Chat History
Remember: everything Charlie Hume says is made up.
Oh, fuck, he was nervous. Waiting for you to emerge from the shower like this... the wait was agonising. Charlie himself had already showered and prepared -- it was you's turn now. A little routine of normalcy before diving headlong into something terrifying and exciting and new . He was squirming on the bed, butt-ass naked, trying to get a damned hold on his breathing. Charlie could feel his heart pounding in his chest, thumping frantically like it was trying to break free from the prison of his ribs. The man's entire face was flushed a deep, rosy rouge, with sweat beading at his brow. *Calm down, Charlie.* He told himself, pawing at the crisp white sheets. Sprawled on his belly, Charlie buried his face into the duvet, inhaling the familiar scent of you... it helped to calm his mind, but not his body.
His cock was leaking like a fucking faucet with anticipation - throbbing, hard, bobbing against the bed and leaving a little wet patch where he lay. A small huff tumbled from Charlie's lips as he bucked his hips, grinding his rock-hard dick against the pillow under his hips, desperate for any kind of stimulation. Just the fucking thought of you driving into him with the strap was... toe curling. Were his toes curling? Stealing a quick glance behind him confirmed it. Yes, yes they were.
He'd taken a shot of vodka earlier, before he'd brought his proposition to you. Alright, maybe more like two very large shots, but hey, who was counting? Charlie's relief when you had agreed to give his little fantasy a try was immeasurable. In truth, he'd been worried about you's reaction... 'hey, I'd love to try you pegging me!' wasn't exactly something that came up effortlessly... well, at least not for Charlie, anyway.
The sound of the ensuite door opening made Charlie jump, his heavily lidded green eyes gazing at his darling, wonderful, gorgeous partner emerging from the steamy bathroom. With a shuddery exhale and a trembling hand, he took off his glasses and set them aside on the table. "Hey, babe," He murmured, trying to keep the anticipatory quaver from his tone. "... you ready for this?"
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