OTP: Richard x Charles
~NSFW Content [Smut]~
The next thing Charles knew was that Richard had him pinned up against the wall with his hands, the smile that he knew way too well had been played at his lips before he had went in for a kiss. It was forceful, uncoordinated, and messy. The smaller one out of the two would refuse to press his own lips back to his, not wanting to let the purple man win.
Charles was disgusted and wanted to wipe his lips as soon as Richard pulled his lips away from his own. He hated him, the purple man knew this. Memories flooded back into times when they were best friends, back in college, school, and that one time he got drunk. Eyebrows furrowed, the gray man struggled against Richard's tight grip.
The next thing that came into his mind was to kick him in the balls, but before he had even a chance to do so, the child murderer had picked him up from the ground into his arms. Charles wiggled and squirmed, wanting to be freed from that prison.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you, Charles... ?" His voice was rough, husky, and filled with fatigue. He had whispered it, closely to his left ear, enough to send a shiver down the phone guy's spine.
What happened later was something unexpected, something that Charles never expected Richard to do during these kind of moments. The purple man gently set him down, noticing that his motives were unwanted, noticing the lack of response from his old best friend.
Charles stared up at him, wiping his lips with his right wrist, taking the chance to out of the building as fast as he could while trying to look calm. He had left Richard, and Richard understood that.
He had almost raped him, even though the purple man had raped others before. Richard frowned a bit, stuffing his hands into his pockets. -
-Charles laid in his bed irritated, hairs ruffled and messy, alone in his sheets, the absence of his wife was no surprise for a long time. She was gone, out of his life, just like his son. He rubbed the brim of his nose, bringing himself to look at the clock.
12:30 AM
He sighed, recalling the events of what had happened only hours before. It was clear, in a way, that Richard liked him. All the times as teenagers just seemed to be more clear in how he acted around him. The sharing of the cupcakes, letting him stay over, fighting for him, etc.
Charles told him already, he did not like men, or him, in a romantic way. They weren't even best friends anymore. It was like he was taking care of him like he was a child; Richard needed to be pampered like a kid, it was a fact.
The phone guy rolled on his side, pushing the covers closer to his body, shaking a bit. He was just realizing that he could have had the chances of being raped. Charles knew that he should have quitted his job a long time ago, and he had no reasons to stay, actually...
Heavy steps collided against his wooden floor down the hallway, quiet humming to go along with it. Richard had always been a heavy walker. Charles' heart thumped in his chest, having him to close his eyes tightly just in time as the door opened.
It had become some sort of routine for the purple man. Whenever he couldn't sleep, he would walk to Charles' house, sneak in, and watch him sleep. If the phone guy were awake, Charles would have tried to fall asleep in hopes that Richard would have went away.
There was a chair near his bed, which was where the tall man would sit when he would have watched him. And that's where the purple man sat, white irises intent on never looking away at Charles' figure. The way his chest would usually rise up and down, and how he looked so peaceful. Now, Richard notes, his back turned away from him, which he really didn't mind, and his body seemed tense.
Richard sits back in the chair and watches.
"Do you know how long I've waited for you, Charles?"
This sentence of that "dialogue" echoed inside Charles' mind, taunting him in some way, maybe even haunting him. He knew that the purple man was someone, impatient, who never wanted to wait, always taking what he wanted when he wanted it. The small one held in a sigh that almost managed to escape from his throat.
He could have felt Richard's eyes on him without even looking, knowing that falling asleep was going to help him get out of that awkward situation in some way. Maybe, doing so, that creepy feeling the other gave him could have calmed down if even just a little.
He felt a hand crawl on his shoulder, making him pop his eyes open in slight surprise. He didn't dare make any sign of awareness, trying to stay still and quiet as possible as he could. He swallowed, hoping that Richard's hand would have moved away soon.
But as soon as he thought this, the purple man's hand moved down. Charles felt a weight press against his bed, another hand joining onto his body before they rubbed onto his chest, very gently. As if Richard didn't want to wake him up as if he hadn't been already awake.
Charles wandered how many times his coworker had done this while he was in a land of slumber, having him to a little.
"Oh, Charles," Richard whispered against his skin. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
He had asked it like he would reply, like he would put words in a sentence for a response and use his vocal chords. He feels a hand crawl onto his shoulder, making him pop his eyes open in slight surprise. He didn't dare make any sign that he was awake, trying to stay still and quiet as possible as he could. He swallows, hoping that Richard's hand would move away soon.
But as soon as he thought this, the purple man's hand moved down. Charles felt the weight press against his bed, another hand joining onto his body before they rubbed over his chest, gently, carefully, as if Richard didn't want to wake him up if he hadn't been already awake.
Richard's hands skillfully dragged themselves up his shirt, making Charles tense up and lately hope that the movement resulted wouldn't have been noticed by the purple man. His fingers felt cold against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. As they started moving upwards his chest, the phone guy wanted to move out of his grasp, run out the door, and never come back in any place where Richard might have been.
But he pressed his lips together and stopped himself to even move a muscle.
"You are indeed a great friend, Charles, but..." Richard trailed off , his sentence never coming to an end as if he was afraid to offend his friend as he moved his hands against his chest so, so, so gently and then glided them against his nipples.
Charles held in a gasp, along with a jerk reaction of his leg, hoping that all of that would have just been some fucked up dream created by his mind, related to the latest event.
The phone guy could have felt a pair of lips find their way to his neck, pressing against his skin gently. The same pair of hands caressing his sides, making the smaller man blush somewhat hard. Richard placed a small kiss on his jawline before his teeth found themselves nibbling the part where the chubby man's head and neck connected.
Charles struggled to hold back a soft moan, proving him the fact that this was no dream or nightmare, this was real life. Richard had him in his grasp, touching him inappropriately as if they were together, and he was scared of it. Not wanting to anger him in any way, Charles stayed still, and stayed quiet.
Richard's head was laying on his shoulder now, his eyes closed as his hands roamed around on his upper body, his neck getting nibbled on like it was some kind of dessert that had to be savored forever. It was only when Charles felt something hard poke against his thigh, causing him to pop his eyes open, that inside himself thoughts started to chaotically fill his brain.
'Oh, dear god, please tell me that's a knife and not what I think it is.'
As if Richard knew that Charles had "awoken", he harshly switched the phone guy's position to have him laying on his, letting the smaller one out of the two let out a gasp of surprise, his cheeks painted a light pink, his body shaking in shock, and his eyes staring right into Richard's.
It was then he had a clear view of how the purple man was dressed: tie hanging from his neck, shirt unbuttoned and revealing the bullet hole in his neck perfectly, pants unzipped with a loose belt. And to his horror, the thing he had felt was what he thought it was.
Lips crashed onto Charles', much more softer than before. And to the phone guy's surprise, his body reacted to it in the way he didn't want it to, as his lips pushed against back. Charles could almost feel a smile form on Richard's face as the purple man grabbed his hands with one of his own, the other grabbing the belt mentioned before.
Before he could grasp even just a little of what was going on, his hands tied up together above his head, causing the chubby male's blush get deeper. The kiss had grown sloppy, uncoordinated, and profound. Richard didn't even bother warn him about what he had in mind, playing around with Charles' slightly perked nipples to make him gasp and squirm and open his mouth enough to let him slip his tongue inside his wet cavern.
It was no fight in who was dominating Richard's tongue exploring the phone guy's mouth, licking and tasting everything inch of the palate, before to wrap his wriggling mean around the other's that laid in his warm home.
This caused Charles to let out a small whimper of lust or need, his body warming up at the idea of doing intimate things with his "old friend". His brain had almost completely shut down for the situation, and before he could have got any chance of sucking onto Richard's tongue, the other had already pulled away, for his displeasure.
Richard looked down at him, chuckling under his breath as he pressed his lips against his jawline once again, leaving little kisses over every inch of him before of letting them trail down on his neck like at first, but this time, instead of a gentle nibbling, there was a biting, not a really bad one or very hard, but still enough to get Charles into gasping and whimpering.
Once he was finished, a small hickey found itself on Charles' neck.
Richard let himself pull away from the phone guy's neck, grabbing the hems of his shirt and pulling it off, over his head. Fingers grasping the tie around the purple man's neck, sliding it off before Charles' head got gently lifted and his eyes covered by darkness.
Richard moved his head down, saliva covering his lips as he flicked his tongue on Charles' right nipple while the other was being twisted even so gently by his handiwork, teeth grazing as a soft moan managed to escape from the smaller male's lips. Ah, what a lovely sound he so dearly craved to hear since a long time, it was like coming back time.
These were new sensations to the smaller male, not saying that they felt bad, instead, to him, they felt amazing. Charles could have said that he was in heaven, but that would have been the most wrong thing to say: Richard was more likely to be a devil, not even a little close to an angel.
The roles for what nipple got licked and what one got twisted switched, Richard's hand falling down on the chubby man's pajama pants, the other twisting the right. Soft, quiet moans were coming from the man underneath him, arriving at him and playing into his brain: it was probably the most marvelous and lovely symphony that ever touched his ears, for him.
As Richard noticed the erection poking through the bearded man's lower clothes, he could have not avoid an amused and pleased chuckle.
The purple man pulled away from his chest, admiring his work on the phone guy's body so far. Fingers laid at the hem of his pajama pants, ready to pull them down at any point, but oh god if he enjoyed the quiet whimpers of lust and need that called out from Charles' mouth.
One of his hands left to go and lower down to the other male's erection, fingers wrapping around the bulge to then tease it. In reaction, Charles did nothing but leave a shaky noise of pleasure come out from him.
"Goddamn, Charles.." The other commented to himself, pulling his hand away.
And as soon as those words were spoken, Charles could feel his lower night wear slip to his ankles, a gasp leaving his lips as a shudder sent up his spine. The phone guy felt Richard's hands grope around his clothed member, letting himself to continue making the same noises of need, lust, whatever it was.
Charles hated the teasing, even if it hadn't gone on for long, it had left his erection pushing in a painful way in his boxers. With his eyes blinded from whatever Richard was doing to his body, he could never expect the man's next move.
The bearded man let out a gasp of surprise, feeling Richard harshly pull down his boxers. Charles felt exposed, embarrassed, and downright dirty. He felt as if he could melt into his bed sheets and never return. The phone guy felt hazy, even though he could only see darkness, his world was spinning.
Richard's hand lightly felt around his big cock, having to let out a chuckle of amusement at the slight pre-cum decorating the sides of it. It looked as if it could throb in front of him as he gently grabbed a hold on his shaft. Placing his lips on his tip, kissing it lightly and rubbing them against the rim of it.
Charles felt himself bite his lower lip, as if a new fear had risen up inside him, as if he was scared of letting any more noises escape his mouth.
The purple man licks his shaft as his lips dripped down his erected cock, which he knew Charles would never voice it, but his actions explained how much he wanted his member wanted to be his mouth. He loved to tease. He loved the reactions he would get from his teasing, but something would draw him to satisfy Charles' needs.
Richard found his teeth nibbling on the sides of Charles' erection, hearing more whimpers from the male below him. He decided to stop his teasing there for now, licking his lips as he built his them back up to the top, licking it gradually slow.
"A-Ah.." It escaped from his mouth so quickly that he couldn't stop it, feeling embarrassed from his recent dialogue.
It was enough to get Richard to take in his tip into his cavern, swirling his tongue around it, mixing his saliva and Charles' pre-cum together. He could hear the bearded man throwing out a moan into the somewhat silence as he did this, moving him forward to take in a little bit more.
Charles closed his eyes, not caring for the tie around them as he moaned. It felt like it had been the longest time since someone had done this to him, seeing that he was never the type to go straight into sex with a stranger. His spine shuddered as the man above him, straddling his hips a bit, sucked onto his erection, making him release a somewhat loud sound of pleasure.
The purple man's teeth grazed against the sides as he took in more, remembering how thick his cock was now. It never stopped him from giving him a decent blowjob nevertheless. He wanted Charles thrashing in his bed, readying himself to climax, but he took his time in letting his cock disappear into his mouth.
The small one out of the two wanted to sit up and force Richard's head to down his erection, despite it being against his nature, but his hands were still stuck above his head, still tied in a neat knot.
He moaned, and he moaned, and moaned.
It felt pleasurably good. Too good even. Richard's mouth was halfway around his member, but it was enough to make him want to climax. He holds it in, wanting to enjoy whatever it was that the purple man had to offer.
While Richard was three quarters in, he found himself not being able to take in more as his eyes looked up at Charles' lovely face.
Fingers grasped at his thighs ever so gently, his tongue running up and down on the phone guy's shaft, the bobbing of the taller male's head being the cause of this. This is what it all took to bring Charles over the edge and yell out moans and whimpers as he came into Richard's warm cavern.
The phone guy got to barely catch his breath as soon as Richard had swallowed almost every last drop of his semen and pulled away from his cock. He had flipped him around onto his stomach, pulling his hands away from his hips after raising his ass into the air.
Richard pulled his erected cock out from his boxers, biting his lower lip as he bent over the phone guy's figure. His head rested on Charles' shoulder, like it had before, nipping at his ear. "Are you ready, Charles?~"
Charles couldn't find his voice to respond back to his question, but he didn't seem to care. His tip played at his entrance, teased at it even. The bearded man felt a large blush paint itself on his cheeks as he bit his lip. His head shakily nods.
As soon as he got the response he slightly wanted, Richard thrusted himself into him, blushing lightly. He groaned huskily in his ear, smiling at the loud moan he received in return. He knew it was a bit painful for the phone guy, which was the reason he stayed still inside him.
Charles felt a shiver crawl down his spine, hoping to adjust to Richard quickly so he could continue. His cock felt so good, but it stretched him out more then he wanted it to, which created it to be painful.
Richard could finally take in a handful of air, unknown that he was even holding his breath as Charles gave him a sign that he was okay. He would throw his hips back, harshly grasping at his while he pulled out before slamming himself into him. He moaned align with Charles, but his being gradually louder than his own.
"Shit - fuck, you're so damn tight.." Richard hummed, repeating his previous action, enjoying the marvelous sound of Charles' noises of pleasure.
The noises of their bodies colliding was the melody and the beat, their moans the lyrics. It felt amazingly good in Charles' opinion, wanting more as his hips moved against his. He couldn't help but almost scream in pleasure as the purple man hit his G-spot harshly. Richard's hand had slipped beneath his stomach, gently grabbing his cock and started to stroke his shaft.
Charles was ready to climax, ready to collapse onto his bed, get in the sheets and fall asleep. He was so tired, physically and mentally. Richard's moaning that went with his only made him warm up to the idea of spreading his semen onto his bedsheets.
As soon as he felt Richard's cum enter his body with a final harsh thrust into his G-spot, it encouraged him to climax as well.
They both groaned in unison.
And as soon as Richard pulled out of him, the phone guy fell onto the bed, catching his breath.
He felt the belt being untied from his hands, letting them falling to his sides, just as then the tie around his head as well disappeared. The bearded man felt too tired to open his eyes as the extra weight left his mattress, leaving him alone to his peace. Maybe, now, he could sleep without worries burying his mind.