Justin sashays down the sidewalk, window shopping. He's wearing black slacks, a silver tank top, and his black beret. He spots you from quite a distance, and he wiggles his hips more the closer he gets to you.

"And then the bloody thing nearly tore me in two..." Charlie is talking animatedly to a few other gents standing outside the pub, gesturing with his hands as he does so, his back to you. He' s wearing older jeans, frayed rips spotting the legs, and a skin tight long sleeved shirt, a rich brown to match his eyes.

Justin wants to purr as he nears you, eyeing your sexy body with a knowing grin. He saddles up behind you, close enough to get your attention, but not touching you. "Hi," he says in a breathy voice near your ear.

"The damned goldentails.." He stops, mid-sentence, his smile changing from the casual 'hanging around with mates' grin to the one reserved for prospective acquaintances, and turns to face you, completely ignoring the other gentlemen at once. "Well, hello to you too."

"Buy me a drink?" Justin coos, licking his lips. He too completely ignores everyone else around.

He raises an eyebrow slightly, smile widening. "Are you old enough to drink?" Voice teasing.

"I'm old enough for plenty of things," Justin teases. "But I think seventeen is quite old enough for a Magiquila."

A considering nod, his eyes sliding down and then back up to yours. "Quite." Voice dropping lower. He turns for the door and steps out of your way, sweeping his arm toward it and bowing slightly. "After you, then."

Justin beams, savouring your polite and gentlemanly manner. His hips swing with each step and he moves toward a table in a back corner, glancing back at you over his shoulder with a sexy smile.

Charlie winks as you look back at him, and then turns to talk with the waitress, a younger version of Rosemerta, chuckling with her as he orders the drinks, obviously flirting with her as well, but casting glances your direction.

Justin bats his eyelashes at you, crossing his legs at the knee under the table, and drumming his crimson nails on the table. He's amused at your flirting.

Smiling at you, Charlie comes back to the table with two glasses, obviously not magiquila. "Here we are... something a bit different for you." He sits, across from you, and watches, eyes drawn quickly to your nails and then to your reaction.

Justin cocks an eyebrow. "What is it then, doll?" He swirls the drink around. "If you're trying to get me drunk to make me easy...," he leans toward you," ... its really not necessary."

"It's a special thing they make for me. Fire absinthe and mulled wine. Mixed this way they're excellent." He smiles again. "And I don't usually need to get anyone drunk. That much shouldn't do much more than make you happy." He raises his own glass and says, before taking a sip. "Of course, too much will make you hallucinate."

Justin purses his lips and takes a whiff, wrinkling his nose delicately before taking a small sip. He looks surprised. "Not bad, dahling," he grins. He tilts his head at the waitress. "I see you like birds too," he comments. "Frankly, I think a cock makes boys so much prettier."

"No, it's not bad." Charlie finishes his drink much too quickly, as he's very used to this mix, and leans back in his seat, eyes still watching your reaction. At your words though, he turns to look at the waitress, waving slightly when she smiles at him and then turning back to you. "I prefer different things at different times. Besides," He winks, "What's makes you think I like cock at all?"

Justin smirks at that, taking another drink before answering. "Call it intuition," he sighs. "Besides, you bought me a drink didn't you? I hardly think you'd be wasting your time with me for fashion advice." He licks his lips again, and moves to slide a foot along your ankle.

Charlie smiles again but makes no move to indicate anything. "Oh, I don't know. I could just need someone to help decorate my new flat..." Teasing again.

Justin looks unconcerned. "Sure, I'll help you with that." He shifts in his chair. "And you can try to resist me while I'm in your flat," he adds coyly. He runs one painted nail around the rim of his glass before taking another sip.

Watches the finger on the glass, then looks up into your eyes. He licks his lips and then grins at you, voice dropping lower. "I never said I would resist."

Justin widens his eyes briefly before giving you a wicked grin. "I really didn't think you would, doll," he agrees. "You're the hottest new thing I've seen in a while," he murmurs before taking another sip.

"Am I now?" He looks amused. "And even with all the other new comers recently?"

"I don't flatter dishonestly," he coos. "I may like cock, but I don't lie for it. I don't need to, doll."

"No, no. I'm sure you don't." He looks at you for a long moment, considering you, then smiles again and looks down at your glass. "Like another? Or something else... I wouldn't want you hallucinating..."

"I'm fine, really," Justin replies. "I was serious about helping you decorate too," he says suddenly. "I'd be willing to offer all my services," he winks.

"I bet you would." He chuckles, then shrugs. "If you like decorating. The damned thing came empty. I'm horrible about that..."

Justin looks excited. "Ohhh, I love that; I'd consider that fun. Not as fun as other things, but I do so love to decorate." Justin's eyes roam over your body.

Charlie cocks his head, considering you for a moment longer and then in one quick movement slides his chair around, next to yours. "Yes well, the other things you'd love aren't so easy to talk about here." Voice low and deep now that he's so close. He smiles and winks at you, then leans away a bit.

Justin looks pleased to have you closer. "Mmmm, doll, you certainly know how to sound sexy," he purrs, his hand sliding to your knee. This time, Justin leans over to whisper near your ear, "You do like being on top don't you, love?"

"It's a gift." He turns his head slightly to face yours, barely an inch away. "Do I look like a bottom?"

Justin licks his lips, his hand squeezing your knee slightly. "Why do you think I said hello?" he replies with a saucy tone. "You're manly. I like manly."

Charlie drops his arm around the back of your chair. "Good. Because I do try.'" he smiles again, his other hand dropping to cover yours and squeeze it quickly.

Justin looks over at your jaw line, and he makes a contented, humming sound. His hand slides slightly up your thigh. "Do you mind terribly that I'm a student?" If he ever gets you naked, he wants to make sure nothing's going to change your mind.

"Not if you're legal." He smirks quickly, shifting his legs to let your hand move as you will. "If you don't mind being seen with an old man."

"I think older men are sexy," he says, his tone lilting and teasing. He slides his hand up to the juncture of your thigh and hip, fingers barely squeezing. "Do you have a bed at that empty flat yet?"

"Mmm... king size with brass adornments." He bites at his lip slightly as you squeeze, his hand on your chair sliding to run his fingers over the back of your neck.

Justin's eyes light up, his whole attitude nearly sparkling like bubbly champagne. He leans his head back ever so slightly against your fingers, as his own fingers tickle your leg a bit more firmly.

Charlie laughs softly at his attitude, then licks his lips before leaning over to whisper. "You seem easy to turn on, doll. That's refreshing."

He turns his head to kiss your cheek, and then looks at you with a prissy tilt to his chin. "I don't turn on for just anyone," he points out. "I may like shagging, but not with any bloke I meet."

He raises and eyebrow and leans back a bit. "Something I'll have to work for then? Well... that makes it better." He winks, his hand turning to cup your neck and squeeze gently, then he drops it back onto your chair. "Your drink is getting warm."

"So am I," Justin chuckles, taking another sip, "getting warm, that is." He begins rubbing your leg, grazing your cock with his fingertips only once. He bats his eyelashes at you innocently. "You like pretty boys, sweetie?"

Charlie doesn't even shiver as you touch him but his hand goes back to yours and stills it against his thigh. "You should be careful, doll. I can only keep my hands to myself for so long. And I may get arrested, doing what I'm thinking of in the middle of a pub." His voice low again, almost dangerous.

"I like knowing you want your hands on me," he purrs. "And your mouth," he adds softly. "Why don't you finish my drink for me?"

"My mouth?" He chuckles. "You are sure of yourself." But he smiles and turns, hand off your chair to take the glass and empty it in one drink.

"Am I wrong?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath ruffling your hair. His palms are splayed flat on the table, his nails vivid on the wood table.

"Ooohh... Probably not." He smiles and then stands up, offering you his hand. "Care for a walk?"

"A walk would be lovely," he murmurs, taking your hand with a gentle squeeze and standing. "Especially if its toward your flat."

"That could probably be arranged." He winks and then draws you out of the room, waving at a rather upset looking waitress as you head out.

Justin preens, giving the waitress a wink and giggling when she looks even more angry. His arm links through yours, and he resists reaching to squeeze your arse.

Charlie stops as you leave to whisper something in the ear of one of the younger men standing around outside, and then smiles at you and runs a hand thru his hair, looking around and then leading you down a side street of shops.

Justin watches the exchange curiously, but says nothing, merely returning your smile and walking along beside. "Some blokes think I come on too strong," he sighs, almost petulantly.

"Some blokes can't handle you, I'm guessing." Said matter-of-factly as he shrugs and comes to a building in the middle of the side street, taking you around to a stairwell at the side and letting go of your arm to walk up.

Justin grins at that, pout disappearing. "I think you can," he says happily, his eyes on your body as you walk up the stairs. He follows, looking pleased. At your door, his palm cups your arse for a brief moment before letting go and smiling serenely.

Charlie laughs and, after a brief glance to make sure the alley below is deserted, grabs you by your arm and presses you against his still closed door, stepping up and pressing against you, looking down to meet your eyes. "Sure you want to come in..." Voice low and teasing.

"Do you promise I'm going to come?" he quips, rubbing his groin against yours. "Fuck, you're sexy," he sighs.

He laughs again, low, and presses back, rubbing against you just slightly. "Only if you can convince me you should." He winks. "And I know I am."

Justin's hands snake around to cup your arse and pull you against him even more. "You already think I should, or you wouldn't have brought me home," he giggles, leaning to lick your neck. He pulls back, eyes hooded as he gazes at you. "And that fact you know it is part of what makes you so fucking sexy."

Charlie just smiles and snakes one arm around your waist, pulling you into him as the other takes out his wand and taps the door, unlocking it. He steps into the doorway and then into the room, his steps forcing you backwards.

Justin moves with you, sighing softly, his mouth moving back to your neck, kissing it lightly. When you finally stop, he removes his lips from your flesh. "Decorating tips now or later?" he asks in a low, sexy voice.

"Well, it is the reason I brought you over. " He smirks and then brings his other hand to cup your neck, hard, dragging you against him and lowering his mouth to yours.

Justin lets out a startled gasp, but it settles into a gentle moan, his mouth opening under yours. His stomach tilts, excited by your mouth on his at last. His tongue sneaks out to run along your lips.

Charlie smiles almost ferally against your lips and slides his tongue out along yours and into your mouth, the hand at your waist tugging at your shirt and then sliding against your skin.

Justin presses against you eagerly, his tongue meeting yours, playfully retreating before moving forward into your mouth again. He wiggles, allowing you to easily move his shirt up out of the way, his own hands moving to your waist.

Something flashes red and there's a sharp knock at the door. "Damn..'' he smiles against your lips, then slides to nip at your ear. "The bedroom is down that little hall. I'll be just a sec."

Justin gives you a pouty look, but his hand glides over your cock as he moves away. He lifts his shirt over his head, dropping the bit of silver in the bedroom doorway before moving inside.

After a few minutes of hushed voices at the door you hear the door close and Charlie muttering wards to keep people away. He picks up your shirt as he steps into the bedroom. "I think you lost something...I didn't know decorators had to be nude..."

Justin is stretched across your bed on his side, completely nude. Muscled arms, thighs and abdomen evident, as well as his utter lack of modesty. "I work better this way, honest," he smiles wickedly.

"Oh... is that so." He winks and then raises an eyebrow at you, peeling off his shirt slowly.

Justin lifts an eyebrow, watching you, licking his lips. "I'm quite sure you work better this way too," he speaks in a breathy voice.

"Well, you wouldn't know.... yet..." He slides his hand down his chest and to his stomach, intentionally slow, to toy at the snap of his jeans. " You know, I do think you should help me with these..."

Justin curls his legs to sit up on his knees. "Why don't you come over here then?" he says suggestively. "And call it instinct, love, but I suspect you're very, very good."

"Well, I suppose you have good instincts then." He grins and comes to stand in front of you, one hand sliding to cup behind your ear. "I am very good."

Justin licks his lips, looking up at you. "I can't wait until you prove it," he purrs, his fingers deftly opening your trousers. He lets his nails trail along your thighs as he lowers them, and he leans over to kiss your cock softly.

Charlie smiles as he kicks them away, tightening his hand in your hair as he crawls into the bed, on his knees in front of you. He leans in to kiss you, teasingly, forcing you to lean back a few inches as he does so.

Justin's palms move over your chest, to your stomach and back up again to rub your nipples between his fingers. He willingly moves back, savouring your kiss, enjoying the fact that your aggressive.

Charlie growls into the kiss as you touch his nipples, his own hand sliding to mimic the action, tugging at them more sharply than you have his, and then he flattens a palm against your chest to push away from you, smirking. "Careful, doll, you'll get this moving too fast..." His other hand trailing fingers up your inner thigh.

Justin pants, a sexy smile on his face. "Fuck, you are delicious," he sighs happily. He shivers at your hand on his thigh, and he leans back, hot eyes on you.

"I try." He winks and then presses you back completely across the bed, sliding his eyes to his own hand on your thigh and scratching his nails up more firmly.

Justin feels a hungry chill spread over him, and he winks back, licking his lips. "So fucking glad I flirted," he says in a hoarse voice, eyes trailing from your chest, to your cock, and back up again.

Charlie looks up to meet your eyes, his own dark and somewhat dangerously promising. "Not yet, sweetheart. But you will be." And he wraps his teasing hand around your cock, eyes locked with yours, and begins an agonizingly slow, firm, pump.

Justin throws his head back, closing his eyes, and breathes heavily. Moans and other incoherent noise erupt from his mouth, but he says nothing, merely spreads his legs to give you better access.

"A sound that fucking sexy from such a delicate throat...* Murmured almost to himself the sound is so low. He smirks softly as your legs spread and slides his other hand to scratch up your thigh, the first still pumping over your cock.

Justin shivers again, reaching a palm to caress your chest. "Sweet torture," he murmurs at last, his other hand gripping the duvet.

"Mmmm.... it would be if I stopped." Voice low and wicked, hand speeding up just a fraction as the other trails fingertips lightly across your balls. "Then what would you do...."

"Say please and pout prettily?" Justin purrs, hooded eyes looking up at you. Every nerve ending is tingling, begging for release, and his hips rise unbidden off the bed.

"Some people call that begging..." Teasingly contemplative, before he moves back just an inch and replaces the stroking hand with his mouth, hands going to your thighs as he swirls his tongue at the head of your cock slowly.

Justin's breath hitches before finally expelling in a low, long moan. "Does that bother you?" he finally grinds out, his lilting voice catching as he speaks.

Charlie leans back a fraction of an inch. "No." Voice laughing against the head of your cock before he leans down again, fingers gripping your thighs harder as he begins sliding down over you.

Justin gives a satisfied sigh that turns into another moan when you take him in your mouth. One hand threads in your hair, the other gripping the duvet again, and he forces himself to relax and savour.

He smiles as your hand goes to his hair, and moves back up your cock a bit quicker than before, tongue lapping again before he slides back down, repeating this and falling into rhythm, one hand sliding up your torso to tug lightly at a nipple.

"Fuck, you have a sweet mouth." Justin doesn't even try to hide the fact he's panting. "I won't last. You're too good," he groans, impressed. His head thrashes from side to side.

Charlie cocks an eyebrow and looks up at you on his next upstroke, eyes, catching yours as he leans off, smile mischievous, then leans back and begins again, faster, tongue sliding and flicking against the shaft as he drops down.

Biting his bottom lip, Justin massages your head with his fingers, without even realising what he's doing. His hips move against your mouth, and he presses himself back down against the mattress. Knuckles turn white as they grip the duvet more tightly in his hand.

Charlie chuckles around your cock, the vibrations sliding against you, and speeds up a bit more, then leans off just a brief moment to suck two fingers into his mouth, eyes wicked and locked on you. He returns to your cock, picking up the speed again and slides one finger between your parted legs and against your opening, pressing.

Justin widens his legs even more, his chest rising and falling rapidly, unable to tear his eyes off your fingers in your mouth. His breath catches as you press into him, and he all but purrs your name.

Encouraged by that, Charlie speeds up, pressing one finger inside of you and then the other, quickly working them, pumping to catch the speed of his mouth and then falling into a stuttered rhythm. Fingers pressing in as his lips move away. His eyes are dark, his own arousal forgotten as he pours all of his focus into making you feel, into proving himself as good as his word.

Justin cries out loudly, his whole body shuddering as orgasm grips him, both hands clenching the coverlet. His head is thrown back, eyes clenched shut, and his climax empties in long, hot burst.

Charlie milks your orgasm, drawing it out completely and waiting for the shivering to stop before he swallows, pulling off and smiling up at you, hands sliding back to your sides, waiting for your panting to calm.

"Bloody hell," Justin finally gasps. "I can't remember the last time I was blown so well," he compliments you, eyes and tone appreciative.

Charlie laughs and moves to lay on his side beside you, sliding a hand up your outer thigh to fidget on your stomach. "Well, then it hasn't been done right for a while."

"Mmmm," Justin coos, turning up on his side to face you. "Obviously not, sweets," he murmurs, leaning up to kiss your neck. "I need to trust my instincts more," he chuckles.

He gives a quick nod and leans to lick at your lips, wry grin back in place. "Oh yes, I would say you do. Very good instincts."

Justin trails a manicured nail down your chest to tease your navel. "Shall I return the favour, or would you rather fuck me?" he asks in a sexy voice, giving you a wink. His fingernail gently fucks your navel.

"You are forward when you want to be, aren't you sweet?" He smiles, then rolls to his back and cups a hand behind your neck. "Why don't you just return the favour, and then we'll see if you rank the other."

Justin licks his lips, moving over you, his eyes raking hungrily over your body. "And could I have gotten your attention being demure?" he teases, settling himself between your legs and over your body. His mouth moves to your ear, tugging and nibbling at the lobe, his hot breath on your neck.

Charlie shivers, hand at your neck tightening. "My attention, sure, but not so much of my time." He smiles and leans to nip quickly at your shoulder before his hand presses you down, not forcefully, but firmly. "But no teasing. Not this time."

Justin willingly slides down your chest and stomach placing licks and kisses all the way down, until he feels your cock on his chin. With a soft moan, he licks the tip, tasting a drop of pre-cum, before laving your head with his tongue.

His fingers curl tighter at your neck, other hand stroking over you short hair lightly. "Mmm.. Yeah. That's more like it." Hips pressing slightly toward you.

Justin's tongue plays with your head a bit more, before he finally sinks his mouth over your length. He sucks lightly, sliding back up, only to slide all the way down again.

The hand on your head presses slightly, suggesting a rhythm as he arches slightly off the bed and into your mouth.

Smiling around your cock, Justin falls easily into the rhythm, head bobbing on your cock, tongue licking occasionally with each slide down. A palm moves to your balls, fondling them in his hand, his movements steady on you.

Charlie growls softly, a deep throaty sound, and bites his lip. Dropping his head back to the pillows and guiding the rhythm with his hand, forcing it to quicken slightly. "Well, you are good at that." Each word a separate growl.

Justin moans around your cock at both your tone and your words, the vibrations moving from top to bottom as his mouth continues to suck your cock. He lets you set the pace, all but letting your cock fuck his mouth, more than happy to return this favour.

"Fuck." Hissed thru biting his lip before he tugs you off of his cock with the hand at your neck and pulls your body up along his, crushing your mouth to his and growling softly. "I think you are definitely worth the other."

Justin moans against your mouth, filled with satisfaction at pleasing you well enough to garner a fuck. He nibbles at your lips, moving to your jaw line, eager to please you more, excited by your growl.

"Like that idea, eh?" He smirks, eyes filled with lust and promise, and then pulls you up, locking his eyes with yours. . "Like the idea of getting fucked by an old man, doll?"

"I don't think you're old," he croons. "I just think you're experienced, and I'm getting to profit from it." Hot eyes look back into yours, unashamed and full of passion. "I wouldn't have come on to you if I didn't find you damn hot."

Charlie chuckles and takes a breath, drawing your head in for a long deep kiss, more to regain his composure than anything. This is going to last. He draws away finally, eyes smouldering into yours. "What do you want me to do to you, then? With all this experience I have..." Voice teasing with promise again.

"I want you to play with my hole until I'm begging for it, and then I want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock," Justin says simply, as if you should know. He leans in to kiss your mouth again, his fingers moving to play with your nipples.

"Well in that case..." He smirks and presses himself up, kissing you and then turning so that you're on your side. He rolls you onto your stomach slowly and stretches your arms above your head with his, leaning to nip and lick at your shoulder and settle on his knees between your spread legs as he does so.

Justin stretches languidly, quite enjoying your take charge attitude. He's thrilled with your experience, and he spreads his legs wider for you. "So fucking hot," he murmurs to himself, licking his bottom lip.

"It gets better." Growled against your shoulder as he slides his hands down your arms and to your slides, leaning over your back and biting into your shoulder before he begins tracing his tongue down your spine. Nipping at laving his tongue over the skin beside it, hands going quick to your hips and holding you steady.

Justin makes little noises against the bed, chills spreading over his body at your tongue on his flesh. "I can't wait," he finally pants.

The hands at your hips slide to caress your arse as his nipping and soft tongue reach your hips, a moment later he's holding your open gently and his tongue swipes across your opening, teasingly slow.

"Mmmmm," Justin purrs, trying to lift his pelvis to give you better access. "Again, the sweet torture." He doesn't sound as if he's complaining.

Charlie chuckles deep in his chest, the sound more a feeling for you than a sound, and presses his tongue into you, fucking it into your hold slowly, hands kneading your hips.

"Ohhh," Justin squeals, pleasure shooting through his body. He's panting again, coherent thought a bit muffled by the pleasure from your tongue.

Encouraged, Charlie begins fucking with tongue in earnest, leaning back just long enough to growl. "Until you beg for it, eh?"

Justin squirms and lets out another squeal. "I'll beg now, sweet," he promises. "Please fuck me," he coos, voice cracking as he wiggles, trying to lift his arse up to you.

Barely a second later and Charlie has slid up against your back, his mouth on your shoulder and one hands sliding up along yours, the other on your hip as he replaces his tongue with the head of his cock and growls against your shoulder as he slides inside you in one long thrust.

Groaning loudly in pleasure, Justin tilts his hips to receive you as deep as possible. He makes muffled noises into the bed, his arse aching to feel you move.

Buried in you he pauses for just a moment to catch his breath and then begins pumping, his hips matching the pace of his tongue earlier and then surpassing it. This isn't the time for him to tease himself.

Justin grunts with each thrust, leaning back against you to match your rhythm. Between moans, he murmurs random words of "yes" and "fuck" and "Merlin," breathing more heavily all the time.

And each murmured word seems to resonate in Charlie's hips pumping faster, pressing you into the mattress and alternating between moans and growling as he bites your shoulder and holds your hips tight. "Fuck, Justin, you're good..."

"Yes," he purrs, voice raw. "Fuck Justin," he urges you on. "So good," he adds between frantic breaths.

A harsh laugh and he pulls your hips up against him and rides you, fucking fast and hard and digging his teeth into your shoulder, panting against your ear. "That what you want, doll? For me to fuck you raw? I'll tear you in fucking two."

Justin whimpers softly at that. "Want to feel you come inside me," he moans. "Fuck, Charlie," he groans. "You make me crazy." Every word is ground out, voice hoarse with passion.

"Hell yeah..." He thrusts harder, leaning his shoulder against the back of your neck and pressing you into the bed. A few more quick thrusts and he shudders, growling again as he comes.

Justin gives a delighted moan as he feels you orgasm, and he swallows back your name, feeling it far too intimate of him to call it out just then. He's breathing is still ragged as he feels you shudder and fill him.

Charlie pants against your neck for a few moments, his own body shuddering, then slumps down against your back, dropping an almost uncharacteristically soft kiss to your shoulder, on top of his bite marks. "Wow. That was exceptional."

"Merlin, it was," Justin agrees, in a breathy voice. He had no idea when he lusted after you in front of the pub that you'd be such an amazing fuck, and he's still a bit shocked by just how exceptional you were. He winces at his sore shoulder, but sighs happily nonetheless.

Charlie chuckles and then pats your hip, pulling out and rolling off of you to stretch out on his back at your side, hands going to fold at his stomach. He frowns, slightly. "You're not one of the ones that will cry in jealousy when I fuck someone else, are you?" Voice teasing, but only slightly.

Leaning up on his elbows, Justin looks over at you. At your words, an amused grin fills his face. "Are you bloody crazy? I've never quit fucking around for anyone," he laughs. He leans over and kisses your stomach. "I'll be disappointed if you never want to play with me again, but I'd never expect you to play with just me."

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." He chuckles, forgetting where the quote was from, and reaches to cup a hand around the back of your neck again. *What time did you have to be back to the castle?"

Justin shrugs, "When I get there," he says casually. "But if you're wanting me out of here, I can go anytime." He looks at you frankly, very accustomed to being fucked and then expected to leave.

Charlie looks over. "Nah. Stay as long as you want." He settles further into the bed and smiles. "I mean, you must be a little tired. And, harsh as I may seem, I can provide a good cuddle." He winks and laughs again.

Justin cocks an eyebrow at that, and lazily trails a red nail down your chest. "Well, you are exceptional," he grins. "Great shag and a cuddle? My," he puts a palm to his cheek, giving you a surprised look before laughing.

"Just for the special ones." He winks, then slips his arm around your shoulders and draws you down to his side. "The rest get booted out the door after I come."

Justin laughs more heartily, not sure if you're teasing or not, and not really too concerned. He's more than pleased you letting him stay, and not too worried about why. He settles against you, giving a soft sigh. "And if I fall asleep, I promise I don't snore," he croons.

Charlie chuckles and pats your shoulder hard. "How do you know?" Laughing again and biting back a yawn. "Damn. I'm usually not tired after just one go... you really must have drained me."

Justin grins. "You've not found nearly good enough fucks lately then," he echoes your earlier comment. "Night, Charlie," he yawns.

"I must have been looking in the wrong places. And now they just up and find me outside of pubs." He laughs again and squeezes your shoulder. "Night."

Justin doesn't answer, merely snores softly beside you.

[fin]