[The sight is more mesmerizing than Chuck would have thought, and he has to grit his teeth a little so he doesn't make any sounds, so he can hear everything else, absorb every noise Mike makes, down to the rustle of his knees against the sheets, his hand gripping tighter and moving faster upon hearing his own name, broken down so perfectly, as he guides Mike through that one moment.
He wants to imprint everything into his memory, and he dislikes knowing he can't, so he has to opt between seeing everything or feeling everything; he gives a few more seconds to Mike's muscles shivering and tensing, eyes settling on his parted lips and down his heaving chest, shaking muscles just below the navel, before he leans closer again, catches Mike's mouth with his own, swallows any taste of sweat and remnants of whatever noises Mike's still uttering, moving his hand up from Mike's hip to his waist and drawing him closer.]
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He wants to imprint everything into his memory, and he dislikes knowing he can't, so he has to opt between seeing everything or feeling everything; he gives a few more seconds to Mike's muscles shivering and tensing, eyes settling on his parted lips and down his heaving chest, shaking muscles just below the navel, before he leans closer again, catches Mike's mouth with his own, swallows any taste of sweat and remnants of whatever noises Mike's still uttering, moving his hand up from Mike's hip to his waist and drawing him closer.]