[He still manages to shake his head and give a hum of encouragement for a second before it turns into a hiss, or a sigh, or something in between. It's automatic, even, how he reacts to his touch, how fast he wants his hips to jerk into his fingers, but he manages to keep that at bay for two immediate thrusts. He brushes his thumb along his wrist, follows his arm and that's where Mike finds the whole problem with this position. He can't touch Chuck as easily as he can touch him.
He still does, though, with a tilt of his head and an arch of his neck, mouthing the skin underneath his jaw, hand fumbling between them before he manages to pull his shoulder back just a little to wrap his arm around Chuck's waist, touching the small of his back. It's almost a casual position, though, and that's probably why it suddenly clicks. It's them, after all, so it made nothing but sense.]
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He still does, though, with a tilt of his head and an arch of his neck, mouthing the skin underneath his jaw, hand fumbling between them before he manages to pull his shoulder back just a little to wrap his arm around Chuck's waist, touching the small of his back. It's almost a casual position, though, and that's probably why it suddenly clicks. It's them, after all, so it made nothing but sense.]