It felt like they were sharing breath, but Charlie was fairly certain that he himself couldn't breathe and when the kiss broke, he was almost too dazed and lightheaded to do much more than take in the disinfected air around him. His eyes were closed for a few moments, but as he felt Abel descend his body, they opened to slits.
Abel's skin was only just visible, like a teasing swatch of tan over muscle. If Charlie's hold felt possessive in Abel's hair, then that was the truth. Charlie never knew he could be that way because, to him, it marked insecurity. But screw it. Abel didn't need a reminder of where he belonged, but Charlie still liked it when he had Abel this way and those blue eyes looked up at him with nothing but lust in him.
Then Abel made that request and Charlie was obliged to fill it and Abel's mouth. He lifted his free hand and unbuckled the gold flap of his belt. He unbuttoned his slacks, then lowered the zip. The slacks were classy, the sort you didn't want to get wrinkled, they spoke of professionalism and not a kinky, dirty meeting with one's boyfriend in the lounge. There was something intrinsically arousing about seeing the ever sexy Abel down there as Charlie pulled his aching cock from the space in front of his boxers. It stood fully erect, almost proud and the sight of it down there amidst the expensive material and Abel's wet mouth was the lewdest thing Charlie had ever seen.