[The motions of his body are enough to keep him going, though, as are the sounds spilling from his mouth to make Mike understand what Chuck likes best - thumb over the head, a squeeze before a pull, the slow picking up of the pace that makes him hitch his breath sharper and sharper every time - and to keep at what he's doing. His free hand wanders, first around Chuck's leg, underneath his thigh and then upwards, slipping under his shirt and stroking his back, holding him close, and he keeps nuzzling through his hair, replying vaguely with encouragement at each and every cry. He had wanted to see Chuck, strip him and savor him, but the hold he has on Mike feels tight and sweet and Mike really can't stop giving Chuck that, a moment when he's only swamped with what he's feeling and not with what he's thinking.]
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