[No breath from Chuck comes without a gasp, and no gasp comes without a noise, loud, a whimper, a half-hissed curse, a broken version of Mike's name. It's all working by instinct by now, his voice and his actions, and he lets himself be driven by Mike - like so many times before, except in a whole new way. So he closes his eyes, no complaints on whether Mike should take charge this time, because obviously he should, and he does, and he will, and this is one time and one particular chasm Chuck's not so scared of jumping into.
In fact it's like he tugs Mike along, in the way he draws closer with each touch, finding a rhythm to meet Mike's, leaning his face towards his nuzzles. He has no presence of mind to do much more than that, even if just a moment ago he was planning, he wanted to reach for Mike in a similar way.]
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In fact it's like he tugs Mike along, in the way he draws closer with each touch, finding a rhythm to meet Mike's, leaning his face towards his nuzzles. He has no presence of mind to do much more than that, even if just a moment ago he was planning, he wanted to reach for Mike in a similar way.]