[Chuck finds himself getting far too distracted by the way Mike's shoulder digs against his chest, wanting to close his eyes when he feels his breath skimming over the skin but not doing so, just in case he might miss something, something important. The tug at his wrist snaps him out of it, though, and he turns his head slightly towards Mike.]
-- right. Sorry. [He clears his throat when he feels his voice come too hoarse and spent, as his fingers quickly slide upwards, hand trailing over the hem, then tugging the fabric farther down and past Mike's erection, finally wrapping around him with one slow but firm stroke.]
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-- right. Sorry. [He clears his throat when he feels his voice come too hoarse and spent, as his fingers quickly slide upwards, hand trailing over the hem, then tugging the fabric farther down and past Mike's erection, finally wrapping around him with one slow but firm stroke.]