Ooh, cheeky thing, aren't you? [ Charlie can make it into a joke even if his heart rate ratchets a little higher at the command. He's never been with anyone who ordered him around — always tiny slips of things that just want in his wallet, not in his bed.
He drops his hands to the hem of Danny's shirt and rucks it up, nails dragging along the skin underneath. He's warm, and certainly not soft in the way that a woman is. It's new under his fingers, and Charlie smirks, likely in appreciation. He shoulders his own shirt off, buttons undone, and throws Danny's onto the floor once he's able. He should get to it, much like Danny is, but instead he dips and sucks at the hollow of Danny's shoulder instead. ] All business and no play, then?
[ He snorts, laughing against Danny's throat as his hands fall to work the fastenings of Danny's trousers. When they're loose, his hands circle Danny's waist again, taking in the planes of him before he slides his hands under the man's waistband, gripping his arse bare. ] If that's how you want it, mate. [ A cheeky, cocky little smirk. ]
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He drops his hands to the hem of Danny's shirt and rucks it up, nails dragging along the skin underneath. He's warm, and certainly not soft in the way that a woman is. It's new under his fingers, and Charlie smirks, likely in appreciation. He shoulders his own shirt off, buttons undone, and throws Danny's onto the floor once he's able. He should get to it, much like Danny is, but instead he dips and sucks at the hollow of Danny's shoulder instead. ] All business and no play, then?
[ He snorts, laughing against Danny's throat as his hands fall to work the fastenings of Danny's trousers. When they're loose, his hands circle Danny's waist again, taking in the planes of him before he slides his hands under the man's waistband, gripping his arse bare. ] If that's how you want it, mate. [ A cheeky, cocky little smirk. ]