[Chuck doesn't want to close his eyes, doesn't want to look away from Mike, wants to burn this image behind his eyelids. But he does, slides them close, kissing Mike with a little more mind to it than him, nibbling at the lower lip and -eventually, he can't help himself - opening his eyes again to watch Mike, as he gasps and cries against Chuck's skin, so eagerly rocking his hips to meet Chuck's hand. He too isn't aware that this image will take over his dreams later, will have him wake up in a couple of hours, sweaty and breathless, Mike's moans still ringing in his ears and the feel of his body ghosting over his akin, and a hard-on that'll be too uncomfortable for him to ignore.
It's almost instinctive the way he jerks Mike off, so dexterous he is that he doesn't even need to think about it to know what he has to do, how he has to move to get him to come. He changes his pace for a moment, slowing down and picking it back up with varied pressure, and he can tell Mike's close too, which is why he leans his head back, bites his lip as he locks his eyes on Mike's face with a soft hum.]
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It's almost instinctive the way he jerks Mike off, so dexterous he is that he doesn't even need to think about it to know what he has to do, how he has to move to get him to come. He changes his pace for a moment, slowing down and picking it back up with varied pressure, and he can tell Mike's close too, which is why he leans his head back, bites his lip as he locks his eyes on Mike's face with a soft hum.]