[The arch of his feet is aching badly, he's shivering hard with the strain of keeping Chuck close to him instead of reaching for him and stroke towards his own completion. But really, Chuck didn't even need to plea for him to keep going, didn't need to hold this tight for him to keep him there. Yet Mike likes it, groans at the damp heat against his neck, the deep gasps slipping against and through his skin.
There's something at the depth of his chest that tugs along with each roll of Chuck's hips, at the way his eyelashes brush his skin and how his voice shakes within every please. It makes Mike smile, rub his forehead along the slope of his shoulder - and not kiss and nuzzle because that would mean moving his ear away from Chuck's lips - as he moves his hand harder and faster. ]
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There's something at the depth of his chest that tugs along with each roll of Chuck's hips, at the way his eyelashes brush his skin and how his voice shakes within every please. It makes Mike smile, rub his forehead along the slope of his shoulder - and not kiss and nuzzle because that would mean moving his ear away from Chuck's lips - as he moves his hand harder and faster. ]