Callum laughing was not the best sound in the world to hear when all Charlie wanted was more - should have known it wouldn't have been so easy. He'd been so relaxed when Callum started, just waiting for more and when Callum drew it out, made him wait a new kind of tension fill him, tightening new muscles and filling Charlie with need that was impossible to deny.
Fucking hell, Callum should not sound so amused, so calm, by all of this when Charlie was so obviously affected by the attentions. But finally, finally Callum added another finger, though Charlie though he might just have to kill him the way he slowed down all over again.
"Jesus fucking christ," Charlie swore when Callum reached his prostate a feeling Charlie knew well but gods it'd been even longer than five months since he'd had anything like this. If it hadn't been for the hand on his back Charlie would have come right off the bed. "Gods yes," He panted when Callum asked if he were ready for another, he'd been ready since they started this, his body trembled with it. Maybe if Callum had asked that question earlier Charlie would have been able to cut off some sarcastic response, but at that moment all he wanted was more, there wasn't room for joking now - at least not from him.