand down Bartleby's arm and carefully bends forward to place kisses on his lips and face and neck.

Bartleby tilts his head up to Charlie and runs his thumb over the head of his erection, moving his hips up as Charlie moves down.

Charlie shivers and loses his rhythmn for a moment, then laughs again. "Gonna make me come all over you if you keep doing that." He leans back again--the angle's better, he can get deeper. The muscles in his thighs are jumping with exertion.

"Go on then." Bartleby smiles, and repeats the action.

Charlie gasps and gnashes his teeth, and after a moment wraps his hand around Bartleby's--not to direct him but just to feel what he does as much as possible. He loves the sight of their fingers intertwined.

Bartleby leans up to kiss Charlie and strokes down his erection again, faster and with a tighter grip.

Charlie moans into his mouth and grabs Bartleby's shoulders with both hands, grunting, "Again," as he pushes down on Bartleby even harder.

Bartleby doesn't even bother to try heating. He's so close, and everything's heat and skin. He strokes again, twisting towards the end of action, and repeats it.

Charlie's fingers dig into Bartleby's shoulders and he groans, body shivering and arching arrthymically. His head tosses from one side to the other and he cries out, his voice rough.

He sags for a moment, looking at Bartleby with wide eyes, and then takes a deep breath and starts thrusting again, almost smiling.

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