It is oddly intimate for them, the hand on his cheek. They're not often gentle like this, but something about this place...

Charlie turns his face into the palm of Meyer's hand, kissing it slowly, breathing in the scent of his skin.

When he starts to move it's with a single slow roll of his hips. The lube is doing its job damn well, and Meyer feels tight and hot and wet around him as he starts to fuck him.