[Chuck doesn't need that tug, because as soon as Mike's heat slips away from his personal space, to somewhere Chuck's skin can't sense it and the cold air sweeps its way up Chuck's torso and arms, he's struggling to follow, to get up, arms reaching for shoulders and legs flailing for a little longer than Chuck's comfortable with until he manages to fold them and sit up on his knees, straddling Mike.]
Sorry. [He smiles sheepishly when his knee almost hits Mike on his side with all that struggle, and when he sits up on his knees he ends up bumping himself against Mike with a breathless groan. He quickly pulls away to tug Mike's shirt the rest of the way, throws it aside without even looking because he much prefers looking at Mike, eyes roaming down his chest and navel - thankfully hidden behind his long hair -, he licks his lips, then rests his hands over the warm skin.]
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Sorry. [He smiles sheepishly when his knee almost hits Mike on his side with all that struggle, and when he sits up on his knees he ends up bumping himself against Mike with a breathless groan. He quickly pulls away to tug Mike's shirt the rest of the way, throws it aside without even looking because he much prefers looking at Mike, eyes roaming down his chest and navel - thankfully hidden behind his long hair -, he licks his lips, then rests his hands over the warm skin.]