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[bloodyrockgod]

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He puts the ice cream on the nightstand and barely has time to say "That's for later" when David's mouth is on his again. "Oh, hello," Charlie murmurs, laughing into his kiss, and he slides his chilled hand inside David's shirt. He grins when David shivers.

"Do you know what I want to do with you?" he whispers. "Everything."

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[bloodyrockgod]

"Not teasing, love," Charlie murmurs and adds his tongue to the gentle play. "Just . . . preparing."

And he prepares from root to tip, prepares around the head and in David's dark crisp hair, between his thighs and finally between his lips, so that David is quite throroughly prepared.

What kind of lover are you, he reasons, if you let any little thing fall by the wayside?

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*if he'd ever died, he mused, heaven must surely feel like this: the most wonderful, attentive lover one could ever ask for. Charlie's talented tongue covers every possible area, teases noises out of him he didn't know he could make, and makes him feel, above all, like the luckiest man in the world*

Charlie... Charlie Charlie Charlie...

*he pulls him to him, kissing him, spreading his thighs so that Charlie lies between them, and reaching between them both, cupping Charlie's cock, and stroking him slowly*

Love me from the inside out, my darling...

[bloodyrockgod]

"I do." He strokes David's face, then with a wicked grin picks up the bowl of now-melted ice cream. "May I do a little more first, though? I've got plans . . ." he croons and adds some tongue to his persuasion.

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Oh, I don't know, you drive a hard bargain, love...

But I'm interested: what is it you're planning on doing with that ice cream? It's far too -

*his words are cut short as Charlie's mouth descends on his nipple, a dollop of ice cream on the end of it*

Good GODS!

*but there's the biggest smile on his face*

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie laughs into David's skin and swirls his tongue around David's chest--hot mouth and cold ice cream and warm, moist skin . . . mmm.

He adds more, smiling as David gasps: ice cream to his throat and his nipples and his navel, a sticky melting path that Charlie follows with his tongue and ends up at his mouth.

And when that long kiss is through he grins wickedly again, takes another dollop of ice cream in his mouth and eases David's cock carefully into his throat.

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*he shudders as he feels Charlie's throat work around the head of his cock, his hand scrabbling for purchase in anything - anything - that might keep him grounded. He finds Charlie's head and holds him while his hips move of their own volition. He doesn't remember sending an instruction to them, doesn't remember giving them permission*

Ch-ch- Love...

*he tugs on Charlie's arm, wanting him up, kissing him, fucking him, loving him, making last night disappear in a haze of love and truth and beauty*

Love... please... fuck me...

[bloodyrockgod]

He leaves David's cock reluctantly--he likes giving a blow job only slightly less than he likes receiving them--and rubs sticky hands on David's chest as he kneels between his thighs.

"I love how much you want me," he whispers, one hand descending between David's legs, and he smiles again as his fingers penetrate him and David gasps. "I love how--abandonded--you are."

It takes just a few strokes to convince him David is ready-ready-more-than-ready, and he forgoes the ice cream for something more suited to the cause, the well-used-by-now tub of lubricant. He smears it on his cock, shivering a little, and around David's asshole to ease his way.

And then--in--

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*the muscles in his legs tense, as they always do, when he's penetrated. The only notable difference this makes is that his thighs clamp around Charlie's thighs as he starts to move.

The motion is made easier by the lube, but the stickiness of Charlie's hands, and of David's body, causes them to stick together in places - a not-entirely uncomfortable experience, he must say, and the friction between them is pleasurable, beautiful, delightful even, and his mouth is mashed against Charlie's, his hands on his ass, pulling him tighter, closer, further inside him as they make love*

Yess... like that... like that...

Oh, but I do love you

[bloodyrockgod]

Hot tight slick

God, he loves this. Fucking, he's of the opinion, is in general a good thing--fucking someone you love, who loves you, who wants you, who groans your name and kisses you like it's their last night on earth--also a very good thing.

He looks into David's eyes, watches David's beautiful face, and feels so happy. Not even orgasm-happy, though that's not far away at all-just soul-happy, heart-happy.

In love and happy.

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*he takes Charlie's face between his hands as they abandon his ass, letting Charlie do as he wishes with him truly, and he kisses him, his eyes open and watching Charlie as he fucks him to within an inch of his life with his passion and his fervor, and Gods, how David loves him.

And is loved by him*

Charlie... Charlie, my Charlie... you're so beautiful I can't believe it... *he smiles as he clamps his muscles down on Charlie's cock inside him and Charlie gasps*

Come for me, my love...

[bloodyrockgod]

It takes so little, really--friction and pleasure and loving hands around his face--Charlie lets go.

Seconds of hard, relentless pounding and then the release at the base of his spine, a shudder that courses through his whole body and David's name on his lips.

He collapses, arms tight around David and head in the crook of his neck. He breathes deeply.

This is so good.

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*It's the feeling of the slickness inside him that causes him to come, a white-hot shivering of every nerve in his body as Charlie collapses onto him, still inside him, all around him.

It's with soft figners that he strokes Charlie's skin, feeling the heat and the wet of sweat and the chill of the night that's cooling them down when he pulls the covers over them after some careful manouevering and he settles Charlie in his arms, their lips tiredly together*

I love you. You know that, right?

[bloodyrockgod]

"I know," he whispers to David's mouth. "I know."

He does know. He's not afraid to believe it.

He rubs his palm over David's face. "I love you too. You're so . . . perfect. You're perfect, David."

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*David smiles. He's far from perfect and he knows it, but if he's perfect to Charlie, to Charlie who loves him for who he is and what he is, then he's not willing or obliged to argue*

You're far more perfect than I could have ever hoped, wished, dreamed for.

*he kisses him, smoothing his hair*

Now sleep, my love...

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie smiles, his eyes already too heavy to keep open. He's not perfect, but if David believes it maybe he could be.

Love has done stranger things.

"Sleep," he mutters, burrowing into David's warmth. "I can do that . . ."

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*Charlie secure in his arms, he shuts his eyes, ready for a full night's sleep.

When his dreams come, there's sunshine and smiles.

And somehow he knows that when he wakes, it'll be just the same*