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Sex with Charles was...
Well there's no need for Richard to be charitable here, sex with Charles was boring.
For all of the flying sparks that resulted in finally affirming their feelings for one another, this was a hurdle Richard wasn't prepared for. Of course, he had no delusions that a man as repressed as his dear Charles would be a sex beast behind closed doors, not outside of private fantasies at least, but he didn't imagine that it would be so dispassionate.
It's not that Charles doesn't like men, no, that was never in question. Charles desires Shade almost as much as he desires Charles, but it seems like his poor doctor is so used to holding back his own desires for the sake of societal expectations, that he hasn't quite learned how to let go.
Richard is intent on helping him with that little problem, but he needs to be slow, careful with this delicate matter, as not to destroy the doctor's confidence. Which is why we're starting from the bottom.
Literally.
Being the one underneath has never bothered Richard, perks of living so long is the expirementation, and being from Victorian England certainly didn't stop Richard from experimenting.
Man or woman, top or bottom, and a million other positions and kinks has made Richard a very versetile man, there's very little that could shock him, and he's always willing to try something at least once. Within reason, of course.
In contrast, Charles insists on being on top. The forties were a rather conservative time, and despite the doctor's unnaturally long lifespan, not everyone can shake their upbringing as easily as Richard.
It was hard enough getting Charles to admit his sexuality to himself, but he's still struggling with the concept of not being on top, it's the tired justification that it's less manly to receive, that you would be the 'girl' in the dynamic.
Richard despises the notion, he's known plenty of women who liked giving as much as receiving, but he is a gentleman, and he would not push the subject unless Charles is ready. Which is why tonight, he settled for being on the bottom again.
This is the part he liked, the start, where it's all loving kisses and discarded clothing, to settle in with the doctor unrushed, exchanging hushed whispers in the dark. It wasn't all about the sex, of course. His love for Charles runs deeper than any unsatisfying orgasm could taint.
He pressed a kiss to the other man's neck while Charles was busy shucking off his shirt, the doctor gasped an adorable sound that got Shade's blood rushing south."Let me take care of you tonight," he offered, watching as Charles frowned in a way that exaggerated his pouty lips.
"But Richard-"
"Shhhh." he smoothed circles over Charles's hips, but he can still feel the doctor tense in front of him, "relax, I won't make you do anything you don't want, dear. You've heard of oral sex, haven't you Charles?"
The redness that creeped to the doctor's ears made Richard's grin widen, as Charles took a breath before responding, "yes."
"Get on the bed."
The speed in which he obeyed the command had a little thing flutter in Shade's chest, oh how good does obedience look on the doctor, if only he would let loose more often.
Standing in front of Charles, Richard got on his knees, and then he was at eye level with the other man's trousers, Richard did quick work to discard of them, with the help of Charles, until he was face to face with the doctor's cock, already standing at half attention, the smug look Richard couldn't hold back made Charles turn his face away from him.
"Come now, there's no need to be shy, my love." cold hands grasped Charles's sides, dragging him forward on the bed, the sudden shift and cold feeling of Shades' fingers caused a high-pitched noise to escape the retired hero, as Richard took the opportunity to bury his face against the doctor's crotch, getting a good whiff of him before he started worshipping his cock with little licks and kisses.
Charles wasn't very loud in bed, so Richard cherished the sharp breath he got out of the man greatly, suckling at the side of his length before taking the head into his mouth.
The taste was satisfying, and he found himself diving for more, a hand to his forehead kept Richard from deepthroating more then half of it. He cracked an eye open, looking up at Charles, the confused noise in his throat traveling through the other man's cock.
"Let's slow down," Charles requested, prompting Richard to pull away fully.
"Are you alright?" Richard asked, full of concern, wondering if he's done something wrong to push Charles away.
Colour traveled high on Charles's cheeks, looking so good that Shade wants to devour him, "I just don't want you to choke.." he admitted bashfully.
Oh... he's adorable.
"Charles," he said, thumbs rubbing circles over the other man's hips, "you don't have to worry about that with me."
And with that, he took Charles back into his mouth, dragging his tongue against the underside, before taking him to the root, his efforts were rewarded with a low moan from Charles, the doctor's hand now desperately gripping Richard's shoulder in need of a grounding point, the dull pain in shade's shoulder a reminder to how strong Charles actually is, it made Richard crave him more, moving his head up and down, hands gripping the other man's thighs, gone soft and squeezable in retirement, amplifying his enjoyment.
Charles finally allowing himself to relax has come with physical changes to his body, muscles gave away to pudge, and it's a change Shade adores, there's not a day where he doesn't fantasize about jumping Charles' bones, until he remembers how he really is in bed.
Richard was pulled out of his musings when Charles snapped his hips upwards, thrusting into his mouth with an energy he hadn't shown before, squeezing Richard's shoulder until he reached his peak, spilling into his mouth.
The moment didn't last long at all, but it was the most enthusiastic Charles has ever been, Richard moaned, squeezing his own trapped cock as he tasted the doctor's bitter spent in his mouth, drinking it down greedily as Charles shook above him.
Taking a moment to let both of them catch their breath, starting to feel the strain on his knees from kneeling on the hard floor, he climbed on the bed with Charles, straddling his lap and peppering kisses across his face reverhently.
But when he went for the lips, Charles held his palm up, blocking Richard's mouth, a confused noise of protest escaping from the shadow man.
"Not now, I know where your mouth has been." The doctor said lightheartedly, his resolve almost breaking at Shade's sinful grin, looking like the cat who got the cream.
"Why, doctor, I thought you'd be clean." Richard replied, making it like he was going for another kiss, slow enough for Charles to block him again, taking the chance to kiss Charles' open palm.
They both chuckled at the playful atmosphere, that is until Charles remembered something, "you didn't get off," he noted, and tried reaching for Richard's pants, but a cold and gentle hand stopped him, prompting Charles to look up at him again.
"There's no need, my dear, seeing you satisfied was more than good enough." He placed a kiss on the back of Charles' hand this time, "besides, I know how tired you get after release, you just rest now."
Placing his hands on Charles' shoulders, he pushed the other man to lay down, while slotting himself beside the doctor, where Charles could hold him. Charles couldn't protest that.
While Richard was being so sweet, he couldn't help but look forward to Charles falling asleep, so he could comfortably touch himself to the memory of tonight, and the shade could finally have his strongest orgasm in months.