Deacon let him continue for a bit - murmuring his praise - until finally he tugged at Charlie's hair and forced him to stop.
"Lay down on the rug," he said, licking his lips. "On your back."
And as Charlie moved to obey Deacon moved to grab the little bottle he'd brought downstairs with him and then knelt on the rug between Charlie's legs. He coated a finger and reached to touch him, gently teasing and reaching with his other hand to grip Charlie and stroke slowly.