[It's not the kiss so much, that will come later when he's drowning in the pressure and shadows cast by his own head onto Chuck's face and the warmth of his breaths, making him drunk on the closeness and the brushes of their lips. It's not the kiss so much but what comes right next to it, the immediate acceptance, the fast response and pull that tells him yes and closer. So he complies, swallowing those aimless noises down as he tilts his head further, deeper, even if unknowing and running on mere experimenting and the quick burning fuel that's produced when they're both together. Forces his hand around Chuck, under the weight of his torso, and wraps his arm around him to make him arch further because it wasn't just enough to completely press against him, he wanted him to fit every crook, hold him in the tightest hold, leave no room for air between them and in their lungs. He's far gone, groaning at the tingling in his scalp and even jerking his head away for an inch to feel it again, so that Chuck weaves his fingers through it again. He cups the back of his neck, thumb rubbing right underneath Chuck's ear, where he had been looking at a few moments before.]
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