[Chuck responds to that foot by shifting his own back against, toes curling and wiggling as he rides one leg farther up, the plant of his foot sliding over the back of Mike's leg. He whimpers, or gasps, ends up giggling a little at everything Mike's doing - the way his fingers run through his scalp sending a bolt down to the base of his spine, and how Mike's lips roaming across Chuck's skin make his muscles tense and release, his hand travelling a little down Mike's back and fisting the shirt, curling his fingers around Mike's arm with the other.
He rests his head back on the pillow, tilts it even more backwards, breathing out deeply and closing his eyes, still grinning and snorting a little, even if it sounds more eager and horny than anything else.] That tickles.
[And the word is random, but accurate - 'that' because everything is tickling Chuck right now, in one or way or another, Mike's breath, or the shift of his hips, even the air that changes around with Mike every time he makes a move, insignificant as it may seem.]
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He rests his head back on the pillow, tilts it even more backwards, breathing out deeply and closing his eyes, still grinning and snorting a little, even if it sounds more eager and horny than anything else.] That tickles.
[And the word is random, but accurate - 'that' because everything is tickling Chuck right now, in one or way or another, Mike's breath, or the shift of his hips, even the air that changes around with Mike every time he makes a move, insignificant as it may seem.]