[He doesn't expect this to go on forever, but he'd sure as hell like it to. This is so much easier than anything else, and that's saying something, for someone who turns pink in the cheeks at the mere mention of sex. His cheeks might be a little flushed now, but that probably comes down to the exertion more than anything else, the way it feels to be moving in Charlie's lap. His teeth are sunk into Charlie's shoulder, trying desperately hard to stop himself from being pushed over that edge because he wants to draw as much out of this as he can. The only noises he's making are quiet, almost whimpers.]
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