[ God he's never had anything like this before. Charlie ponders for a moment that he's dreaming, perhaps a few too many drinks at the bar and he's just sprawled at home making the lot of this up. But then there's the scrape of teeth at his adam's apple and more. The sound that rumbles up from his chest is practically undignified, a sort of luxurious purring. ]

Depends on how soundproof your flat is, mate. Don't want to keep the bitties across the way awake all night now, do we?

[ He snorts, a sort of chuckle bubbling out. This is ridiculous, all of it. But then there's Danny's on his knees in front of him and his whole body alights with heat, anticipation. His hands reach for Danny, diving into his hair and pulling harshly, noting how he seemed to like it so well. ]

I want you to stop talking and use that pretty mouth for something more productive. [ His voice is thick with lust, hoarse as he looks down at the man stroking his cock. He twists his fingers a little in Danny's hair, tugging him closer. He won't make him do anything, that's not his shtick here. But he's also not as powerful as he thinks he might be, and he knows he looks a mess, disheveled and undressed against the doorframe, blush lipped and panting. It infuriates Charlie to think just how powerless he is just now.

If he didn't have any pride, any standards, he might well be begging Danny instead. ] That's what I want. It's too pretty to waste.