[Mike's hands cause Chuck's attention to derail; not that it was so important, because he's still sliding his hands down Mike's torso, one thumb hovering just below the navel. The difference now is that the tips of his fingers curl a little, press and dig into the skin as he props himself up on his knees, slides up Mike's lap and rolls his hips towards that touch. The feeling shakes its way up Chuck's throat and cuts his breath short, so much so that he doesn't even make a sound in response.
Forehead still resting against Mike's, he tilts his chin up so that their noses are bumping into one another, mouth open and lip ghosting over the skin right above Mike's mouth. He takes a break in many ways right now, he doesn't know what he wants to say or do, what he knows is that he wants, he needs Mike to do that again. That, or something like it, something that will make his spine crawl and his body arch, and at the same time he longs to reach, to cause if only a fraction of these reactions on Mike too, wonders what noises he would make if Chuck just slid his fingers lower, passed the elastic band of the boxers--
He takes a deep breath. His voice is probably a little shallow, but he mutters anyway.] ... keep going.
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Forehead still resting against Mike's, he tilts his chin up so that their noses are bumping into one another, mouth open and lip ghosting over the skin right above Mike's mouth. He takes a break in many ways right now, he doesn't know what he wants to say or do, what he knows is that he wants, he needs Mike to do that again. That, or something like it, something that will make his spine crawl and his body arch, and at the same time he longs to reach, to cause if only a fraction of these reactions on Mike too, wonders what noises he would make if Chuck just slid his fingers lower, passed the elastic band of the boxers--
He takes a deep breath. His voice is probably a little shallow, but he mutters anyway.] ... keep going.