[And he gets no resistance. It's fluid, how Mike follows, body flattening against Chuck's, moving where bone met bone until it settles into comfort, or complete discomfort in which Mike's brain keeps chanting soclosesoclosesoclose and he's really so close that he can't even tell if he's pressing his lip to his cheek or to his chin, if he's moving to get more friction or to land into stillness, if he's gasping Chuck's name or merely breathing.
Placing his elbow on the pillow beside, he tucks Chuck's head against his forearm, fingers slipping through his hair and pressing on the scalp. Sometimes, when Chuck takes the lead, it doesn't really surprise him. It doesn't really shock him like most, it only makes Mike happy, glad to follow along. He admires him just that much, is so confident of the programmers potential, that even when he did a very abnormal switch in personality, he didn't even blink. He only just saw what was mostly hidden from other people's view, out there in the open. And because most of those moments, it meant that Chuck is really driven and happy, he welcomed each and every one. This was no exception.
Hand curled around Chuck's one side and his other holding on to the other side of his head, he pinches his shoulder blades together to hold him tight, digs his nose underneath his jaw, mouth grazing along the grove of it and sliding lower, feet very distractedly shifting against Chuck's.]
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Placing his elbow on the pillow beside, he tucks Chuck's head against his forearm, fingers slipping through his hair and pressing on the scalp. Sometimes, when Chuck takes the lead, it doesn't really surprise him. It doesn't really shock him like most, it only makes Mike happy, glad to follow along. He admires him just that much, is so confident of the programmers potential, that even when he did a very abnormal switch in personality, he didn't even blink. He only just saw what was mostly hidden from other people's view, out there in the open. And because most of those moments, it meant that Chuck is really driven and happy, he welcomed each and every one. This was no exception.
Hand curled around Chuck's one side and his other holding on to the other side of his head, he pinches his shoulder blades together to hold him tight, digs his nose underneath his jaw, mouth grazing along the grove of it and sliding lower, feet very distractedly shifting against Chuck's.]