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[ Leaning into the touch, catching his upper arm for a moment to look over his wrist for injury. ]

With all the sounds you were making and how you looked, it was impossible not to.

[red marks stand out from where the tie dug in a little but nothing serious]

[flushes redder himself]

It was—really amazing.

[ Presses a gentle kiss to Flynn's wrist. ]

It was.

[runs his free hand through Chariot's hair]

I'm lucky to have you.

I think we both got lucky. And I think we should both get on the bed before we end up on the floor.

[ Letting go of Flynn's wrist to put his hands on his hips, slowly pulling himself out with a drawn hiss and letting Flynn down. ]

[sucks in a quick breath, easing himself down, leaning heavily on Chariot]

I think that sounds liek a good plan.

[ Laughs a bit, holding Flynn against him and half carrying him over to the bed, pulling him along to flop against it. ]

[f-flopped, shifts a little, slipping one arm around Chariot]

Much better.

[ Pretty shameless in tangling himself with Flynn, curling right up against him. ]

Mmm, agreed.

[pressed up close, slowly and idly running his hand along Chariot's side, his back, just to feel him]

[ Relaxing against him, a hand splayed possessively over Flynn's hips, running his thumb over one of the marks he left there. ]

We might have gotten a little carried away with the marking...