[The noise he makes when Charlie says that is somewhere between a hiss and a moan -- a strange noise, but either way, it's appropriately expressive for just how hearing that makes him feel. Funny, four or five years ago he'd've never thought that hearing anyone say that to him would get him feeling so damn desperate and aroused, but the moment Charlie says it, he's demandingly rolling his hips again, returning the kisses in an equally uncoordinated fashion, nodding quickly.]
I want it too.
[And there's that goddamn blush again, spreading from his cheeks onto his neck and chest. It'd be funny if it weren't so embarrassing.]
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I want it too.
[And there's that goddamn blush again, spreading from his cheeks onto his neck and chest. It'd be funny if it weren't so embarrassing.]