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[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 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.