for the_second_noel: SING AU

[dies_irate]

It's a couple of days after they'd had the rather bizarre conversation in the kitchen when it happens; John's sleep needs are very low, really, only once or twice in a month. Just enough for game events. But he does tend to sleep longer than usual when he does, and that's even aside from the post-berserk pass out that they've heard about but not yet had to deal with, thankfully.

That is why John is still in bed after Arthur's gotten up and headed out. Charlie had had a bad night keeping asleep so he'd decided to enjoy the warmth while it was there and dozed off after he left, the way that's far too simple once it's finally morning somehow. But he might wake up when he hears his own name, spoken with longing not far from him (especially given the speaker) and it's only after he's a little more awake that he'll be able to tell that said speaker is still very much asleep.

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[the_second_noel]

John's right, his sheer strength can be pretty scary. All the power of a full-on flashback couldn't struggle Charlie out of his grip that one time. And that fact has returned to his mind several times since -- but it hasn't always returned innocently.

"Oh wow," says Charlie as he's lifted the first time, because he's not done vocalising the things he finds horny in the hope that John will find them horny too. "I'm like a goddamn sheet of paper." And he's grinning again as he says it, impressed, with no sign of being scared. "You ever think of... o-oh."

That o-oh is John's head starting to slide against him, momentarily drop-kicking whatever much less important thing he was talking about. From there he's quite happy to settle into the rhythm of John's teasing, his face pressed in turn against John's neck and shoulder as he makes quiet whimpering sounds and hopes - prays - that John will fuck him, and hopes - prays - that he'll keep teasing and teasing.

John'll get to watch Charlie go on a whole face journey when he does finally slide down on his cock. His mouth opens, and his eyes unfocus because what could he possibly focus on besides that. The fact that he's being lifted up and down leaves him little to do with his hands, and so they're trembling on John's chest. His newly-full cock twitches as the rim of his ass tries to flex, what little it can with this beast of a cock stretching it. This is unmistakably the face of a man who's enjoying his seat.

Pretty much as soon as John stops moving, he's flexing and shifting to try to help John split him even further.

"Yeah! C-christ, yeah."

The gentle stretching of the tentacles, and the relaxing effect of whatever's in John's cum, have him pretty much as open as he's ever been. Somehow he thought this would hurt more, but that's an insight from a distant place.

"Fuck me, you're huge." What a choice of expletive in a situation like this. "Christ, John, fuck, you can't stop there."

[dies_irate]

"I wouldn't," is let out in a quick, low breath before he breathes in deep and starts lowering Charlie the rest of the way. Honestly, if he thought any of this would be painful other than what is sure to be a dull ache later, this would not be happening. Charlie is precious to him. So much more precious than any sex or dream.

But as it is, his dick is disappearing into Charlie's ass, getting squeezed to within an inch of his life, and by the time he puts Charlie down, by the time he bottoms out, he almost writhes underneath him.

"Do you- can you- does it still feel good, Charlie?"

His hand and the tentacles go around the back, cup the cheeks of his ass, and lightly knead them against his length. His hips haven't moved yet, at least as best as he can keep them.

[the_second_noel]

Charlie breathes in snatches and whimpers without restraint as John takes him so deep it feels like it's rewiring his fucking brain. There's an ache in his pelvis where he'd swear his fucking organs are having to move themselves out of the way. Every nerve in his body seems to be connected to his ass and his cock is jumping aggressively to attention. By the time John slides home, Charlie's panting and moaning filth into John's ear about how full he is and how good it feels. He's more than happy to say it all again if John has to ask.

"It feels so good." His voice is breathless and sultry. "I ain't never had anyone this big before, christ, you're gonna ruin me for any other cocks. Christ, I need you to fuck me so hard I need a walkin' stick. What are you waiting for."

[dies_irate]

There are many times where such an expression of frustration would get one back, but after hearing all that praise and how much Charlie wants it, he doesn't feel the need to answer except to rock up inside of Charlie to start doing as asked.

He growls at how good it feels, how Charlie is just wrapped so tight around him. He can guess that Charlie's never had someone his size; most people aren't almost nine feet tall and built from inhuman parts, but he's glad it seems to be a good thing. He rumbles happily as he keeps moving.

"Oh, Charlie..." And his voice is aching with fondness, with hunger for him, satisfaction at having him in his arms. He's going to press a few kisses against Charlie's chest, easier when your "lips" are at the end of a pseudopod that extends from your maw. ...he might see if Charlie likes to have his nipples played with as well.