[He's so attentive to the way Chuck's skin sounds when it rustles against Mike's clothes that he's barely aware that he let out a sound. He only notices at the half-second his throat closes in in the remains of his voice, and he has a vague idea that it may have been a groan against Chuck's cheek. He only has a vague idea that his hand slid up the center of his chest, and that the restlessness wrapping around his thighs and the small of his back is nothing but a latent sense of arousal. Chuck's pliant and wiry underneath him and he feels like he's almost laying in electricity, that he'll be shocked if he moves too much, digs too deep, and that's the only reason he hasn't brought his full weight down: because his hand needs room, and so does Chuck, usually, to take his own very steps to fall right next to Mike, and because he's suddenly hyper aware of every cell of his skin that touches Chuck's, every cell that doesn't but still feels the warmth emanating from his body, and every cell that doesn't.
He moves his head lower, to the skin right below his temple, nuzzles and presses his lips there. It's playful, this time, just a lot of rubbing with his nose, grins against his face.
Because, as usual, the one reason to make Chuck take these steps would be the connection that they share, and the happiness and laughter that they try to achieve, no matter their conditions, no matter their state.]
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He moves his head lower, to the skin right below his temple, nuzzles and presses his lips there. It's playful, this time, just a lot of rubbing with his nose, grins against his face.
Because, as usual, the one reason to make Chuck take these steps would be the connection that they share, and the happiness and laughter that they try to achieve, no matter their conditions, no matter their state.]