Charlie sank down under the pressure of Deacon's hand, fixing his eyes on the arrowhead pendant that hung just below the hollow of D's throat and just above the swell of muscle on his chest.
He kept his hands behind him and didn't look away from the pendant until he felt a soft hot touch against his cheek, then he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, tongue curling delicately in just the way he knew Deacon liked it.