[It doesn't help much. He knows what Chuck is trying to do, but he doesn't want to feel the cold air against him when he has Chuck slowly burning beneath his skin. That the movement of his body is turning sharper doesn't help with the idea that he wants to pull himself closer, not farther, and at the beginning he's holding Chuck just a little tighter, groaning against the corner of his jaw.
Still, he would be berating himself later if he didn't manage to do that simple favor. He pulls away, kissing the tip of his nose just a little, bringing his other knee up so he could sit back on his heels.
... his shirt really was a mess by then. With all the motion of Chuck's hands on his back, he had barely noticed it was bare.
He shivers through his smile, tugs at his shirt, wanting Chuck to sit up so the air won't seem so cold. C'mere, Chuckles.]
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Still, he would be berating himself later if he didn't manage to do that simple favor. He pulls away, kissing the tip of his nose just a little, bringing his other knee up so he could sit back on his heels.
... his shirt really was a mess by then. With all the motion of Chuck's hands on his back, he had barely noticed it was bare.
He shivers through his smile, tugs at his shirt, wanting Chuck to sit up so the air won't seem so cold. C'mere, Chuckles.]