Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

Charlie watched as Mr. Wonka peeled the sweater and shirt up over his head, and found that... You match the walls. the boy smiled, referring to the stark white decor. He pressed his lips together, trying not to look too enthralled with the sight of the shirtless candy maker. Charlie laughed at Mr. Wonka's joke, though at the same time completely agreeing with him he was beyond gorgeous, he was the most perfect thing Charlie had ever seen. Hints of strength and masculinity showed in his forearms and shoulders, yet they were balanced by the slender and smooth build. You could say Mr. Wonka had the best of both anatomy's in that regard. The boy reached his hands up to fix the hairs that had been mussed when the shirt slipped off, smoothing them into place and patting down Mr. Wonka's short bangs. He relaxed easily into the roaming hands, letting the chocolatier find the hem of his own shirt and sweater. Initially, Charlie seemed a tad surprised when Mr. Wonka began peeling the garment off slowly, but smiled nonetheless in an encouraging way. What they were doing was fun, and he liked how this was going. The air in the room was a normal temperature, but compared to the warmth of Charlie's sweater, a bit cooler a few goosebumps appeared momentarily on his twiggish forearms, and the pink nubs on his chest stood out ever so slightly. Though Charlie was a thin child, he hadn't grown into the muscle or firmness of a young adult yet, so he was soft and silky to the touch. His round ears and small neck gave him the appearance of a very cute mouse. Charlie allowed himself to be pulled close to Willy Wonka, feeling the heat of the friction of their skin. The man was incredibly smooth to the touch, and Charlie pressed his cheek to his collarbone, slender arms wound tightly around his middle. He blinked lazily a few times, as if he were falling into a glorious dream. Mr. Wonka's request made Charlie's heart pick up speed, but he decided he'd do the best he could. The air felt still around them. Charlie looked straight at the reddish stained lips before him, admiring their shape and trying to figure out the best way to approach. Their perfectness intimidated him, as if he didn't really know how to kiss, let alone how to treat such finery. Shrugging mentally, Charlie went for it, leaning forward and pressing his own pinkish lips to the other's. He kissed Mr. Wonka gently three times, tasting more sweetness with every caress it was the light cherry flavor again, with a hint of mint. Charlie shifted slowely on Willy's lap, as if trying to get comfortable. The last kiss he placed on the other's lips was a trembling one. Something of a throaty whine, a quiet protest left the boy's mouth, and he rolled to the side and fell onto the couch beside Mr. Wonka, letting his legs hang off the edge but folding his hands directly over the zipper of his trousers. A deep pink was present on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. I'm sorry...I... Charlie said quietly, biting his lip. I think...I got a little scared...I don't ever...do this. The boy tried to explain the fact that he felt overwhelmed and a little lost, hoping he wasn't going to offend Mr. Wonka. Not to mention the fact that something physical was happening with Charlie. Because of his age and size, it may not have been as obvious as the excitement Mr. Wonka was used to himself, but he was starting to feel that things were not as, well, limp as they usually were. What he didn't know was that Willy Wonka was most likely experiancing this himself...