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It's never goodbye sex.

It's "don't forget me" sex. "Believe I need you" sex. "You matter to me" sex.

"Make me glad I'm alive" sex.

[ooc: yup. smut.]

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This gets a soft "ahh!" from Charlie and his toes clench before his body relaxes and his eyes close. His trust in Darien is deep and honestly, he's never had a bad experience with sex. It's touch and pleasure and wonder and giving, and when there's love involved it's just more rich, more sweet, more tender.

He breathes deeply, arching his hips, letting pleasure roll through him.

And he pulls out before shifting his position, pushing Charlie's legs up on his shoulders before positioning himself. It requires a bit of bending, but he's flexible.

There's one last look at Charlie, then, one last check, before he pushes in.

Charlie gasps out, "Oh Darien--" and uses his fists to push his hips higher.

He doesn't do the yoga just for the inner peace, you know.

He groans as he slides in further. One hand steadies himself on the bed while the other holds onto one of Charlie's legs. Then, slowly enough, his hips start to rock in and out.

Charlie runs one hand up Darien's arm to his shoulder to his neck; fingertips touch his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. "You feel so good," he whispers.

He arches to the touches, hips moving a little faster, a little harder as the quicksilver starts to flow to cover them both in warmcoldheat.

"Aim to please."

Charlie laughs from deep in his chest. "Yeah . . ."

Not going to get more coherent than that for a while.

He shivers at the quicksilver, its feeling still strange as it covers his skin, and keeps his hand touching Darien's face even when he can no longer see him.

Darien turns his face to kiss Charlie's fingers and his hips continue to work, thrusting hard and fast at first before moving to slow, deep drives.

Charlie moans, arching his hips fiercely to Darien's rhythm, trying to thrust back just as hard, trying to make it as good for Darien as it is for him.

And he leans down, bending at the middle to pull Charlie into a kiss, one hand straying from his leg to to tangle in his hair.

Charlie clutches at Darien and kisses him hungrily and sloppily and with no grace whatsoever.

And Darien eats it up, his breath turning to panting as he moves. A few of the kisses are lost as he gasps, their lips disconnecting, but only for a moment.

Charlie moves his legs down to hook them over Darien's hips and wraps his arms around his back again, to rub his hips against Darien's belly and keep kissing his mouth.

His hips continue to move as his hand slides, running along Charlie's side as his fingers brush every curve of musculature.

He tastes and tastes Darien's mouth, kisses his beloved face.

The rhythm goes somewhat erratic and his breathing goes a little hard as his hand reaches between them to wrap around Charlie with shaking fingers.

"Oh god, love you..."

"Yes, baby--" His body rocks, striving hard to come. "Yes. God, please, yes."

Darien grins and moves a little more fervently, his hand squeezing a little tighter as he moves along Charlie's skin.

Charlie gasps against Darien's neck and his teeth scrape his skin--his body spasms, his chest heaves, and he comes with a rusty groan.

And Darien comes along with him a moment later, groaning out Charlie's name with one last thrust before collapsing on Charlie's side.

Charlie pulls Darien to him, throwing a leg over his hip and burying his face in Darien's neck.

"I love you," he whispers between gasps. "I love you."

He runs his cheek along Charlie's, feeling the scruff and smiling.

"Love you too."

"Mm," Charlie grumbles in a sound of deep satisfaction and kisses the base of his throat.

Darien chuckles and makes a soft "mmmm" before squeezing Charlie around the middle.

"'m not sore."

He yawns.

"Not right now. Wait til morning, sunshine."

He gets a kiss to the nose and another squeeze.

"Wuss."

It's fine, though. Sleep . . . good.

He kisses Darien's mouth lightly.

He kisses Charlie's mouth a little more firmly.

"Whatever, sleepy-head."

And a kiss to the temple.

"You wanna make somethin' of it?" Charlie mumbles and licks Darien's neck. "Wake me up before you go, 'kay?"

He nods.

"Gotcha."

And then, wrapped around his Charlie, he quite simply plops off to sleep.

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