[He hums, breathes out in empathy, finding his own thrill on Chuck's reaction, in the expression of his face, the skin stretching and relaxing as a moan brushes over his cheek, in how his own skin prickles at the tight grip on his shoulders.
Mike enjoys this more than anything. More than the antsy antics he pulls when he teases him with touches and breaths. More than the hitch at a look before a kiss. He appreciates how Chuck's mind's usually the fastest, the most active, ready and sharp all the time.
But he really loves that he just managed to shut it down.
And that's why there's a hint of a smile on his half-lidded eyes as he keeps nuzzling across his brow, around his temple, and he starts twisting his hand, stroking with a tighter clench of his hand around the edge before he slides back down, switching maneuvers and wrapping two fingers around the head after, twitching shallowly.]
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Mike enjoys this more than anything. More than the antsy antics he pulls when he teases him with touches and breaths. More than the hitch at a look before a kiss. He appreciates how Chuck's mind's usually the fastest, the most active, ready and sharp all the time.
But he really loves that he just managed to shut it down.
And that's why there's a hint of a smile on his half-lidded eyes as he keeps nuzzling across his brow, around his temple, and he starts twisting his hand, stroking with a tighter clench of his hand around the edge before he slides back down, switching maneuvers and wrapping two fingers around the head after, twitching shallowly.]