[His mouth parts a little wider, yet he doesn't even know what for. Doesn't even know why he'd want to, it's not like he could really come up with much reasonable thought other than an unrelenting mantra of danger and excitement and Chuck and more, much less anything he could say that would sound remotely meaningful.
It wouldn't do much to help press his lips to Chuck's, either, capture them between them and suck on them--
And he's scattered, focus both on his hand, sliding upwards, up to his ribs where his skin stretches further into smoothness and warmth and movement from his breath and heartbeat, on Chuck's, stomach twitching - he was just a little ticklish there, especially when the touch's light - hips rolling just enough to create pressure and motion, egg him on, and his own eyes focused on Chuck's lips and the sounds rolling past them even as he breathes.
He looks up at Chuck's eyes once again, a silent admission on how he's doing, just like he did whenever Chuck dared him to do anything in their [even] younger years, which rapidly became a dare to not do anything because Mike's the one about action before thought. Right before he took the plunge, he would look at him, and his lip would quirk, and he'd say something like "be right back".
Except he won't be right back. The mere dive is the grounding of his presence there, against Chuck, with him.
He tilts his head, kisses him, a mere press of his lips, but he's kissing him. And he sighs, all pressure flowing away from his shoulders along with his breath.]
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It wouldn't do much to help press his lips to Chuck's, either, capture them between them and suck on them--
And he's scattered, focus both on his hand, sliding upwards, up to his ribs where his skin stretches further into smoothness and warmth and movement from his breath and heartbeat, on Chuck's, stomach twitching - he was just a little ticklish there, especially when the touch's light - hips rolling just enough to create pressure and motion, egg him on, and his own eyes focused on Chuck's lips and the sounds rolling past them even as he breathes.
He looks up at Chuck's eyes once again, a silent admission on how he's doing, just like he did whenever Chuck dared him to do anything in their [even] younger years, which rapidly became a dare to not do anything because Mike's the one about action before thought. Right before he took the plunge, he would look at him, and his lip would quirk, and he'd say something like "be right back".
Except he won't be right back. The mere dive is the grounding of his presence there, against Chuck, with him.
He tilts his head, kisses him, a mere press of his lips, but he's kissing him. And he sighs, all pressure flowing away from his shoulders along with his breath.]