[ That wouldn't be unwelcome, is all Raleigh's saying.
Raleigh openly ignores Chuck, humming like he's found something that
really, really interests him, leaning forward on his arms again. He
traces a finger along the line of Chuck's jaw, and then proceeds to press a
couple of slow, sloppy kisses to the places he's touched, avoiding Chuck's
mouth, like a brat. ]
[Fuck it. You shithead. You're a total cocktease. And your stupid abs are unfair.
Chuck grabs him by the hair with one hand and puts another on his shoulder and he twists and tugs and pulls and then pushes until Raleigh is firmly underneath him and he's got him pinned there with his hips and that hand still on his shoulder to get him from squirming too much.
And then he's just going to look at you, Raleigh. How's your medicine taste? Bet it's bitter.]
[ Would taste a lot better if you'd get your mouth down here, Hansen.
Raleigh's eyes widening isn't the only thing giving away his surprise; he squirms -- partly into Chuck's touch and out of it, indecisive -- reaching for Chuck's shoulder to grab a hold onto, but he still lets Chuck manhandle him onto his back again with minimal verbal protest, relaxing all his limbs loose and easy on purpose once Chuck's got him pinned him down like he'd planned for this to happen in the first place.
Raleigh stares back, huffing a laugh. You want to play dirty, get a kiss that way? Raleigh can play that game, too. He tilts his chin up like a challenge, and if Chuck tries to catch Raleigh's mouth now, he'll just turn his head another way. ]
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[ That wouldn't be unwelcome, is all Raleigh's saying.
Raleigh openly ignores Chuck, humming like he's found something that really, really interests him, leaning forward on his arms again. He traces a finger along the line of Chuck's jaw, and then proceeds to press a couple of slow, sloppy kisses to the places he's touched, avoiding Chuck's mouth, like a brat. ]
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Chuck grabs him by the hair with one hand and puts another on his shoulder and he twists and tugs and pulls and then pushes until Raleigh is firmly underneath him and he's got him pinned there with his hips and that hand still on his shoulder to get him from squirming too much.
And then he's just going to look at you, Raleigh. How's your medicine taste? Bet it's bitter.]
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Raleigh's eyes widening isn't the only thing giving away his surprise; he squirms -- partly into Chuck's touch and out of it, indecisive -- reaching for Chuck's shoulder to grab a hold onto, but he still lets Chuck manhandle him onto his back again with minimal verbal protest, relaxing all his limbs loose and easy on purpose once Chuck's got him pinned him down like he'd planned for this to happen in the first place.
Raleigh stares back, huffing a laugh. You want to play dirty, get a kiss that way? Raleigh can play that game, too. He tilts his chin up like a challenge, and if Chuck tries to catch Raleigh's mouth now, he'll just turn his head another way. ]