[Mike's a little transfixed by the angle of Chuck's chin as he arches his neck, pushes his shoulders back as he arches back into him, still managing to cling onto him. The fingers on his back start to ache and prickle his skin, but he doesn't mind that at all, only adds a spike to the spark of pleasure hitting his chest and the back of his throat when he pushes forward, then pulls back.
He finds himself wanting to do several things at once. Jump onto his knees, hike Chuck's shirt up and nip up the dent from his bellybutton to the grove between his collarbones. Reach between them and wrap his hand around his cock, bringing the relief that he craves for even faster. Keep kissing him until he needs to push him away to breathe. Turn them around so that he could see him grapple and scramble to pull his weight up while Mike messed with his senses. Just thinking about it is making his boxers even more uncomfortable and damp than they already are.
But as he is, syncing the motions of his hips with the sounds coming out of Chuck's lips, replying with some of his own, he can't help but burrow his face against his neck, kiss the sandy spots here and there - he's not really looking but they're so many he's sure he's hitting some, at least - and whisper Chuck's name against it.]
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He finds himself wanting to do several things at once. Jump onto his knees, hike Chuck's shirt up and nip up the dent from his bellybutton to the grove between his collarbones. Reach between them and wrap his hand around his cock, bringing the relief that he craves for even faster. Keep kissing him until he needs to push him away to breathe. Turn them around so that he could see him grapple and scramble to pull his weight up while Mike messed with his senses. Just thinking about it is making his boxers even more uncomfortable and damp than they already are.
But as he is, syncing the motions of his hips with the sounds coming out of Chuck's lips, replying with some of his own, he can't help but burrow his face against his neck, kiss the sandy spots here and there - he's not really looking but they're so many he's sure he's hitting some, at least - and whisper Chuck's name against it.]