Charlie fisted his hand in the sheets when Callum squeezed his cock, pushing back that overwhelming need to come before he was ready. God it was really wound far too tightly if he was all ready so close and as Callum said they were just starting.
"Oh god." He groaned when instead of waiting for lube, or Charlie to say whether or not he had any Callum's tongue was alternating between sweeping over his hole and pushing into him. If it wasn't for the hand Callum kept on his dick Charlie was nearly positive he would have fallen over the edge all ready.
How Callum had such patience Charlie wasn't even sure anymore, and Charlie could often see the benefit in drawing things out at this point - but tonight he just wanted. From the moment he'd gotten into bed with Callum he'd wanted this and the waiting was only serving to keep him right there precariously balanced on the edge for so long all Charlie could think of was Callum, and his hands and lips and tongue and cock and want.
Thankfully Charlie had prepared for tonight, and only had to reach a hand out to give Callum what he wanted. "Fuck, I need you." He panted, gripping Callum's arm halfway between wanting to pull him up and kiss him desperately and wanting him to stay right where he was.