I know. [He moves enough to get back into Chuck's line of sight, raising the hand on his side up to below his arm, kneading there just enough to make it tickle for a bit, and then slide away back to center, up Chuck's collarbone and neck, wrapping there.
He can't really focus. His eyes dart from Chuck's, to his neck, to the slight blush framing his cheeks, to the motions of his mouth, then back again. He clears his throat.]
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He can't really focus. His eyes dart from Chuck's, to his neck, to the slight blush framing his cheeks, to the motions of his mouth, then back again. He clears his throat.]
I'm not stopping, alright?