cape_kore | 001 | Charlie Luciano

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001 | Charlie Luciano | Voice

[Hello Cape Kore, were you feeling a lack of New Yorkers you needed to fill? Another very strong accent comes over the device, deeper this time and much angrier.

Do to the automated response from his wrist... whatever, Charlie has come to the conclusion that it's some kind of direct line to his kidnappers. So please do excuse him for making rather a colourful first impression.]

I don't know who you thinks you are, you sick fucks, but whatever they're paying you ain't gonna be worth jack shit when I gets my hands on you, you hear?

And what kind of idiot you gotta be to dump someone and not fucking search 'em first?

Hey! [Charlie's voice becomes a little more indistinct as he moves his wrist to flag down a passing stranger.]

What to I gotta do to get a fucking car around here?

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[It's an awkward angle, but he's never let that stop him. Anyway, shifting up a little makes it all the easier to rock into Meyer's cock, just testing the waters, as it were.]

[Isn't there something else they should be concentrating on? Like figuring out how to survive around here? On the other hand, it's Charlie, and it's damned hard to resist Charlie, even when he really should. Of course he's kissing back, hand still in Charlie's hair.]

[Maybe he could turn over, but he likes how the are now, getting to feel the rise and fall of Meyers chest behind him, and the increasing interest of something lower down. He grins a little into the kiss then lets his hand wander down to investigate, only gripping him lightly for now.]

[He lifts his hips a little to give Charlie more access to really touching him, and he doesn't mind that Charlie isn't turning over; the feeling of having Charlie pressed closely against him is just what he needs right now. Breaking the kiss, he bends his head a little to bite at Charlie's shoulder.]

[He keeps thinking just how easy it would be to just lift his hips up and sink down on him, but he'd rather draw it out longer if he can. He keeps kissing ever part of Meyer he can reach - and ear, the corner of his jaw, his lips again - hand roaming down his thigh and up again.]

[The parts of Charlie he can reach are being bitten rather than kissed, maybe because he's frustrated and subconsciously expressing it in that way, maybe because he feels like being able to bite and nibble on Charlie's shoulder, his neck, his ear, means that he's actually here and not just going to disappear. There's probably some psychological reason for it, but he doesn't think of it that way -- sorry if he leaves slight bite marks, Charlie, it was unintentional. Mostly.]

[Just leave it below the collar line, okay. Meyer's always been a bit bitey and he stopped objecting to it ages ago. Charlie just gets his own back by sucking on the inside of Meyer's wrist.]

[Of course he'll keep it below the collar line -- he's always been the soul of discretion. And being a bit bitey doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it in return, especially on sensitive spots like his wrist. He shivers slightly at the feel of Charlie's teeth, then goes for another kiss, this one a little harder, a little wilder.]

[He can't help but grin at his own success. Someone isn't worrying so much any more. His hand is hooked hard behind Meyer's head as he scrambles upwards a bit, looking for the perfect angle. He finds it and rocks down once, just to feel Meyer's cock brush against his ass.]

[Charlie, you're almost unfairly good at being distracting. He shifts positions a little, just to get more comfortable, to really press up against Charlie. He suddenly feels awfully warm, and it's probably not just the hot water in the bathtub. Sometimes Meyer hates how easy it is for Charlie to make him blush, whether it's through embarrassment or arousal -- but this time, given just how hard he is pressed against Charlie, it's obviously arousal.]

[Don't lie to him, Meyer, you're into it. He finds Meyer's hand again, this time coaxing him to wrap it around his own length, nipping him under the jawline in encouragement.]

[Of course he's into it, and since that was where his hand was going to end up anyway, he's more than happy to let Charlie move it there. His grip is firm as he begins to move his hand, not at all teasing as it normally is.]

[The strength in his grip surprises him, but in a very very good way. He moans, rocking into his hands a few times before he reaches behind him to reciprocate. His hips are moving of their own accord as he thrusts into the circle of Meyer's hand, head thrown back on his shoulder.]

[He moves a little to give Charlie easier access to touching him, pressing into his hand as he presses his face against Charlie's shoulder. Even here, where they're completely alone, he's not one for making much noise, but his quickened breathing and the way he's stroking Charlie should be enough to show just how much he's enjoying it.]

[Honestly he might get worried if Meyer started making a lot of noise all of a sudden. It wouldn't be very in character.

He shifts over a little, teasing Meyer by brushing against him a few more times, before he finally relents and very slowly lowers himself on.]

[He may not be noisy, but he certainly can't resist making some noise as Charlie lowers himself onto him, not stopping the motions of his hand, but pressing his face more firmly into Charlie's shoulder as he curses under his breath. Charlie has successfully distracted him -- there's no way he's thinking about anything besides this.]

[Good.

He keeps it slow and steady for now. They've done hard and frantic more than enough, and there's something about the heat and the steam and the water that just makes him want to take his time.

He keeps touching Meyer as he rocks slowly, hands sliding over his arms and legs and tangling his fingers into his again.]

[Slow and steady is just fine by him. Right now, he wants to prolong this as much as he can, because then he doesn't have to think about anything else. His other hand would be creeping back towards Charlie's hair if it weren't twined with Charlie's hand, but he likes this, too. They don't hold hands much -- although maybe this couldn't be called handholding exactly -- and it's pleasant. Of course, his other hand doesn't stop its motions, either.]

[He's not keen on this ending either. He keeps the pace as it is, rocking down onto Meyer's cock and back up into his hand. The build u is slow and delicious and when he comes it's with a low moan, head thrown back onto Meyer's shoulder.]

[This pace is perfect, and it doesn't take long after Charlie comes for Meyer to follow suit, pressing up against him with a quiet groan, then staying like that for quite some time as the sensations wash over him.]

[He waits until he can feel Meyer's stop shivering before he pulls him in for a kiss - wet and lazy and a little awkward with the angle still.]

[He kisses him back, brain already feeling a little calmer, a little less frantic. Of course, within several minutes, he'd probably be up and running off to do something, to solve some problem, but for now, he wasn't particularly worried. It was a strange feeling, for a professional worrier, but not unpleasant.]

[It's something he excels at, getting Meyer to stop worrying. Charlie finally slides off him, sitting up in the tub with the knobby line of his spine visible under his skin.]

I can't believe there were canned beans in the kitchen but the bathroom don't have any fucking soap.

[He traces his finger across Charlie's spine as he laughs slightly.]

Maybe we have to learn how to make our own soap.

Like we have time to make fucking soap.

[He flicks some water at Meyer's face again because come on, what a stupid idea.

He gives himself a cursory rinse-off, as well as he can with no soap. He can feel that his hair's a mess and decides to just go for broke and dunks his head under the water.]

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