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Edited 2020-09-25 22:34 (UTC)

Chuck blinks at Yancy’s outstretched hand in confusion for a moment, before grabbing it and tanking him in. Come here.

Gladly. He hooks he door with his hand and closes it behind him.

"Before we do this you should tell me.." not quite letting go of chuck's hand. Very much in his space.

"Do you still have feelings for Raleigh or is this cut and dry?"

He scoffs.

“Not anymore.”

Raleigh nipped those schoolboy feelings right in the bud.

A nod.

"Good," it's a relief actually. Less messy for him, personally.

"Not to salt the wound but you did go after the wrong brother." Smirk.

“Obviously,” he states, matter of fairly.

“You gonna fuck new or what?”

"Yes," nod. Then he smiles and relaxes a little. Mr cool. Mr cocky. Mr effortlessly talented.

"You look amazing," drawing him close, hands around chuck's waist before they fall to his ass and squeeze.

“I did what you asked,” he says, pressing right up against him, rolling against Yancy's hips.

“I’ve got a toy. So.”

"Oh I woulda loved to've seen that," Yancy purrs into his ear. They're the same height which is useful. Screw Raleigh and his extra inches.

All.. all those extra inches everywhere.

"Show me what you've got, Hansen"

“Maybe you will sometime.”

Right now though... he’s not interested in playing around or in the mood for word games. He tugs on Yancy, pulling him fully into Chucks apartment. Bed. Now.

Oh man Raleigh really fucked this one up. Chuck is a firecracker. He shuts up and let's Chuck bring him in, taking the time to slip off his shoes and neatly remove his clothing while he eyes the guy up. He's strong. Attractive. Looks like he bites in the good way.

Yeah, he's not gonna have an issue with this at all, suddenly naked and moving back in on Chuck.

No romance, no worries kiddo. You wanna fuck and he's happy to. They don't even really have to kiss if you don't want.

"Let's make it fun" he tries, hands looking for Chuck's body to explore. He just.. he has this feeling..

< I think I can make you come off my cock, alone > Yancy purrs in the redhead's ear. In French. Nice and slow and predatory.

Edited 2020-09-26 01:32 (UTC)

Oh shit. Chuck shivers, full body, silky little robe slipping down and off. Why bother dressing when he knew someone was coming?

The French though. He doesn’t expect that. It makes him hard a as a rock, thick and uncut, precome at the head of his cock, head tipping back. He’s yours, Yancy. You purr at him in French and he’s yours.

How. The. Fuck. Did. Raleigh. Fuck. This. Up. Jesus C h r I s t.

Yancy laughs softly, half catching the dressing gown.

"Keep the silk, bijoux. It's sexy"

But he's unlikely to speak in English after the reaction he just got, good fucking god. And it's a point of pride. Chuck is directly comparing him to his brother's performance so he's gotta use all his best moves.

< Later I'm gonna use it to gag you, coz you're gonna come so hard you'll scare the neighbors~ >

"Would you like that?"

He’d wear his heels for you, Yancy Becket.

“Yes,” he says immediately. He has no idea what Yancy just said, but it doesn’t matter. “Anything you want. I’m in. I do yoga. I can bend in ways you’ve never seen.”

He breathes a swear and cups chuck's cheek, tipping his head and leaning in to lick a stripe up his neck which ends in a firm but purposeful nip just under his jaw.

"Prove it"

His head tips back, a full body shudder rolling through him.

He grips Yancy's hand, lacing fingers, giving him a sharp tug towards the bedroom.

"I'll be happy to prove it, big boy," he purrs, sashaying just a little, silk dropping from shoulders to the crook of his elbows, exposing his freckled back.

"So long as you prove yourself~"

Fuck he is gonna kiss every single one of those freckles Jesus help him.

"Well I aim to please," he answers and follows. Naked.. which.. maybe was a little soon but his intention is good. And it's easier then once they're in the bedroom to grab Chuck up and move him towards the bed, hands all over him

Good. Touch him. He's here for it. He's all soft skin and gently perfumed -- super manly of course, or something...he's not a fag or anything right.

His fully prepped asshole may say otherwise.

He glances over his shoulder and winks, shy and coy and mischievous, beckoning as he pulls away just enough to crawl onto the bed, hands on his knees, ass up and open, displayed for Yancy to see.

Whoooboy. He admires it for a moment before coming up behind Chuck to kneel on the bed, hands on his tight, perfect ass.

He considers it for a moment. Fuck it. He's gonna do it. Murmuring something soft in a foreign tongue before he puts that tongue to use against chuck's hole. Slow and lapping.

Oh shit that--

that is not what he was expecting. Raleigh definitely didn't do that, and it's got Chuck groaning in shock and pleasure.

"Oh fuck, holy fuck Yancy," he breathes, twisting the sheets in his hands, head spinning in pleasure. Warm, wet tongue -- it has him gasping.

He takes that as consent to continue, giving a moan of pleasure for effect. Chuck has done a very good job getting ready which makes this an absolute joy.

Yancy keeps one hand on chuck's ass in a possessive stance after carding his nails down chuck's sides. He lets his other hand drape under and back up between chuck's legs to curl around his cock and play. Stroke him before rolling his thumb over the top, slick with precum and doing it again as he eats him out.

Shit, fuck. Chuck wasn't expecting any of that attention, and he's weak under the touch, the scrape of nails over his skin, the brush of warmth over his legs and thighs and balls. The attention alone would have him moaning like a whore, but Yancy's tongue has him wrecked, begging, needy.

"Please, fuck--holy shit--"

< you are so beautiful > he purrs against Chuck. He doesn't care if Chuck can't understand him. Kinda makes it hotter.

< I love the way you beg, where the hell have you been. I'm gonna make you cry~ >

Yancy takes his sweet, sweet time. He'll build Chuck up to breaking point like this before stopping, refusing to tip him over yet. No, no. This is gonna be worth the drive.

He doesn't stop until Chuck is desperately grinding into his hand, body showing signs of betrayal. Only then does he pull back to kiss up Chuck's spine, hands at his hips, pressing himself up to nudge and grind between his cheeks.

He damn sure didn't expect all of this. Chuck thought a hard revenge fuck was coming, a quick one and done, and then that would be that. But Yancy is a completely different experience than what he'd been sure was coming. Yancy is.... thorough. Chuck can feel the silk sliding around his back and shoulders, fingers clutching and gripping the sheets. He's so fucking close, body ready to release when Yancy pulls back.

Chuck actually cries out in fury and need, wheezing Yancy's name and pressing back against him with a strangled groan.

"Augh you fuckin dick--"

"Shh shh shh, trust me, trust me," he breathes and keeps his hand on Chuck's ass while he searches for the condom and sachet of lube he'd grabbed and brought in with him. Single use. Single fuck. He hadn't really been expecting it to go like this either but Chuck was just so damn delicious he can't help himself.

Yancy rips the condom open with his teeth and rolls it on before slicking himself and Chuck. He was about to ask if Chuck would prefer to face or not, they were different levels of intimacy, but decided to take control of that as well and pulled Chuck up onto his knees, back to chest, wrapping him up in his silk to keep it out of the way as he pulled and nudged Chuck gently, gently down around him.

Don’t worry Yancy. If they have the need to go again, Chuck has a whole box.

He’s squirming, Yancy is taking ages and if you don’t get a dick in him right now, he’s gonna lose his mind.

Finally he does it, he gets Chuck sinking down on his cock and he’s rewarded with a strangled, feral cry, head tipping back as he moans.

There you go, baby. He's got you. He's got you.

A hand on Chuck's chest, pointedly ignoring his cock, his other hand taking place just at the dip of the other's throat, hand like a blanket over it. A power move but he applies no pressure, just guides Chuck down and makes sure he's okay before he begins to move.

Lips at Chuck's ear, purring foreign filth into his ear as he fucks him nice and slow. Yancy takes his time to learn Chuck's body and see what sets him off the most, a quick study to give a grand first performance. Find his prostate and file the information after Chuck gasp-jolts so he can circle back to that later when he wants Chuck to come.

But he doesn't. Not yet. He's got plans for you, kiddo.

He's prepped and open for Yancy, as promised. Slick and loose, sliding down easily as Yancy guides him.

Yancy is smaller than his brother, Chuck realizes, but there's something about...the deliberateness of it all that makes it a very different experience. Chuck doesn't know what Yancy is saying, but judging from tone alone he knows for damn sure it's not pretty nothings.

His silk robe is off his shoulders, in the crooks of his arms, soft, slippery material between them, rubbing against his back and Yancy's stomach as they move. He's panting, needy - angry and desperate but Yancy is determined to make this a performance. He almost feels...sexy. Like he could perform, if Yancy asked him to. Right in front of an audience - absolute unrestrained, depraved debauchery.

Sure Yancy might not have Raleigh's stupid elephant dick but he wasn't anything to laugh at. Still, there was a pressure to make that point known. Direct comparison and all.

You are sexy, Chuck. You are so fucking sexy. He could put you on stage. He'd make you fucking proud to be there. You'd be a god damn work of art. His hand flexes around Chuck's throat up under his jaw a little bit to hold his head proud. Feel it, beautiful. Feel that power you have and let it burn as he rolls deep inside. Knees Chuck's legs a little wider still to destabilize his balance and force him to rely on Yancy just that little bit more. Get a slightly better angle.

The silk between them is making Yancy crazy. He isn't sure why. Something about the luxury of the texture. Keeping his hand on Chuck's neck he uses the other to tug the robe's belt out of it's loops and wind the piece of silk around Chuck's neck with the ends dangling down over his chest. Happy, he smooths his hand down over them and over Chuck's abs and stomach with a low, wolfish growl.

"The things you are doing to me," he murmurs in English before tilting his hips to strike deep and just right.

He shivers, head tipped up, balance off as he leans back against Yancy. For some reason, he had a feeling the robe was a good idea. He didn't know why, he'd barely met the man before, but he'd just...known.

What a good call.

The belt looped around his neck, the slide of material against his back...the sensations drive him wild.

"Fuck," he cries out when Yancy strikes deep, gasping, groping for some kind of purchase, trying to regain his balance properly as Yancy fucks up into him. "Christ, mate- again-" he pants,wriggling, pressing his ass back and down, grinding down on Yancy's dick.

"And again and again," Yancy purrs with promise as he forces Chuck to stay upright and really feel it. Feel him. He'll be damned if he doesn't follow through on his goal to make Chuck come without touching him. Not allowing him to touch himself.

He won't be able to hold out. He keeps groping for his cock, stopped every time by Yancy's hands swatting him away. It makes him whine, frustrated and needy, desperate to come.

But Yancy knows how to strike him just right every time, and fuck, he can feel it building, pressure climbing with every stroke of Yancy's cock.

"I'm close," he pants, pressing back against him, grinding down, breathing heavy and irregular. "Please, Yancy-"

"Shh shh shh," he hisses in Chuck's ear before nipping it in time with a sharp thrust just right. You don't get to get yourself off, that isn't what's happening here. He is getting you off.

"Come for me, bijoux~" A low command, purred in his chest.

"You beg so pretty for me, Chuck. My good boy"

Jesus that...does things to him. Good boy -- he'll be your fucking good boy, Yancy.

He gives a full body shiver, fingers clutching and groping for Yancy, eyes squeezing shut. He's so close, he can feel it behind his eyes.

"Yeah?" He pants, arching his back, pressing the silk against Yancy's skin. "Please, Yancy, I need you, your cock is so fuckin' amazing," purring as he gasps, nails digging into skin where he can find it. "I want you to fuck me so hard I see god~"

It earns him a growl and Yancy grabs him hard enough to dig his nails in. chuck's words racing up his spine as he plays the game. Good. He's playing. That makes it even better.

"You're not gonna need God when I'm done with you," He snarls back, panting. He's close too and focuses on end game. No more dragging it out, he just fucks him. Hard and deep and commanding.