[His knuckles flex under Mike's touch, and Chuck feels the hairs up his arms and at the back of his neck raise and tickle, responding to something, a heat wave, or Mike's warmth spreading through touch or the mere breath that Chuck feels settling against his lips.
He inhales, quick but quiet, and holds it back, like he holds back his hands and the need he has right now to reach for arms, shoulders, for all of Mike and pull him even closer. He lets it out eventually, in one long hot shaky breath, and he can tell it's hot because it hits against Mike's mouth and chin and reflects, still between the both of them as if encased in that small space.
He doesn't even notice the corners of his own mouth twitching upwards, just barely; he drops his eyelids too, and the answer to that question is obvious in the way his chest heaves under his hands.]
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He inhales, quick but quiet, and holds it back, like he holds back his hands and the need he has right now to reach for arms, shoulders, for all of Mike and pull him even closer. He lets it out eventually, in one long hot shaky breath, and he can tell it's hot because it hits against Mike's mouth and chin and reflects, still between the both of them as if encased in that small space.
He doesn't even notice the corners of his own mouth twitching upwards, just barely; he drops his eyelids too, and the answer to that question is obvious in the way his chest heaves under his hands.]