[He ends up smiling back, somehow, by pure instinct, maybe, at the way Chuck fits their mouths together and tangles his fingers in his hair.
--But then there's Chuck's hand sliding downwards and he can't help but groan into his lips and sit a bit higher, shifting his feet, moving his hips into his touch, his mind chanting a yesyesyesyesyes. He's been resisting any kind of touch and brush, so he wouldn't lose control and focus on Chuck for a while, and now that he's been touched he's struggling not too move too fast, body twitching rapidly, craving for fast release, until he pulls back with a deep breath through his teeth, and it takes all his strength not to move as fast as he drives again.
It's safe to say he's never been this aroused in his whole life, but right now, he wants Chuck to set the pace. He owes him that, at the very least.]
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--But then there's Chuck's hand sliding downwards and he can't help but groan into his lips and sit a bit higher, shifting his feet, moving his hips into his touch, his mind chanting a yesyesyesyesyes. He's been resisting any kind of touch and brush, so he wouldn't lose control and focus on Chuck for a while, and now that he's been touched he's struggling not too move too fast, body twitching rapidly, craving for fast release, until he pulls back with a deep breath through his teeth, and it takes all his strength not to move as fast as he drives again.
It's safe to say he's never been this aroused in his whole life, but right now, he wants Chuck to set the pace. He owes him that, at the very least.]