"So very nice of you to worry about me," he said, laughing.
He chuckled. "As long as you don't plan to explain it to me, because with your eloquence, we might end up arguing about nothing." He pressed his forehead against Charlie's, while his hands slid over Charlie's arms. "As long as we keep doing what we have done, we'll be happy. You don't have to prove anything to anyone, especially me. I already know what I need to know, and everyone else is irrelevant."
Callum pushed Charlie backward, following down, kissing him as soon as his head touched the pillow. In the past, his shags were quick and expedient, a way to obtain release before going to sleep. It had always been different with Charlie. From the start, he had enjoyed taking his time. It wasn't teasing or even a sense of power, but this need to explore and touch, and make sure that Charlie felt good.
Today wasn't any different, or maybe that need was even stronger after weeks being separated. His lips trailed down Charlie's body, mapping every inch, licking and nipping every scar and burn mark, rimming his belly button, before moving down again. More kisses and bites, gentleness and need blending following each other, before he took Charlie into his mouth, sucking him to full hardness. "Tell me when you're close," he said, before going down on him again.