He's pinning the back of Crips neck down.
He was definitely turned on. Crip expected as much though. Something about what he did today seemed to really mess with Charlie.
He was being pinned down, on his knees, with his backside in the air for Charlie to reach, but he isn't even stripping him yet. He's just...frozen.

Crip tries to move a bit. Seeing if it would invoke any sort of reaction, and it does. Charlie's free hand slides around Crips little waist, and directly onto his erection under his jeans. Was he..toying with him?

Charlie: "You're horny~"

Crip: "-and you're stalling."

Charlie: "Impatient~"

Suddenly he can feel Charlie push against his backside, rubbing himself.

Charlie: "Say you want me."

Crip smirks a bit, and gives in.

Crip: "I want you."

Charlie: "Hm. But, why's that?"

Crip: "What?"

Charlie: "Why me? You have so many options now."

Ah...he's fishing for an ego boost.

Crip let's out a gasp as Charlie moves his hand that was pinning Crip down.

Charlie: "What about me do you want?"

Crip: "N-nobody can fuck me the way you do Charlie. So please..fuck me already."

Charlie grins at that, and finally starts to strip Crip and himself down. As Crip faces Charlie, he takes in his familiar body. The tattoos. The tanned skin. The muscles.

He was really an attractive guy. Yet, Charlie chose to waste his time on someone as pathetic him. A little fuck toy. Tossed around and used, and for some reason, they all loved it. Especially Charlie.

Why? It seemed almost...cruel for Crip to take advantage of the sick men. He was using them just as much as they used him.

Charlie: "You're the only one I can trust..the only one I can touch without the fear of consequences...I won't let anyone take you away from me. Not even O'Riley."

Damn, he was really fucked up..Crip wonders if he's confused or just being more honest than usual.

Crip: "You're acting weird.."

Charlie: "Yeah...it's your fault."

Crip watches curiously as Charlie does something he didn't expect. Charlie goes down, licking Crips lower region until his hot tongue is on his erection. Crip can't help but react blissfully. This was considered a treat, something he rarely received from anyone.

Somehow Charlie new just how much pressure to apply, and Crip could feel himself slipping, losing control of his own body.

Finally, Charlie stops, smiling as he pulls up. Crip melts as those brown eyes stare down at him. He was enjoying this. For once, it wasn't just about Charlie getting off. Charlie actually wanted him to feel good too.

Crip spreads his legs, hinting he wanted more. Of course, Charlie quickly delivers, making Crip moan and whimper out his name as he thrusts into his entrance.

Their relationship would be different after today. Crip could tell. He just didn't understand why now. Why is everything changing?

Did he...change?