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"That kinda depends on context, doesn't it?"

He's being picky, of course, simply for the sake of having something to be argumentative about, but it doesn't do very well for his continued attempts at being irritating if he just agrees with Charlie.

At the same time, he figures he can take the opportunity to try to wriggle out from underneath Charlie and use his legs to flip him over again. Or at least, try to. Charlie's got a pretty good grip on him right now.

He relaxes the pressure on Meyer's shoulders, just enough to let him flip him over. Sure, he likes putting up a fight as much as Meyer does, but honestly he does like feeling pinned down by him, likes the way he presses him straight into the mattress. He lands on his back, bouncing slightly on the mattress with a soft 'oof.'

Meyer still looks entirely too calm for this and Charlie retaliates by stretching his arms up over his head, elbows bent and resting against the headboard. "Happy nows?"

"Mhmm."

And he does, indeed, look considerably happier, especially when Charlie stretches his arms up like that; it's a good view, who can blame him? "Now I can rub my stubble on you all I want."

He's not actually going to do it. He's just going to point out that he could. He leans forward a little, enough to trap Charlie's wrists, pinning them to the headboard, too. He's pretty sure Charlie could escape if he really wanted to, but that wouldn't be any fun at all.

"See if yous is getting any you tries that shit again." He tries his best to fix him with a hard look, but it's a little undercut by the further reaction his body is having to being both pinned underneath Meyer and having his wrists clamped onto the headboard. Damn, traitorous body.

"What if I don't want any?"

Of course, he'd be blatantly lying if he said that. That's probably pretty obvious, and truth be told, he pretty much always wants some when it comes to Charlie. He's not leaning in for any more irritating, though, even if he tries to make it look like he is -- he's just leaning down for a kiss.

Thank fucking god for that. He leans up to press himself into Meyer as they kiss, as much as he can with his hips and wrists still pinned down. But he presses forwards where he can, wanting to feel his chest flush against Meyer's, feel the way they're breathing together as they kiss.

It's pretty hard for him to effectively pin both Charlie's wrists and his hips when Charlie's so damn tall, but he's doing his best, spreading his weight out as evenly as he can, trying to keep Charlie pinned against the bed. He should've known that as soon as they'd started wrestling, this was where it was going to lead -- they're predictable, in some ways, but predictable doesn't mean bad. His kiss is a little slow, a little lazy, his breathing easily matching up with Charlie's.

It helps that he isn't struggle much any more. A little flexing of the muscles in his arms and wrists, just to keep things interesting. But he's certainly not going to try to roll Meyer off again, not when it feels this good to have him stretched across him and pinning him down, using all of his weight to sink Charlie into the mattress.

After a while they break for air, still staying close and breathing next to each other. At which point Charlie of course has an idea that needs sharing.

"You wanna tie my hands up there I'm fine with it, but yous better fucking suck me off for it."

"What, you think I'd just tie you up and leave you there without any reward? I'm hurt."

Truthfully, that's exactly the kind of thing he'd do, just to irritate the hell out of Charlie, and they both know it. He's also not going to turn down the offer, although he has to look around -- not relaxing his grip on Charlie's arms any -- for something to tie his hands with.

"If I let go of your hands for a second, you're not gonna try anything funny, are you?"

There's a belt just out of reach, and he'd grab it, but he's pretty sure Charlie's going to try to flip him over the second he lets go.

"Why would I dos I thing like that? Now I'm the one who's hurt." Look at this adorable innocent face, Meyer. He would never ever do anything to cause you any trouble.

But still, just for today he keeps his hands gripped dutifully on the headboard as Meyer roots around for a belt, although they way he's twitching and rocking his hips against his shows how he's not going to be entirely cooperative.

It's a pretty damn adorable face, he has to admit, and he's unnaturally fond of it, but that doesn't mean he trusts Charlie for a second. Charlie's one of those people who does whatever he can get away with, and is damn good at it, too.

So he's pleasantly surprised when Charlie doesn't pull away the minute he removes his hands to find a belt. The movement of Charlie's hips makes him smile a little -- he wouldn't want total cooperation, after all, that wouldn't be any fun -- and then he sets to tying Charlie's hands to the headboard, tight but not too tight, hands moving quickly and almost effortlessly; he's pretty damn good at this tying people up thing.

Satisfied with his work, he sits back a little, mostly to give Charlie an appreciative look, but, yeah, maybe to wriggle his hips against Charlie's just a little. Hey, they're naked, and Charlie's tied up. What else is he supposed to do?

He does have a knack for it. As soon as the belt is secure Charlie gives it a little tug, shifting the muscles in his arms and making sure it's secure. It's a nice feeling, having Meyer's weight on his hips and the tug of the belt around his wrists.

"Feels real fucking comfy." Maybe there's a touch of sarcasm there, but it is partially true, at least. Until Meyer starts shifting his hips, however, then Charlie's hissing in through his teeth as a wave of arousal passes through him.

"I'm glad to hear it," he says, a little touch of sarcasm of his own, but only to match Charlie's tone. He continues to shift his hips a little, trying to see if he can get another hiss out of Charlie -- he likes the sounds he makes, and as Charlie's probably noticed by now, he likes teasing him, especially when he's tied up.

He leans in to kiss Charlie, though, kiss a lot less slow and lazy now that Charlie's wrists are secured to the bed; something about that always sends a little spike of arousal through him.

Goddamn it. Letting Meyer tie him up always sounds great until he remembers what a goddamn fucking tease he is. The way Meyer feels pressing down into his lap is entirely too arousing for the way he's kissing him like he's going to take his sweet fucking time with it.

Charlie does his best to egg him on, shifting his hips under Meyer's, brushing their cocks together where they're trapped between them. If he groans a little himself, it's only to set a good example.

But he just wouldn't be himself without being a goddamn fucking tease, and as far as he knows, Charlie likes him just the way he is. He could be a hell of a lot meaner, could go a lot slower, but he's not going to do that, partially because the way Charlie's shifting his hips is extremely enticing, but also because he's gotten some of the need to torment Charlie out already this morning.

So his kisses -- and his hands -- drift a little lower, trailing across Charlie's bare skin, stopping every so often to nip at him a little, just for fun, on his collarbone, on his ribs, then down to his hipbones.

He doesn't bother holding back all the little pleased noises that fall from his lips as Meyer lavishes the attention on him. His mouth is getting closer and closer but not quite there yet, and he gives a little whimper, lifting his hips up once more.

He pauses for a moment, lingering by Charlie's hips, to steal a pleased little glance up at him -- okay, maybe there's some smugness to it, too -- before finally moving where Charlie wants him. Despite the leisurely pace with which he'd been moving before, when he finally takes Charlie's cock into his mouth, he does so quickly, taking him deep right away, fingers digging into his hips a little as he does.

The moment Meyer's mouth is on him he forgets that his hands are tied. He instinctively reach for his hair, wrenching his wrist painfully when he does. He swears under his breath, but hopefully Meyer will just think it's from pleasure. It does feel damn good after all, even with the stinging in his wrists.

He does vaguely wonder whether that swearing is from enjoyment, or because Charlie got overeager and strained his wrist reaching for him; it seems like the kind of thing Charlie would do, after all -- not that he can judge him, he'd probably do the same. Still, he keeps going, not teasing, not tormenting Charlie by moving too slowly, simply setting a relatively quick pace, taking Charlie as deeply as he can into his mouth. This is something he knows he does well, and he's not at all ashamed of showing off that fact a bit, especially when Charlie's got his hands tied like that.

Meyer is damn good at it, so much so that he doesn't bother trying to draw it out or make it last. He hooks one of his legs around Meyer's, keeping him close, arching into him as he comes.

"Jesus... fuck, Meyer." He almost always swears when he comes, gasping and morphing into a laugh at the end.

He waits for a few seconds to pull away, back to his lazy, slow movements. "I guess I should untie you," he says, almost as an afterthought.

Although -- he's got Charlie tied up, and Charlie's all relaxed and pleased now. This seems like the perfect opportunity to crawl up next to him... and very quickly, almost mischievously, rub his face on Charlie's shoulder again. He hasn't forgotten how he started out the morning, after all.

That completely tears Charlie out of his delightful post-orgasmic daze and he squawks indignantly.

"Fuck! Jesus, Meyer. And heres I was gonna be nice and say you could come on me ifs you wanted."

He gives him a kick, as best he can at this angle.

It's a pretty well-aimed kick, but it just makes him laugh, because that's about the reaction he was expecting. He'd've kicked Charlie, too, were the situations reversed.

"So can I assume that that offer's been rescinded now?"

Charlie grins at him, wide and wicked.

"Maybe it is, or maybe nots. Ain't like I can dos much about it like this, huh?"

That statement probably shouldn't be so damn arousing, but of course it is, because he's predictable in many ways, and being a complete and total control freak is just one of those ways.

"Y'know, I could always untie you," he says, though even as he says it, he's moving away from Charlie's shoulder to straddle him instead.

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