milliways_bar

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: millitimed to morning. boysmut. YAYPR0N!]

Mornings are becoming Charlie's favorite time of day.

He wakes up slowly, warm to his bones, his nose pressed to Darien's back. He moves his lips slowly across Darien's shoulders and kisses his arm. "Y'awake?"

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie cracks up.

Perhaps he does squeak a little.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And he takes the opportunity, with Charlie's head thrown back in laughter, to dip down and begin nibbling along neck and shoulders as a hand reaches between them to wrap around Charlie.

[bloodyrockgod]

His laugh gets cut off in the middle into a gasp, and charlie grips Darien's biceps to keep his balance.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

That was the point.

The hand gives Charlie a stroke or two before letting go to nudge his legs apart. He opens one eye and looks sideways before noticing a bottle of shampoo. He mentally shakes his head, though, and looks down and--

Bingo.





...he might not always know when he'd come into Milliways, but he had invested in a water-proof lubricant and made sure it was in his pocket most of the time. Lucky him.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie licks his lips in anticipation, watching him make up his mind.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He turns back to kiss Charlie's neck before looking up at him through wet lashes and soft wet hair.

No words exchanged, but the lube is pulled into one hand and squeezed onto two of his fingers before his hand reaches between them again.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie arches up towards him, his legs are far apart as he can without losing his balance. He bites down hard on his lower lip.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

His fingers massage around the opening for a moment before he slides in a finger. He doesn't take as much care as before, not out of a lack of concern for Charlie but because this called for something a little rougher. Regardless of that, he takes his time with the first finger before slipping the second in.

And the third.

After the preparation is done, he uses the rest on himself, stroking a couple of times before planting his feet on the mat and grinning at Charlie. One arm goes under Charlie's arms and the other positions him before he looks carefully at Charlie.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie smiles a little and shakes his head, then turns, leaning his chest and stomach against the tiles, his legs apart.

"Fuck me hard," he says in a low voice.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He nods, sharp, with an intake of breath as he does before biting into Charlie's shoulder. He positions himself again before thrusting in without warning, hands moving to Charlie's hips as he nibbles Charlie's neck. Soft at first, like the motion of his hips, like the touch of his hands, and then harder, tighter, faster.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie's cries echo against the tiles. He thrusts back hard in response to Darien's pace, one hand raking through Darien's hair as he bites his neck.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He doesn't pay any mind, or if he does he gives no indication. Charlie wanted to be fucked hard? Well, considering that every fricking thing that Charlie did made him want to do nothing so much as ravish him just about whenever he could, it wasn't a hard request to fufill.

He can't help the slight growl that slips out as he takes him, hips pistoning with all the grace and strength of his wiry frame. Charlie's fucking beautiful most times. Right now, he's just a masterpiece.

Darien'd have a quote about it if he wasn't totally gone.

[bloodyrockgod]

At some point--blind with passion and heat, overwhelmed by Darien's body--Charlie gives his cock a few rough strokes. It's hard to keep his balance but he feels like he'll die if Darien stops fucking him, stops touching him, stops moving.