[Chuck leans his forehead against the crook of Mike's neck and shoulder. He gasps, open-mouthed, with every flick and twist of Mike's fingers, every teasing of the nerves sending a jolt to his other extremities, a white light flashing at random behind his closed eyelids. He tilts his head barely, mouths the corner of Mike's jaw just below his ear, but doesn't do anything, can't do anything but breathe loud and hot against the skin.
He's close, so close that it's all exactly like the feeling he gets when Mike's driving like a madman along the edge of a precipice, wheels barely touching the ground, Chuck looks out the window and all he sees is a cloud of dust and a wall of rock that stretches down into nothing. And he screams then too, though it's a completely different kind of scream, with an entirely different feeling behind it. The feeling twists its way down to Chuck's stomach, further down to the border of the soul, farther down to his crotch and makes his cock twitch. He begs against Mike's ear, pleasepleaseplease, though it's apparent in the way his movements are more and more erratic, even as he keeps close to Mike, even as he is beyond the point to keep his rhythm in tandem with Mike's.]
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He's close, so close that it's all exactly like the feeling he gets when Mike's driving like a madman along the edge of a precipice, wheels barely touching the ground, Chuck looks out the window and all he sees is a cloud of dust and a wall of rock that stretches down into nothing. And he screams then too, though it's a completely different kind of scream, with an entirely different feeling behind it. The feeling twists its way down to Chuck's stomach, further down to the border of the soul, farther down to his crotch and makes his cock twitch. He begs against Mike's ear, pleasepleaseplease, though it's apparent in the way his movements are more and more erratic, even as he keeps close to Mike, even as he is beyond the point to keep his rhythm in tandem with Mike's.]